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Daisy McGregor

A young widow who is a thrill seeker and writer.

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a character in “April 1912”, originally authored by Zodia195, as played by RolePlayGateway


Daisy MacGregor

"Life must be lived out to it's fullest potential!"

"My father really loved nature."
Daisy Anna Marie MacGregor

"It stinks I can't use my real name professionally!"
David Windsor, her alias she uses for her books

"Does it matter when I was born?"
January 31, 1887

"I may be British, but I am still cultured."
100% British

"I am straight as lace! Hehe!"

"Your class should never define who you are."
Second Class

"I enjoy making a living for myself."
Writer, although not many know this.

"This is something I don't like talking about, but oh well."

Physical Description

Daisy has the appearance of a gentle and kind person, but she's not afraid to get dirty and has ruined clothing due to her adventurous spirit. She is of average height, which she'll be the first to say is perfect for her because she's tall enough to reach for certain things, but short enough to squeeze into tight places. Her hair is of medium length and often pull back for practical matters rather than protocol. She does have a slim built, despite the fact that she does have an appetite on her. It's due to having an active lifestyle.

She is stronger than she looks, but knows her limits. She knows how to climb trees and to an extent can rock climb. At the same time though, she is often gets hurt. It's not that she's careless, but she gets into her work. Also because she is an author, she forgets to to wash her hands and has ink on her right hand index finger half of the time, despite her trying to wash it off.

As far as clothing goes, she's not afraid wearing worn out clothing and due to the places she's been to, has worn 'menwear'. Her wardrobe does include 'society sufficient' clothing though for when she's out in English society. Secretly though she hates wearing this kind of clothing, finding it too confining and prefers clothing more comfortable. She does love the clothing she got from other places, especially India.

Willowy in shape. She has average size bust and hips though due to her previous pregnancies. She's actually happy with her body though for she use to be self-conscious of it.

36 - 27- 38 inches

120 lbs


US- 7 1/2

US 10

"My interests lean towards the intellectual variety."


Writing, reading, traveling, her privacy, her sister, nuts (especially pistachios), flora of all types, children.

Meat (she is a vegetarian, but will tolerate seafood), people with no common sense, cheating, following certain protocols, dressing up in uncomfortable clothes, bland food, smoking

Writing, reading, horse riding, flora knowledge, cooking, shooting and basic defense, observant, and can speak several languages.

Stubborn, impatient, can be focused on something so much that she isn't aware of her surroundings, can be random.





Daisy is a very intelligent lady. She is always very curious, which got her into trouble, but also got her interested into different activities, wether it was learning about the world around her from her father or her love of reading from her uncle who was a doctor. Unfortunately due to her intelligence, she's been labeled as eccentric from her contact with the 1st class and snobbish from the 3rd class. Despite her plucky attitude, these opinions have hurt her, but she keeps on smiling despite it.

She is very loyal to those whom she trusts, which is only a select few. The person she trusts the most is her twin sister. However, she still does her best to treat everyone equally, refusing to judge someone based on his or her class. However, she's not afraid to speak her mind when given the chance. Over the years though she has learned to not embarrass herself, for the most part. She still has her moments due to her impatient personality.

Daisy enjoys people, but tends to prefer the company of flora and fauna than to them. She enjoys proving herself in physical endeavors and loves exploring new places. Traveling with her father, she learned the value of respecting different cultures.

Despite her sunny disposition on life, she actually hides a lot of pain and in private cries a lot. Writing and reading was her way to get her inner thoughts out. She also has to stay busy because she gets bored very easily.


"My life might as well be story in of itself because it's been on big adventure."

Daisy was born into a second class family. Her father was a well known botanist who travel extensively to Africa and Asia. William Henderson himself was a very knowledgeable man who wrote about his studies. However, it was through his love of his love of horses that he met Daisy's mother, Georgiana Parker. For her mother it was love at first sight since her father was a very handsome man. She would actually try to find out where he would show up next, claiming to her first class family she was merely curious about his work. Eventually, her father ended up falling for her and the two started a courtship, despite her family's disapproval. She was disowned though when she refused to marry someone she was arranged to marry though. It never bothered Georgiana (Georgie to her friends) for the couple were happily wed and she traveled with her husband everywhere. But their love story wouldn't end well. Several years after marriage, Georgie became pregnant. While she was ecstatic, William was worried for he noticed how Georgie was starting to fad due to the stresses of traveling. With the advice of his younger brother, Charles, who was a doctor that lived nearby, the couple moved from India back to England. Sadly, Georgie died giving birth to Daisy and her twin sister Violet. The loss devastated William, but he raised his daughters to be strong and independent women. Daisy was the female image of her father while Violet looked like their mother with her dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Daisy and Violet were inseparable. They would travel everywhere with their father, despite the Evans wanting to claim the twins for their own reasons. The only helped William accepted though was from his own family, especially his brother Charles. The girls grew up mostly in India with their father and his brother, who eventually married one of the local women there. Daisy was the more outspoken twin while her sister was the more subdued one. Violet didn't like traveling as much as her sister, so whenever their father went to other places, most of the time she would stay with their uncle while Daisy traveled with her father when allowed.

