fh_trips | Los Angeles, California, 1978 (Sunday, February 22nd)

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spring break 2015: love boat

Los Angeles, California, 1978 (Sunday, February 22nd)

The first sign that things weren't exactly right was the Hollywood sign: not exactly the tourist trap-y mandatory photo it was back in 2015. The next was the outfits of the other passengers: there's a lot of polyester. Like a lot. No one's worn hair this terrible unironically in decades ~~other than Anakin~~. And that's when it dawned: this might be Los Angeles, and the school was definitely about to go on a cruise along the Mexican coast...but it wasn't in 2015.

Not at all groovy, man. And the worst part? You can't even Instagram the photographic evidence! All electronics have stopped receiving signals, too. Portalocity went hardcore this time. There's a little bit of time to explore where and when you've been dropped off before the ship disembarked, but not enough time to return to the island.

Welcome to Spring Break ~~2015~~ 1978, everyone!

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Sweet tapdancing Jesus, where had Portalocity dropped them this time?

[Wander around! Bitch loudly to people who won't care! Try in vain to get cell phone reception!]

The Pacific Princess--or the Love Boat, as the crew keeps winkingly calling it--is large enough, if a little heavy on shag carpet, beige furniture and weird modern art installations. There's plenty of space to ramble, so take your time and explore!

Everyone will find their berths on the Aloha Deck, with outside twin rooms (that have either twin beds or a double for your moddable needs) that provide a view of the ocean as it goes past. The chaperones are on one side of the ship and the students are on the other, so if they can hear you, that's BAD, kids.

[OOC: As always, NSFW stuff goes into private journals. Provide a link back here if you'd like!]

Dinner is held in the ~~oh my god so very~~ Coral Room on Riviera Deck. You'll be seated at a table of ten, the better to make a love connection throughout the evening. Be sure to dress nicely, even if your modern fashions are sure to look strange amid a sea of poly-blend and tweed...Don't miss out on the chilled celery and other exotic '70s delights.

[OOC: Use this as an excuse to sit with people you might not know that well!]

Choose from the Princess Lounge, the Starlight Lounge at the top of the ship or the Carousel Bar for light drinking and getting to know your fellow passengers. Anywhere you are, be warned that there's going to be a LOT of Bee Gees music. Like, a lot.

Your Bartender is ~~moddably~~ available at the Starlight Lounge tonight!

[OOC: Put your club of choice in the header so we can all track you down!]

Edited 2015-02-22 14:18 (UTC)

Maybe you're in the mood for a midnight swim on the Lido Deck? Of course you are. There's another pool further aft, if you prefer it.

There's also an entire ship to see. Maybe you'll even run into Your Captain or Your Cruise Director as you wander!

We're at sea all day tomorrow, the better to get your '70s groove on. I think I got everyone in a room but I've been hitting the cold medication heavy this weekend, so ping me down here if that's not the case.

Apparently, it'd be too much to ask for a school trip to not be insane. Flick had just sighed and rolled his eyes at the time warp before making his way to his room.

Despite the aforementioned time warp, the room wasn't that bad. Flick tossed his bag on the ground and wandered idly around the room. He'd been mostly quiet during the portal trip and for the past few days so maybe this vacation would help his mood.

Four dropped his bag onto the double bed, then climbed onto it to stare out at the ocean.

Yes, they had a beach at Fandom, but this was a totally different ocean and the idea of that much water was kind of blowing his mind a bit.

Mara snagged one of the twin beds and glanced around the room, looking for places to stash weapons before her roommate arrived.

Ezra got himself an absolutely ridiculous drink – all colors and ice and a piece of fruit and a tiny paper umbrella – before settling down in one of the chairs to watch the people.

And to look amused at the people. This was clearly where fashion senses went to die.

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Isabelle showed up a little after him. She'd ended up staring at someone's hair for something like a full minute on her way to the room.

But, she was here now, dragging her unnecessarily heavy bags into the room.

Travis was dealing with some serious whiplash right now. This was so gaudy and weird and like something his parents would love and adore. Too bad he couldn't take any pictures.

The bartender gave him something insanely bright and Travis found himself staring at the band and occasionally moving along to the music. Subtly, though. Very subtly.

Flick looked over at her quietly, watching her drag her bags along. He went to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he just snickered and shook his head before disappearing into the bathroom to check it out.

"I didn't need any help, anyway!" Isabelle called after him, mock-offended and making sure her tone couldn't be mistaken for anything serious. She dropped the bags on the floor before padding her way to the window.

"You're fine," Flick said mildly, emerging from the bathroom again. "You're stronger than you look."

Isabelle responded with a brief exaggerated pout over her shoulder before turning her attention back on the view.

It was nice.

"Good view," he said, glancing out at it before moving away to take a few things out of his bag. Might as well be comfortable, right?

Normally Edward would have relished the strange luxury of this place. But he was still tired, and so the first thing he did when he entered this room was pick a bed and faceplant on it.

He'd get 'round to seeing the rest of the ship later, no doubt.

Atton hadn't stayed in his room long; he'd just dropped off his stuff and then wandered around aimlessly until he found somewhere to sit. It was pretty dark now, so he didn't feel all that self-conscious about tugging off his shirt.

He'd been to a tattoo artist just a little while ago. Marking off and obscuring the scar on his shoulders were a host of minimalistic birds now, and the phrase Chaos, yet harmony scribbled in small flowing script underneath. Which drew the attention off the whole scar situation, he was pretty sure.

Anyway, he was sitting down on the edge of that pool and letting his feet dangle, looking down at the water. He'd get around to swimming eventually.

The decor alone was enough to make Obi-Wan doubt the wisdom of chaperoning this trip, but it was too late to change his mind now. He stored his belongings swiftly in the cabin.

Then he settled down on the floor to meditate. Might as well, really.

Might as well. Isabelle wasn't unpacking a damn thing just yet, though.

"It is," she sighed.

The closest thing to weather-appropriate clothing Cassandra owned were a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She was wearing both, sitting at one of the tables and feeling both underdressed and mildly irritated at the state of the dining room in general.

"This had better not resemble Orlesian fancies," she muttered, poking at her food.

"I might go take a walk," he said after a quiet moment. "See what's out there."

"If you feel like it," Isabelle replied glancing back again, "then you should."

Might soak in some seventies like that.

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Los Angeles, California, 1978 (Sunday, February 22nd)

Los Angeles!

The Ship!

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Room 137

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