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Carrie Woods

"No matter what you say, I'm not going to change."

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a character in “House of Historical Horrors”, as played by crystalrain

Description

Carrie Woods


General

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Full Name: Carrie Marie Woods

Nickname: Care

Gender: Female

Age: 20




Personal

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Sexual Orientation: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Likes:
-Compliments
-Dogs
-Hoodies
-Painting and Drawing
-Being herself, not who someone else tells her to be.

Dislikes:
-The Status Quo
-People who try to be someone they're not
-Guys who don't treat women right
-People who don't like you for who you are
-Crying in front of other people

Personality:
Carrie is an independent girl. She only listens to the rules when there is something in it for her. She won't change for anybody nor do what anyone tells her if it's not what she wants to do. Carrie is very creative. She is artistic and loves to paint and draw. Carrie is very friendly and kind and loyal to her friends. She is caring to the people she likes.




Apperance

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Hair Color: Brown with blonde tips

Eye Color: Brown with a hint of green

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Typical Clothing Style: Carrie wears pretty fashionable clothes when at school or out with friends. She loves funky accessories and making creative combinations of outfits. She has her own, creative sense of style. When she's at home though, she wears hoodies and sweatpants, preferring to comfortable while she paints or draws.

Distinct Markings: She has three piercings on one ear and two on the other ear. She also has this tattoo on the inside of her left wrist.




History

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History: Carrie grew up in a house with her mom and dad and her older sister. Carrie's mother was a successful doctor and her father was a renowned surgeon. They expected their two daughters to follow suit. Carrie's older sister, Annie, earned straight A's in school while Carrie rarely earned A's. It wasn't because she wasn't smart, it was because she had no interest in any subject besides art. Their parents always praised Annie and punished Carrie. Annie was the favorite child, and Carrie was the black sheep they yelled at, punished, and insulted, trying desperately to make her give up her dreams of being an artist. To them, art was impractical, and they refused to have their daughter be so interested in art, which they believed was impractical. Carrie grew to hate her parents, and she defied them, doing what pleased her instead of what they wanted. Carrie didn't have a very good relationship with Annie either, because she was constantly being compared to her. Eventually Isaac, Carrie's cousin, moved in with them. Carrie became pretty close to Isaac, because she wasn't very close with her parents or sister and it was nice to have someone in the house who liked her for who she was. Much to her parents delight, Annie attended an Ivy League school to study medicine. Against her parents wishes, Carrie attended college to study art. She was more than happy to finally move out and go to college, especially since she was going to the same school as Isaac.

Other: None

So begins...

Carrie Woods's Story

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Carrie looked up at what was to be her new home and smiled. She carried her three bags of belongings and her easel into the house. She looked around at the main entrance and staircase and the kitchen and dining room to her right and the living room to her left. She ascended the stairs up to the second floor. Carrie was the first one at the house so she figured she would choose her room first. She chose the room with the most windows, facing the backyard full of flowers. It was perfect for painting--lots of light and lots of inspiration. She set her easel down by the window and threw two of her bags onto her bed. She set the other bag down by her easel, as it was filled with paint, a few canvases, paintbrushes, notebooks, pencils, and oil pastels. Carrie looked around at her room, there was a bed in the center, a closet to the left of the bed, a desk across from the bed, a dresser to the right of the bed, and now her easel standing by the windows. Walking down the hall, Carrie noticed that each of the rooms was furnished more or less the same. There were five other rooms, and she smiled at the thought of the five other people she was going to share this house with. This year was going to be much better than last year, when she had been paired up with some random girl in a dormitory, who turned out to be a mean slob. Carrie walked down the stairs and looked out the window next to the front door, anxious for her the five others to arrive at their new home.