When Daisy became a teen, she became very curious about her mothers' family and wondered if they were as bad as her father claimed. Even though Daisy was no green girl, she still wanted to believe that people could change. So when she was seventeen, both her and her sister traveled back to London with their father to see if 'bridges could be mended'. The Evans saw a chance to 'make amends' after the scandal that still haunted the family so they wanted to give the Henderson twins a 'Coming Out'. Needless to say the experience was an eye opener for both young ladies and not in a good way. Daisy became too busy protecting her sister from the 'wolves' of the Ton and was often at odds with her maternal grandmother, Agnes Evans. By the end of the summer, the girls were more than ready to return to their real home in India.

Most of the English folk Daisy knew in India were in the British military. This is how she would meet her future husband Michael McGregor. Originally from Scotland, Michael had joined the British Army as soon as he was old enough to join. The two would meet when Daisy was 19. They became good friends and grew to love each other. Well, Michael fell for Daisy hard, but she didn't quite feel the same. However, when he proposed to her, she accepted because she did yearn for the kind of love her parents had as well as her sister's, who fallen in love with an an Officer in the British Navy and was set to move back to England soon.

The marriage was a good one and Daisy and Michael tried to have children right away. Unfortunately, tragedy was strike when Daisy had her first miscarriage less than a year into the marriage. It was a major blow to Daisy. The couple would try again and Daisy was thrilled to learn that her sister was pregnant with their 2nd child at the same time. Daisy did carry the child to full term, only for the child to die a still born, which was worse for Daisy since she got to hold her son. Daisy started loosing it and it took the comfort of her whole father and Michael's family to help her get through this. This was how she started writing. She would get lost in doing whatever she had to do in order to forget about the pain she was feeling. Unfortunately she started distancing herself from her husband when she did this. However in public she learned to develop a mask by being outgoing and plucky. Michael kept himself busy too to get over his own grief. He learned to invest in trades that were going on between England and India. When Daisy was 22, the two traveled to Scotland to visit Michael's family since his youngest sister was getting married. Unfortunately something happened that would change Daisy's world there. While there, Michael was unexpectedly robbed and killed when going out at night to hang out with his old friends. The loss rocked Daisy's world.

It would take her a year to recover from her grief. During this time, she stayed with her sister's family in Kent county. Eventually, she bought her own home nearby thanks to the investments her husband hand. By this time, her father moved back to England since his health was starting to fail him and he wanted to spend his final years near his daughters. It was during this time that Daisy became a published author. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to get published using her own name, she started using the alias David Windsor. She wrote fictional works using her traveling experiences and became quite successful through that. Her father finally died when Daisy was 24. It was hard, but since her father's health was declining, her passing was viewed as a blessing in disguised since Daisy knew he wasn't suffering anymore. Still she missed him greatly. During his final months, father and daughter learned about the Titanic. Thinking about the possibilities and adventures she would see there, Daisy bought herself a 2nd class ticket after her father's death. She also hoped the experience would help distract her from her own broken heart since she felt totally alone. Also, she wanted her grandmother to get off her back since the woman was hounding her to marry and become 'respectable' like her sister. At this point, Daisy wasn't focused on getting married. In reality, she's too scared of any more pain by getting close to another person.



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So begins...

Daisy McGregor's Story


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Date: Wednesday, 10 April 1912. xxxLocation: Southampton, England. xxx
Arrival Time: 9:30 a.m xxx Time of Departure: 11:30 a.m. xxxWeather: Brisk winds northwest at 15-20 mph; 50°C

"Aye, batte'n down the hatches will ya'?"

"Are my eyes deceiv'n me, or am I seein' this ship's ready to land?"

"Eeeeh, boy!"

"I'm needin' help to pull this lever."

"Ready to land, Captain!"

A slow, crooked smile had spread across Captain Smith's face resembling that of much content. The great ocean liner had took approximately three years to construct, engineered to be the largest and most luxurious steam ship in the world. Its very first voyage would truly be something worth remembering; articles about the ship were thus written, claiming it to be a marvel of modern engineering. Both men, women, and children alike came fleeing from their homeland to get a glimpse of the monstrous beauty that dared hinge itself onto the British port as if it was the only thing that withheld dominance. The passengers to board the luxury ocean liner were nonetheless grateful. Many had lifted their chins up in prestige because not only were they able to gain enough money to enter, but they were the first to do so. Street market sells boomed significantly, men were getting their beard groomed quickly as their wives pimped their children for the long journey; brushing off any specks from the petticoats of young girls, and straightening their son's woolen jacket.

