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Hex: #7F0000 | Cursed | Location: Lounge
Georiga nearly jumped out of her skin, when she heard someone come up behind her. She was both relieved and a bit troubled by the fact it was Richard, considering it was the man who was not her fiance that she was just thinking so deeply about that she hadn't heard him come up behind her. She tried her best to look nonchalant as she took a drag of her cigarette. "Good heavens, Richard," she breathed, filling the air with the scent of nicotine and tobacco. "You gave me such a fright. Don't you know its bad luck to sneak up on a lady while she's lost in her thoughts?" That's when she realized he had been questioning that exact thing. She cleared her throat and took another drag. She gave a cheeky, flirtatious smile--something that was not out of character for her to do. "Wouldn't you like to know."

She released the smoke into the room and sat gracefully onto the wingback chair behind her. She played with one of her chandelier earrings, a gift from Jameson. Jameson, her fiance. "I wasn't having second thoughts of the wedding if that's what you're thinking. No need to worry Jameson over a little nightmare." She waved her cigarette holder. "Besides I can't even remember the damn thing." She realized she was giving away more information than she had meant, but Richard had always had that effect on her. On many people really. He was quiet and listened and that's why Jameson was so fond of his friend. He could bounce his crazy ideas off him and see which would stick.

"What about you? Any thoughts plaguing your dreams?" She asked curiously, wondering if this odd sensation belonged only to her or if others on the ship were feeling the same. Maybe it was something in the food. Maybe it was something in the drinks. Of course, the thought made her crave something alcoholic to fuzz the edges of her worry.

Hex: #292954 | Fated | Location: Deck

Simon's eyes were squeezed shut against the sight of the waves, and all he could hear was the roaring of his blood in his ears until suddenly... he heard someone else. He straightened, nearly jumping at the unexpectedness of the sound. Beside him was a sharply dressed man with silvery hair and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. His put together appearance and the expression on his face immediately made Simon feel like an idiot. Here he was in pajamas out on the deck of an obviously expensive ship. He probably looked like a crazy person.

The guy beside him was talking about the weather and the beauty of the sea. While Simon was still anxious at the sight of the waves, he was reminded that he was on a very sturdy boat, with a very sturdy railing, and he was not--in fact-- drowning. He closed his eyes, squeezed them, and took a deep breath in attempts to calm himself. "Yeah, freaking beautiful." Was his response. He turned his back to the waves, something that didn't exactly help his nerves. Then, he decided to step away from the railing, which was better. "Not that it's any of your business," he started stiffly and mentally chastised himself. This person was trying to help him. Isn't that what he wanted? "No. Sorry." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm... it's embarrassing, but drowning is a big fear of mine and... well I have no idea how I got here, but here I am, on a boat in the middle of the ocean with depths I can't even fathom and with one bad storm I could go overboard and die before I even discovered them." He realized he was rambling. He turned to the man and said, "Discover the depths I mean."

He held out his hand, trying his best to ignore the view of the horizon over the man's shoulder. "I'm Simon."