The Crown Princess - Monday [Ship/Princess Cays, Bahamas]

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Early in the morning, the cruise director came over the loudspeaker announcing the port of the day and some on-boat activities of interest. Those paying attention would learn that from 9am until 5pm, the Crown Princess would be docked in the lovely Princess Cays, Bahamas where guests were welcome to participate in glass-bottom boat, snorkeling, or beach excursions for a portion of the day. Adults were encouraged toward the Sanctuary on the Sun Deck for a more private way to relax away from the teens.

[OOC: The Princess Bridge Cam is fantastic. Cabins Post | Star Deck | Sun Deck | Promenade Deck | Cays Cruise | Snorkeling | Beach]

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Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sat up and took off her sunglasses, scowling as she thought about that. Because she knew that. Which seemed more important to her than being the king's son. She almost had this, she knew it. It was slipping away from her like the strikes with the eskrima sticks against Arthur had that morning. But she was close.

Wait. Almost. "Commissioner Gordon." Who was just... "Uncle Jim." Not really the same. But. Okay. "Maybe? I think. I sort of get it."

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's not just an obligation," Merlin said, trying again. "It's more that... we're putting our faith in him and it's just respectful."

Coming from the most insolent servant ever.

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

You'd have to know New Gotham to know what 'Commissioner Gordon' meant to some people. But it was the same thing. Batman. Commissioner Gordon. People who kept you safe.

Oh, she was never gonna explain that comparison to Arthur. His ego would explode.

Dinah did blink at that last comment though, and grinned a little. "Soooo giving him a rat to eat, that's respectful? I would've done it too, but..."

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin covered his face slightly to hide the amusement. "He's still a prat. But he's our prat."

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah fell over laughing because wow. Memories of Helena bitching about her father's absence in one breath and complaining she couldn't live up to his legend in the next, and Barbara carefully critiquing certain adventures and yet, her role-model was still Batman. Commissioner Gordon, and the press hating him and holding him up as their only hope and... yeah. There were prats. And there were your prats.

When she got her breath back, Dinah said, "Merlin? I get it. I can't explain it very well. But I won't ever make fun of you for it. Or question it again." She grinned a little wider. "He's not my Prince Arthur. Or my prat. And never going to be. But I do get it."

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well he's not mine.

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"More than he's mine," Dinah pointed out. "Same home. And you support him and work for him, and he just is. I think." She sighed. "Hi, I'm Dinah Lance. I suck at words. Maybe you noticed."

Re: Beach Clamshell [2/23]

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I understand," Merlin said kindly. Unlike some times when she explained stuff...