And, it all happened in a speck of time. Everyone clustering, like ants. It wasn't later until the ship's plank board was lowered had everyone began pushing and shoving for a leading spot up the ramp.

"You want first-class passengers to board first, Captain?" One of the ship's crew member approached him. It was no surprise that even the most wealthiest aristocats were given better treatment. To Captain Smith the first-class were 'walking money', they would surely help spread the word, and perhaps bring in even more fortune. "Yes," Smith assured, "let the first-class board first."

And, off the worker went to announce the news to the people who waited impatiently. "Listen up," he had to shout over the uproar, "so, far we have at least two thousand two hundred and twenty eight thousand of you. I want first-class passengers to board first, then second, and lastly third. I want this to be done in an orderly fashion. We will set off in approximately two hours."

At that the commotion grew much louder, people kissed their loved one's a farewell. It was a moment of ecstasy, all for the ship that deemed as virtually unsinkable, the Titanic was truly a phenomenon.

Mood: Observant xxx Outfit:herexxx Theme song: N.A. xxx

'Two hours, two hours, two hours ..'

Arthur McGhee felt the perspiration beginning to form at his temple, like thousands of tiny crystals scattered about his ivory skin. He wiped at it with the back of his hand as he chewed at his lower lip, it was a habit he had possessed since it was his conceitedness that got him stuck in the game of Cheat at the British port pub.

He remembered his words, a mockery as he smirked at the dunderheed that had just sent another man walking with loss. 'Ah bet yer ass I can win you at a game of cards. Aw or nothin', lad.' But, nevertheless it was those very words that had got him a pound short out of his pocket. If only he'd kept his mouth shut.

"You give'n up yet?" Arthur looked up from his stack of cards to the burly man who sat before him, the way his crusted lips curled back in amusement every moment he saw the poor Scott's exasperation.

He kept his answer short. "No." He concentrated on his next play.

He put down an ace, and at that, the man guffawed something bitter and awful that made Arthur fight the urge to hurl.

"You aren't gonna win, mate." Arthur ignored him as he put down a two.

Then, a four; six, eight, and before you know it he's all out of cards. Checkmate.

Arthur looked up at the man's now gawked expression, and smirked. "Mibbe ah jus did."

The guy was infuriated now as he looked at the cards, to Arthur, to the cards, then back up at Arthur. "Bullshit," he spat out a wad of tobacco juice out of the side of his mouth.

The man was nothing but muscle and tattoo compared to Arthur. However, as he said that Arthur couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed, and laughed until his sides were cramping; until the man grabbed at his white button down, and heaved him up from his chair. "I want a rematch". He demanded, spit freckling across Arthur's face.

"Not how it works." The man pushed Arthur against a wall; hard. Others began to move away immediately in the process at the same time the owner shouted for the two men to take their tussle outside, but he was only ignored. "Listen to me, mate. I will hurt-" he was distracted by Arthur's hand moving behind his ear, thus a silver dollar had appeared between his fingers as if by magic.

"Did you not hear me? Arthur's smile widened. "Yer outta luck, lassie." He threw the coin at the man's face, causing him to loose his grip on Arthur.

"Aye!" he called out as he saw the sly Scott scoop up a few coins from their table, including a third-class ticket to board the 'White Star Line', and ran free from the pub toward the grand ship.


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Daisy McGregor

The smell of the ocean was nothing new to Daisy. It was a homey smell to her and filled her with excitement for another adventure. Right now she could feel her feet get restless just standing in line to board the ship was called "Unsinkable". They should have nicknamed it "Unturnable" because she wondered how such a large ship could be turned by such small rudders. Daisy kept reading up on the newspaper of its construction in Northern Ireland. Her curious nature led her to read up on ship construction, but had a hard time picturing it. Even though Daisy had vast knowledge on many things, engineering and mechanics weren't one of them. Still she could wait to go inside and explore. The ship itself was towering! Most of the ships she was use to were half it's size, if not smaller.

"Oh Papa! I wish you were here to see this!" Daisy said to herself.

"Um ma'am, who are are you talking to?" asked the person in front of her.

"No one sir except myself." the blonde replied politely.

This earned her an odd stare and shaking his head, the man turned back to the front.

Sighing, Daisy thought of her father. He had been a wonderful man. He loved traveling to new places. She still couldn't believe it had been only a year since his death. Thinking about him almost brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to think that way. She wished her sister and uncle were here to send her off, but that wasn't possible either. Her Uncle Charles was still living in India as a doctor there and her twin sister Violet was too far along in her third pregnancy to travel and was actually on bed rest. At least she got to see her sister's family before traveling to South Hampton. It was unnerving, even though she loved traveling, this would be her first time traveling without anyone she knew. In the beginning it had been with her sister and father before she traveled with her late husband, Michael.