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Cassandra's car rattled down the road that would lead to her new home for the year. It was a very old car, though it had been rebuilt when the time came, but Cassandra loved it none the less. It was a canary-yellow 1966 VW 21 window Samba. She had gotten it for her birthday one year prior, and had been ecstatic. The thing was like driving-legal history. Plus it only broke down every once in a while and could carry an army by just the size of it. Her six oversize suitcases finally stopped bumping around as she pulled to a stop in the front of the house. Most of the suitcases were for books- four of them at least. She had a book on almost every point in history, it looked like, from Musical history to the history of letters to mythology and history of the Greek empire. The other two were a toss up- one reserved for her clothing, and the other reserved for clothing, shoes, a small whiteboard, a small cork board, and her computer.

Cassandra unloaded two of the suitcases from the third row of seats, leaving the other four for her second trip back. She walked quickly to the unlocked door, hoping in the recesses of her mind she would be alone in the house. She is not the luckiest person in the world, apparently, as another was already inside. She wanted to be cordial, but she had forgotten to take medicine with all the packing and she could change emotions quickly- she didn't want to subject anyone to that, though thankfully she could take more in just under 30 minutes. She said hello as she ducked her head and rushed to the nearest open room, throwing the bags on in the possess. She rushed back out as soon as she came in, a flurry of yellow dress and red scarf.

Sooner rather than later all of her luggage was open on her bed, and her door locked tight. With only a closet (which now held all manner of dresses from her favorite points in recent history, as well as shoes), dresser (which held her more durable things), a desk, and a bed, she did not have nearly enough spaces for her books. She would be walking all over them. She had arranged stacks already, with books under the desk and beside it, and almost everywhere around the small window seat that faced out near her car. She could see herself reading in it and didn't want to have anything in the way of that.

"The history of literature," she read to herself before placing it carefully onto the 'creative history' pile. Other piles included 'Ancient history', 'Books about myths only', 'fiction', and 'A.D history', among others. Most of the piles were already getting pretty tall- with the tallest ('Ancient history') reaching to her waist, with a smaller stack of the same theme so nothing fell over up to the middle of her lower leg. She was almost done though, with only two books to go, which were put in their respective piles soon enough. After that, she collapsed onto the bed and grabbed the book she was currently reviewing and began reading.

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Isaac could feel his heart thumping against his rib-cage, as if trying to force it's way out, so that he would avoid the pains of meeting new people. Nervous was an understatement to how he felt; it was almost as if he was more convinced jumping off a cliff into polar waters naked would be better at this point.

He pushed his ear-buds in farther, staring out of the window of his car, forgetting that he was driving for a moment. It was just enough that he looked away from the road, and managed to turn towards the house, stopping under an oak tree and turning the key so that the engine would shut off.

He jumped out of his car, leaving the door open, and sat on the hood of the grey SUV. He stared at the house, pulling his sunglasses off, and sighed. Is this really what I've driven all this way for? It best be worth it.

Isaac jumped off the hood, pushing the sunglasses back on, and closed the door to the driver's side before sprinting to the back of the car. He had packed lightly, which made him slightly more happy at this point, realising he would be quite pleased to avoid running up stairs more than he had to.

It was a single trip to his room, with three bags, which he tossed into the first room he found. And, to say the least, he was pleased; the room seemed comfortable to him, with a piano in the corner, and what he realised was books upon books of sheet music scattered in the cabinets. Isaac laughed happily, picking one up, and sitting down on his bed.

"If someone wants to speak to me, fine. Their choice. But they'll have to come in here..." His eyes gazed over the notes, humming a violin stanza from Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty Waltz".

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Jeremiah grinned as he arrived at the old home. This would be where he lived for now, with five new people. The decision was a good one in his opinion. It was a fresh change from his sheltered life and a new place away from the beautiful prison of his parents' home. He was hopeful, especially since his new house mates were sure to be diverse in character. They would keep the days spent together interesting, no doubt.

He parked his red Austin Healey and climbed out of the car. Jeremiah opened the trunk and retrieved his bags from it. He had brought two, along with a backpack that sat on the passenger seat. After retrieving this also, he put the rood back up and locked the car. He hoped nobody would steal it.

Proceeding to the front door, he saw a girl standing and gazing out the window. He nodded to her in case she wished to respond. Upon entering the home he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. He decided he should at least set his stuff down before meeting his new house mates. Climbing the stairs, Jeremiah took a room towards the front of the house. He set his bags on the bed and observed how quaint and plain the room was.

Without further delay, he descended the stairs, wearing a light grey blazer and suit pants. He was used to being dressed formally and found it uncomfortable to wear casual clothes. There was also his scar to hide, which eliminated short sleeved shirts.

He went into the kitchen and found that its previous occupants had departed. He wandered into the living room and heard footsteps on the stairs. However he was too enthralled with a chair that he found rather comfy. Content, he remained where he was and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and daydreaming.

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Casandra's fingers traced over the page of the book before she leaned over and jotted down another note in the spiral bound journal in front of her. She brought the journal up to her knees and reviewed a few of the words and definitions, noting the more important things. She let out a loud sigh as she sat that down on the nightstand and replaced the book on it's proper shelving area. She didn't really wish to read any more, and her legs needed stretching as she had been sitting cross legged on the bed for so long.

Still, she didn't exactly want to go out and mingle- she barely knew the people and they might talk to much, or two little, and she couldn't keep a conversation going on her own. So, she decided to do what she did best- study. Just look about and take notes on appearance, personality, and things like that. She realized that might seem a bit odd- but she had done it before, and she had notes spanning volumes on her parents. Hopefully they would get over any odd feelings about her. At least, she hoped they would.

Cass started a new section in her journal, flipping to a new section and leaving space for notes on the book she had been reading, if she wanted to go back to it. She added a small bookmark to the new section before traveling out of her room, quickly looking in other rooms as she did. She didn't really have to look for long, as someone was in the kitchen and she wasn't exactly far from there. She smiled politely before looking over the figure, jotting down a few notes before she finally straightened her back and said hello. He seemed to be daydreaming, so she prodded him with the end of her pencil as well. She added a note to her journal that read 'daydreamer' and then backed a few feet away, tapping the journal with her fingers. I can take more notes later., she thought to herself. Personality could wait. Appearances were most important after all, and she would get to know the rest later. She waved as she whispered goodbye. Really the only reason she wanted him to open his eyes was so she could note their color, so it would be unimportant to talk to him- right now at least. After that she walked about the home, deciding to not interrupt anyone else. She just noted what she could see, and nothing else, before moving on. She took notes on everyone in the house before she looked over them again. Oh, there is that guy- the one in the odd clothing. His appearance will take a bit of time to note, she thought when she didn't see the name in her journal. She had already looked in the house, so she decided to take her best shot and go outside. She was right in her thinking, as he was looking over the garden.

"Oliver, Correct?" she said as she wrote down the name and the normal parts of his features, or at least the more normal parts. She needed notes on any truly odd/intriguing parts, and while most could easily be explained and put into a category without asking anything, but 'Victorian' wasn't exactly a catagory that counted any longer. Cassandra at least stayed within 50 years with her clothing (though that was mostly of preference only), and she could explain her reasoning behind wanting to wear out of date clothing. It was important to her to know what his excuse for it was. She added another note into the journal before closing it. She didn't want to see very rude, especially if she would be talking with him for more than a minute.

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Carrie heard all of her roommates arriving and even saw some of them coming in as she looked out the window. Part of her was excited and wanted to go meet them, but part of her was very tired and feeling sort of heavy and sick. She decided she would go and greet everyone later, when she was feeling better and could make a better first impression. For now, she closed her bedroom door. She walked into the small bathroom attached to her room that was also attached to her neighbors room. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair. Suddenly, she felt extremely dizzy and nauseous. She put her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes for a brief second and then the next she knew, she opened her eyes and she was laying in a bed. She sat up and looked around. Am I dreaming? This can't be real... She thought, as she looked at the room she was in. Carrie rubbed her eyes frantically, knowing this felt all too real to be a dream. Jumping out of the bed, she ran into the bathroom, all the time thinking in the back of her mind that this looked just like one of the first class cabins on the Titanic. She looked in the mirror and nearly screamed as she saw the outfit she was wearing. Carrie ran back out into her room and out into the hallway, searching for one of her new roommates, praying she wasn't alone.