Thinking about Michael earned another sigh from her, but her thoughts were interrupted when it was announced that first class tickets holder were now to allow to board. Well, this was it. Soon she would be boarding and her new adventure would begin! All ready she knew that she would write about her experiences and talk about them in her next book. Even though she had invested into some money through her late husband, there was nothing quite like making your own way through the world. She was very much content with her lot in life as being 2nd class. She didn't have to worry about the restrictions that came with the 1st class and 3rd class. Still, she hated being judged by strangers. It was bad enough that her maternal grandmother kept trying to change her. Thank goodness that old woman gave up on her when she married and ignored her for the most part after her husband died. In the past few months though she was back to hounding her again to 'marry' and become 'respectable' or else she'd become a spinster. Marriage was the last thing in right now as Daisy waited for her turn to board.


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Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy Character Portrait: Rosalie Essex
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Date: Thursday, April 11th 1912. xxx Time: 10:30 am. xxx Location: the coast of Celtic Sea
Headed to: Queenstown, Ireland xxx Arrival time: 3:30 pm. xxx Weather: partly cloudy with an abundance of stratocumulus clouds. moderate breeze at 50°C N/NW

Titanic's departure from Southhampton yesterday was quite the success! Afterwards, the massive vessel sailed to Cherbourg, France to board more passengers. Nonetheless, everything seemed to be running smoothly, not a mishap identified. Its passengers are enjoying the long voyage as well. Some even managed to make friends with those within their social heiarchy, but who knows? Maybe love will parish within this grand vessel, or rivals will be made. Sometimes fate just has to be waited upon before it is allowed to make its next move.

As first class passengers began to make their way towards the Parisian Café for an early morning coffee, most second and third class passengers aimed to put on their best fitting garments to join them, passing the bouncers who are scouting for any possible intruders. Nevertheless, people are making the most of it until their final destination to Pier 60 in New York on April 17, 1912.


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Daisy McGregor

After a good night's rest, Daisy got up bright and early. She was always a morning person. In fact, she got up so early, the sun was barely rising over the horizon. She was quiet as a mouse to not wake up her roommate. In the past she had shared sleeping quarters with her sister and other young women when space was minimal. She was even use to 'roughing it' in the wild with a simple tent with her own father. She wanted to laugh thinking about what others would have thought about that. They would have been horrified. Some of the places she'd been to, she couldn't even imagine some men doing. After getting dressed, she went about exploring the ship more, at least to the places she was allowed. She wasn't bound to go where only 1st class people went. As curious and as adventurous Daisy was, she was no rule breaker.

Outside she watched as the ship sailed through the Celtic Sea towards Ireland. Daisy couldn't wait until they arrived. She did travel to Ireland once, but never been to Queensland. The people there she recalled were a happy bunch. She had traveled there with her father when she was twelve. She recalled how it was spring than and it rained almost the whole time. Daisy loved it. It wasn't called the Emerald Isle for nothing. It make sense for it to rain there. Now that she thought about it, most of the places she had been to rained a lot, so she suppose she was use to it by now. Unlike most of the British she met in England, she had a healthy tan with freckles over her body thanks to being outdoors a lot. Plush she was used to warmer weather. She was still trying to get use to the cooler weather here.

As she explored the ship, she carried a journal and several fountain pens, writing down things she saw and experienced so far. One could never be too careful. The quiet of the morning was very peaceful. She lounged about outside writing until more people started coming outside. Wondering what time it was, Daisy decided to return to her quarters. Her room size suited her and she didn't mind sharing it. The bed was actually one of the more comfortable she had ever been on, even though she was aware first class would be getting the best. Taking her journal, she put it up in her suit case before deciding she needed some breakfast. She saw that it was already 10:30 am.

Leaving her room, she started heading towards the place where she could get some food. She ended up passing the Parisian Cafe and shook her head, spotting those who were obviously not first class. She mingled enough with the 1st class to distinguish those who weren't. It was all about the stance. It helped she was very observant about things. She started walking pass when she heard her name.

"Daisy McGregor? Are my eyes deceiving me?" said a female voice, one that Daisy recognized immediately.

An easy going smile on her face, she turned to see a robust middle age woman with black hair with streaks of grey in it. Her name was Elizabeth Hurst and she was the widow of Major General Hurst. Daisy met the 1st class Officer and his wife and family when she married Michael. The military became a second family for Daisy and the Hurst's were one of her favorite people to converse with. When Michael died, the Hurst's were there for her along with her other family members. The general passed way a month before her own father died.

"Hello Eliza, it's been awhile." smiled Daisy, comfortable calling Mrs. Hurst by her first name.

The two women hugged each other in greeting.

"Well my girl, I can see you are doing well. How have you been?"

"It hasn't been easy, but I am doing better."

Mrs. Hurst nodded in understanding, knowing about her father's passing.

"Have you ate yet?"

"Not yet, but I was about to."

"Join me than so I don't have to eat alone or with someone who I know will bore me to death." Mrs. Hurst said, whispering to the last part, which earned a laugh out of Daisy.

"If you insist, but are you sure you want to be seen with a second class citizen?" Daisy smiled.

"Oh pish posh! You don't dare call yourself that."

"But it is true."

Mrs. Hurst shook her head and pulled the younger woman into the line for the Parisian Cafe. Seeing how Daisy was a guest, she was allowed in and soon found herself talking with Mrs. Hurst. While talking though, she noticed one person bumping into people before this person was caught by a tall man and pulled to a corner of the room. She raised an eyebrow. Looked like thieves were on the boat and this didn't surprise her in the least.


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Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra
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______________Juliette Le Sauvage______________


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    xxxxxTʜᴇᴍᴇ ✧ Suite Bergamasque|| Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ ✧ X
_____The morning sun created a gleam of light upon the English Harbor. Most chose to wave goodbye to their loved ones or to the onlookers of such an esteemed and historic occasion. Since Juliette had no family present and had been on the ship since the day before considering she was technically staff, she took the scenic route to the other side of the ship and watched the sun rise over Southhampton. She left her hair down, as she always did when she was free to move about, and inhaled the salty air. The few times she visited Spain with her parents she was completely drawn to the sea. Unfortunately Paris, her home since birth, merely has a river for her viewing pleasure and she smiled now at her good fortune of spending time floating about it for a solid length of time.
Juliette was not certain as to how long she had spent simply looking out at the view before her, but she imagined it to be quite a while since people could be seen filling out the ship and taking advantage of good weather and open decks. She sighed wistfully looking at them, knowing her brief moment of piece was spent and this place would hold no more privacy for her. She gathered up her skirts and began to make the trek back to her small quarters in Third Class, knowing by now people will be crowding the cramped hallways, when she was run upon by a very aggro servant. This man she had already been introduced to and he paused to catch his breath as if he'd been running. She reigned in her accent as she spoke knowing it was simply better for everyone involved if she didn't have to repeat herself.
"Bonjour Marc. What has you looking so flustered that you'd run all this way to find."
Forgive me Miss Juliette. But it's the other musician, ya see, 'e's sea sick. Tosser can't even hold his stomach five minutes into the damn voyage. We need a replacement at the Breakfast Cafe.You're the only other employed Pianist here and the quartet only plays for lunch and dinner."
"Merde,"she looked down at herself and was thankful she wore something semi-work appropriate. Her white shite, black ascot, and black skirts would have to do. She pulled a hair pin from her sleeve and quickly did her hair into a neat bun, with only a few strands falling but never too much to look messy.
"Very well Marc, take me to the cafe. I will just have to improvise."
Marc pulled her at a swift pace and she nearly lost her footing trying to keep up. "Please hurry we're already late!
The soon arrived to a slowly thickening crowd entering the French-style cafe and she straightened her skirts and pressed her fingers to her blushed cheeks as they'd grown pink from the exercise. She strode in quickly and smiled as she heard Marc letting out a deep exhale before he ran to inform his supervisors of her arrival no doubt. She accidently brushed passed a tall, rather rugged looking blonde gentleman and quickly apologized before continuing on. Despite there being people already in attendance, she walked straight up to the piano as if it was planned and began to play one of the many pieces she has memorized in her many years, Suite Bergamasque by Debussy, a favorite of hers. It had a lively into and was a moving piece in all. She quickly lost herself to the melody as people filed in.


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Location: D Deck: Cabin and B Deck: Second
Class Promenade, First Class Promenade
Interacting With: None
Mentioned: Daisy McGregor
Outfit: Day Dress 1


Despite her tendency to rise early, a habit developed from her numerous governess positions, Abia was quite tired from the previous days events. Though she had been in Southhampton for a few days, nothing could have prepared her for the inevitable crowd of people both boarding and spectating the Titanic. Having had a difficult time boarding after being violently jostled around by other passengers, the young woman had at last found her assigned cabin. Abia was sharing the second class cabin with a Miss Daisy Gregor. The two had briefly conversed before Abia excused herself in order to eat. It had been a long day and she wanted a good meal. After finishing her meal, the overwhelmed younger Crane twin had retired to her cabin for the night.

About an hour after Daisy had left their room, Abia awoke. After washing her face in the basin, she dressed herself and proceeded to leave the room. At first, she considered bring a book along with her. She quickly decided against it. As much as she loved reading, today would be a lovely day to acquaint herself with the ship. Perhaps she could find someone or something interesting to watch or draw. That being said, the young woman carried by her side a small drawing pad and a pencil as she walked through the second class halls of the D Deck.

After breakfast in the Second Class Dining Hall, Abia stepped out into the morning weather. It was partly cloudy and fairly breezy, though she expected as much from being on a moving vessel. The young woman proceeded to walk straight to the railing, looking over it and down at the beautiful blue sea. It would never cease to amaze her how memorizing the waves were. They could be so calm and peaceful, yet also violent and destructive. So was the way of nature and of life.