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Isaac was just putting his copy of 'None but the Lonely Hearts' away when he nearly fell over. He coughed, smelling sea water, and blinked several times. He could not remember there being a lake nearby... certainly not a sea.

He checked his cases. His violin was sitting on the floor of his bed, nestled gently in its case, along with what he now recognized to be his hand-harp. Isaac sighed, picking up a bag on the floor. It was brown italian leather, a 'messenger bag', and he quickly stuffed his sheet music into the bag. It was dropped onto the bed, while he rifled through the dressers, finding a nice suit and grinning widely. It matched his style perfectly; pure Victorian.

"So, where in the hell am I, that a room will suddenly change... And my fashion needs are met..." He contemplated this silently as he changed into the suit, tossing his old clothes under the bed, and picked up the bag. That was tossed over his shoulder, as Isaac grabbed his two instrument cases. "I'm so glad those are the only two I have."

He opened the door with a sigh, thinking it would turn normal, but he nearly dropped his cases. The violin fumbled in his hand as he grasped the handle, and turned around in awe. I... I can't believe it. A first class room on the Titanic. His awe was quickly gone as he realised precisely where he was. A ship that was doomed to sink.

Isaac glanced down at his cases, and frowned. First class advantage, certainly; and there was no way that he would let the violin go. The hand harp could easily be replaced; as much as he loved the style, it was a Celtic print of the sixteenth century, and unfortunately of a tiny village - thus it had no worth. And no meaning to him, at this point, if it came between a two-thousand dollar harp and a priceless violin.

He was about to turn around and go back into his room, when he saw someone rushing past him. It looked like... "....Carrie?" His shock was impossible to hide.

Not when he had seen his dad earlier. Not when he could see someone who looked just like Jolienne sitting across the hall, and drinking tea, smiling at the band that was playing. He leaned against the wall, pushing against his forehead with the hand that was holding the harp case, and groaned. As soon as he could, he would go speak to the band. They were renowned for their skill, and it would calm him down enough to look past Jolie.

"She always loved to be called that name." It was barely a whisper.

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Casandra watched him leave before writing down a note about how he walked. Most people would overlook something like that, but a person's walk said a lot about them. She smiled as she added a check beside his name, therefore completing the little list of people- aside from one which she was sure wasn't at the building yet. Cass walked into the house quickly, smiling to Oliver and the other male as she made her trip to her room. She set the journal down just as a wave of nausea hit her. She grabbed her bedpost and clutched her stomach as she heaved. She became awful dizzy, so she climbed over the bedpost, which she found to be smaller than she remembered, and folded her head between her legs. Salt water evaded her nose, and she groaned, feeling her whole body convulse in a coughing fit. And, as soon as it came on, it left her. She felt significantly different though. For one, the feeling of the dress she wore constantly was different. It felt heavier and made of finer silk than she could ever afford. Slowly, she picked her head up and just about screamed when she saw the room around her.

Casandra had to do a double-take to prove to herself everything was real. She recognized the room immediately, of course, as she had spent a large portion of her time studying everything about it, from the bedspreads to the food the ship served. The titanic. She stood up as she looked about the room, her face set in awe and confusion. Her dress was heaver, that was for sure, as it was made of layers of yellow fabric held together by a blue flower. The dress reached down to her ankles, where matching high-heeled yellow shoes held herself up. A small portion of her books, some of the older ones that had been published pre-titanic era, at least, lined the shelves. There was only two, one on language and one mythology.