Abia took a brief walk around the second class promenade on this level. There wasn't nearly as much space for the second class as the first class on this deck, which she had noted before and while boarding the ship. Some groups of people chattered on the deck, but it was relatively uneventful and uninteresting to her. There were also only a few benches on this deck, all of them already occupied. And besides, the promenade did not extend to the hull of the ship, instead stuck in the middle of it. Though she doubted she'd get any view of where the ship was heading from the First Class Promenade, it wouldn't hurt to try. It wouldn't hurt just to explore the promenade. It wasn't as though she was going to try and sneak into one of the cabins or restaurants there.

An employee of the ship stood by the small gate which separated the first and second class promenades. He looked rather disinterested in his job, repeatedly checking his wristwatch. Abia did not own a watch as she had always been reliant on clocks within the home. However, it must have been exactly on the hour or half hour since the employee abruptly left his post by the gate instead of waiting for the next man to come and stand in his place. His shift was done and he had better things to do than stand in place and tell the second class passengers to leave.

Seeing this as her chance to gain entry to the first class section of the deck, Abia quickly walked over to the lonesome, waist high gate. She glanced around, feeling her heart racing as she did so. She knew she should not be doing this, but she was doing it out of curiosity not out of malice or for personal gain. Nobody was paying any attention to her, instead wrapped up in their own conversations. She opened the gate and entered onto the first class side, gently closing the gate door behind her before briskly walking away.

Her pace slowed once she was about 20 feet from the gate. Glancing around, she saw that nobody had noticed her. Actually, there seemed to be nobody this far back on the promenade. Perhaps the first class men and woman did not want to be seen or even be close to the second class. Abia didn't think about it for long, instead overjoyed that she had made it to the First Class Promenade. She continued her walk, observing the men and women on the deck strolling along and talking. They all held themselves with pride, knowing that they were the most elite and wealthy of the passengers aboard. Abia thought of how nice it must be to have your wealth secured for you, to simply live and dine and not worry about being a working woman. She enjoyed her job, she did, but it did come with uncertainties.

Abia passed the long line of people trying to enter the Parisian cafe. Some were obviously passengers from either third or second class. She could tell by the way they dressed and acted. They weren't like the many social elites she'd seen. Having no interest in talking with strangers at the moment or entering the Cafe, Abia walked past the and failed to notice a certain young man whom she was all too familiar with.

Once she was away from the line and from most of the other passengers taking a stroll, she set her drawing pad and pencil down on one of the unoccupied chairs. She made sure the pencil was securely in place and would not roll away while she left it unattended. With soft footsteps, Abia walked over to the railing. She rested her elbows on the railing as she stared out at the seemingly endless ocean. There was a sense of isolation, but she knew she was just fine here on the ship. She would surely find someone to talk to and if not so be it. Abia was content for the moment to just stare out at the ocean and think of all that lie beyond it.

Location: B Deck: First Class Promenade,
Parisian Cafe
Interacting With: Abia Crane
Mentioned: Juliette Le Sauvage
Outfit: Day Suit 1


Once he was cleaned up and dressed, William had quickly made his way from the F Deck cabin he shared with five others to the B Deck. In a similar fashion to how his sister would later enter the First Class Promenade, he soon found himself quite alone on the first class side of the deck. It seemed no one was on this end of the promenade. This was fine by him for the moment. He didn't need any attention drawn to him nor did he want any. Instead of rushing in to steal what he could from the first class passengers, William had dedicated the day (or at least the morning, there was still time to change his mind) to scouting out the first class facilities and passengers. It could prove risky if he was caught, but it could also prove extremely helpful later on. Only time would tell.

The young man quickly found the Parisian Cafe, which had accumulated a nice line of passengers trying to gain entry. His face betrayed no emotion as he watched countless passengers be denied. Poor souls couldn't get in even if they had their best clothing on. Perhaps they would have better luck in the Second Class Dining Hall. Will continued to stand in line, listening to the chatter around him. Two ladies were talking about their respective children, slyly trying to out do the other with the great accomplishments of their respective child. A younger couple were engaging in a rather mundane conversation with an older man, a business partner of the husband's father. A young woman and her mother chatted about the daughter's friends and who they were all set to marry. The conversations were hardly interesting but still he listened.

As William was approaching the front of the line, he spotted a familiar face. It was his sister Abia. It seemed she had snuck onto the First Class Promenade and was now indulging herself in walking around it. She had not spotted him, which he was thankful for. He quickly moved himself behind the younger couple in front of him as if to inspect the wall. Though Will was planning on confronting Abia about his presence on the ship, he was waiting to do it until after the Titanic was well on its way across the great Atlantic Ocean. He didn't want her to try and leave the ship in order to get away from him.

Son after Abia passed the line, William greeted the bouncer standing watch at the cafe entrance and entered the cozy dining space. He maneuvered around the tables and other passengers, seeking solace in the form of an empty table. He kept his head held high as he walked, not in a completely arrogant manner, but one which exuded confidence.

The passengers here were mainly from the first and second class. He doubted many third class passengers could get around the bouncer. William noted the jolly mood of the majority of the cafe patrons. They were here to relax and enjoy their wealth. How lovely, he thought to himself as he succeeded in finding a table which had somehow been left without anyone to sit at it. It was in the middle of the cafe, a perfect vantage point. He seated himself in one of the seats closest to the wall. And now we see where the mice are among these men, he thought, referring to his potential targets as mice.

He began to whistle absentmindedly, before the sound was replaced by the sound of someone playing the piano. He looked in the direction of the sound, noticing a beautiful young woman playing the beautiful sounding piece. Tempted as he was to fully take in her features, he turned his attention back to the other patrons of the cafe.


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Daisy McGregor

Daisy gaps when she sees the gentleman and the person he grabbed start to play cards. She couldn't hear was they were saying, but it was obvious that's what they were doing. She was quickly brought out of her thoughts when Mrs. Hurst kept repeating her name.

"Daisy? Daily! Is your mind wandering again?" the older woman asked.

Embarrassed, Daisy turned around and replied, "Oh I am so sorry Eliza! What were you saying?"

"I was asking how your sister and her family were."

"Violet is fine. She and Edward are expecting another child soon. Vi is determined to give Eddie a son since she already has two girls. Her doctor thinks she is carrying twins because she's much bigger than the last few pregnancies."

This brought a huge smile to Daisy's face, but Mrs. Hurst could see the inner sadness of her friend. She knew that Daisy wanted to be a mother so badly. It was bad enough when she had the first miscarriage, it was worse when the second one was a still born. Daisy had once told her she thought there was something wrong with her especially with her twin sister being able to carry and give birth to healthy children. The matronly woman's heart went out to her, but she maintain her smile, wanting to keep the blonde in a good mood.

"Well she'll definitely have her hands full than. I am happy that Violet is taking a more hands on approach to motherhood, unlike some mothers I know."

This caused Daisy to giggle. She could not understand why some mothers did spend more time with their children. She understood the need of having nannies and governesses, but for some women to not want to be around their children was just mind boggling. Daisy herself thought of becoming a governess after Michael died, but she realized she'd have to give up her love of traveling, and she simply couldn't do that.

It was at that second, she heard a crash and turned to see a woman who was done as well as a man. The scene caused her to laugh hard, earning several gazes her way. Not wanting to embarrass her friend, she took several breaths to calm down, but couldn't quite stop the giggling. Mrs. Hurst saw the incident too and giggled as well.

"And here I thought these meals would get boring."

"I just hope they're okay. That looked nasty." commented Daisy after she managed to stop giggling.

"It certainly did."

"Well, I am done eating, so I'll go and get some fresh air. Would you like to join me?" Daisy asks as she stands up.

"Afraid not my dear, I am going to get some rest. I will see you later all right?" Mrs. Hurst said as she stood up and gave Daisy a huge.

"Take care." Daisy said before leaving the cafe.

She ended up walking outside back to her section of the ship before spotting someone else. Recognizing that it was her roommate, she approached her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Good day Miss Crane. Enjoying the view?"


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Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane
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Location: B Deck
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Abia continued to look out at the ocean. It was a wonderful sight, one she had only seen in paintings and photographs.[ The vastness of the ocean seemed almost impossible to consider. She'd seen globes and maps, used them in her teachings, but to truly experience the seemingly never-ending sea was different than simply looking at a piece of paper or hollow sphere.

She was completely wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming of what life would be like aboard the ship and eventually in New York. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Abia resisted the urge to jump, not wanting to give this person any reason to reconsider what class she was in. When she turned around, instead of finding someone ready to escort her back to the Second Class Promenade, she found her roommate Daisy. "Good day Miss Crane. Enjoying the view?"

Abia smiled at the other woman, happy to see a familiar face. Granted, she didn't know anyone else on the ship so Daisy was the only familiar face save for some of the employees she'd spoken with. "Good day to you as well Ms. McGregor." She stole a quick glance back at the ocean before responding to the woman's question. "I've never seen the ocean before, only paintings and photographs. It's beautiful. I could probably stare at it for days, getting lost in my own head. I'm sure I could get lost on this ship too. It's so large." Of course, Abia probably wouldn't get lost on the ship thanks to how observant she was, but the thought of exploring every single corner of the ship seemed a daunting task given its impressive size.

Location: B Deck: Parisian Cafe
Interacting With: Ollie Gatz
Outfit: x


Will continued to sit by himself, observing those around him. Those who were obviously first class mingled, talking about business, inheritance, and of course others of their class. They could think of themselves as better than the rest of the passengers aboard, but in truth they were nothing more than rats as well. It was an odd thought to come from a man who desired the finer things in life (and readily took them when he had the chance), but nonetheless William felt that the first class were no better than the third or second in terms of their actions. They had everything given to them on a silver platter, never knowing what hardship was or what it was like to make an honest living. He also doubted any of them had grown up with only one parent to support them.

Tempted as he was to start taking their jewelry, watches, and purses, he restrained himself. It would do no good to get himself thrown off the ship before the longest leg of the voyage. It also would be quite a shame to only get a small taste of the luxuries that could be his. Will continued to whistle as one of the waiters brought him a glass of water. He thanked the man before taking a sip. He wasn't too hungry, having been given some bread from one of the men he shared his room with, but it would still be quite nice to order and receive a first class meal.

A few minutes passed and he noticed an older couple coming into the cafe. Most of the tables were occupied by now and those that weren't had potential occupants nearby. Will stood, making his way over to them and offering them the table he had just been sitting at. "It's no problem at all, really," he told them as he led the way to the table. "It seems that the man I was supposed to meet has yet to arrive. Please, feel free to sit here. I haven't a clue when he will be arriving and I wouldn't want anyone to be miss out on a lovely lunch because of me." He pulled out a seat for the woman to sit. She thanked him as he grabbed his water glass off the table. The couple thanked him for the table as he bid them a good day and looked to relocate where he would sit or stand now in the cafe.

He spotted a young redheaded woman standing by the large windows on the exterior wall of the cafe. William made his way across the cozy cafe, which really didn't require many footsteps, water in one hand and hat in the other. He gave a nod of the head to the woman, who he noticed was significantly smaller than him. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.


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The way Abia described the scenery and how she felt reminded Daisy of one of her favorite childhood memories. It was actually the first time she remembered crossing the ocean herself as a child. It had been a longer journey than the one she was on right now. She was heading from England to India traveling from the Atlantic to the Indian Ocean. For a little girl about five, the ocean looked too big to be real and she had been awestruck. It had been a cool autumn day and the ship she was on rocked back and forth a lot. She didn't get to see much of the Atlantic ocean because of the wave conditions. It was a completely different story when they got to the Mediterranean Sea. She never saw water so blue before, especially getting closer to the Suez Canal, a site she found fascinating.

Smiling at her roommate, she replied, "Yes the ocean never ceases to amaze me. You definitely want to soak it in because it's something you'll never forget. Wait until we get to Ireland, the cliffs are definitely incredible. Even though I've traveled many times in my life, this will be my first time crossing the Atlantic to America. I know I am looking forward to seeing New York City. I can't wait to see the Statue of Liberty! When I bought my ticket for this ship, I wanted to make sure I learned as much as I could about America. What are you looking forward to the most about America?"

Daisy would have kept on talking but she wanted to give the other young woman a chance. She remembered how Violet once commented on her gregarious nature.

"I swear Daisy, you could out talk a politician." she had said.

It earned a laugh out of Daisy and replied it was probably true. Over the years she had worked on it. She had gotten better, but than her husband died and the young widow found herself falling back into a few bad habits and talking too much was one of them. It was mostly due to the fact that talking was a distraction of thinking and her mind tended to dwell on the past too much and it hurt too much to remember at times. She was slowly changing back to her original more happy self, but she knew she would never completely get over the deaths of her late husband and father. Hopefully America would provide enough of a distraction for her to figure out exactly what she wanted to do with her life besides writing.


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Location: B Deck: First Class Promenade
Interacting With: Daisy McGregor
Outfit: X


Abia listened as Daisy spoke, glad to find that she was not the only one entranced by the ocean. It was a wondrous sight and one she believed was wasted by those who ignored it as they strolled about. The young woman was equally as interested in what grand tales and knowledge Daisy might hold in her head from her times abroad. Now was likely not the time to ask, as the two women had only met yesterday, but in a few days she would perhaps ask the other woman of where she'd gone to and seen during her travels. Having always been in landlocked towns across England, Abia couldn't help her curiosity. Fortunately for her, it seemed that it would be partially appeased when the ship stopped to pick up its passengers in Ireland.

Daisy then began to speak of America, which was of course another curiosity. "What are you looking forward to the most about America?" she asked. To this, Abia's immediate answer would have been the prospect of meeting her mother. However, she was hesitant to tell her roommate this. It was very personal to her, something she'd dreamed of since she was a little girl. She decided that she would tell Daisy at another point in time.

"I'm terribly indecisive," she told the other woman with a small grin. "Though I look forward to learning more about America and its culture, the chance to start anew and the prospect of finding love are both very compelling." Abia hoped she didn't sound like too much of a hopeless romantic, but she couldn't help it. She was truly looking forward to a new life and the possibility of finding love as much as she was finding her mother.