As she got used to wearing the dress (she had to walk about the cabin for a moment), she thought over her current situation. Am I the only one here? What day is it?. The thoughts kept creeping into her mind, and she decided to see for herself. So, she grabbed a small parasol that matched her outfit and walked from the door, looking around at the lush walls and other cabin doors. The lounge, she thought as she walked around, looking for the others. She began to walk to the lounge, which if her memory of the floorplan served her correctly, would be right up the staircase. Though, she didn't get far, as she quickly saw a face she recognized.

"Issac," she mumbled before turning to the person he was talking to. She recognized her, but had never formally talked to her. "Hello. I'm Casandra. You must be Carrie," she mumbled before looking around. "We all need to get to the lounge. It's not as musty as the smoke room and not as echo-filled as the pool. Get everyone together and figure out how much time we have before.... before... the disaster," Even as she said the words she couldn't believe she was saying them. She didn't normally even talk that much, but it was a desperate time, and it called for even more desperate measures.





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"We all need to get to the lounge." In what Isaac remembered from his brief study of the Titanic, it was somewhere nearby. "Get everyone together and figure out how much time we have before..."

No need to finish that sentence. He grimaced. "How can we be sure everyone's here? We don't even know what happened, there's no saying that all five of us... maybe six, who knows if that extra has showed up yet... are on this boat. All we know for sure is that there's the three of us." He shook his head. He really needed to get to the band. He needed to do something to calm himself, and he was not sure there was even time for that.

"Why doesn't one of us ask a steward or someone what day it is? And the time, preferably. It'd be nice to know the time. At that, though, I may be trying to find my way towards the band..." He let his sentence trail off. Isaac was not sure if the other two even cared about what he did, let alone did he want to know what day it is.

All I want is to go home. Is that so much to ask for? A house that, for all I know, sends people back in time to their deaths? I'm not sure I'll even make it out... I wonder, if I won't, that I can at least send my violin off. Someone needs to appreciate this more than the bottom of the ocean would.

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Ollie had no idea what was going on. He left the other male suddenly to go see if someone was fucking with him. He smelt sea water, but payed it no mind. Somehow, the house was changing, and it was seriously pissing him off. It was pissing him off because it confused him.

It wasn't long until he found the room with the other three inside it. "Can someone please tell me what is going on?" He snapped, lifting his chin a bit. He noticed that everyone was actually a bit scared. The boat jerked roughly but Ollie stood his ground. He glanced down at the people and realized their clothes have changed. But yet, his didn't much. At most, his hair seemed to have brushed itself back into a small ponytail. "Alright... Now either I'm dreaming or going crazy." He turned to the only friendly face he knew. At least he knew these people. Dream or not.

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"Why doesn't one of us ask a steward or someone what day it is? And the time, preferably. It'd be nice to know the time. At that, though, I may be trying to find my way towards the band..." Casandra listened to Issac as he suggested they find the time, and immediately nodded. It was imperative they found the time, after all. If they only had a few hours... they needed to be hanging out near the lifeboats. If they had a day or more, it would be nice to enjoy it.

Oliver appeared just then, and Isaac didn't seem to take well to that, so he left. Casandra grumbled under her breath at that. They were in an unfamiliar place, after all, the sight of a horrible disaster nonetheless. Would it be that hard to stick together? She followed after them, gesturing for Carrie to follow as well. She caught up with them at the tail end of Isaac talking about his father and how Oliver looked like him.

"Guys, I get that you don't like each other that much. As much as I respect that, we need to stay together. These dresses are hard to move in-- you have to move a bit slower," Casandra muttered as she looked about the room. Music was playing, and people were moving about the room, enjoying conversation with one another. The nearest group to them was a group of men in their early twenties. Despite the fact that the group would more than likely think Casandra was insane, she walked over to them after pointing to Oliver and Isaac and then at the floor, silently telling them to stay where they were. The group of males noticed her immediately, of course, as a female really approaching a male without consent would be sort of taboo.

"Excuse me, sirs, but may I inquire as to the date and time? It's been a long few days and I've just recovered from an awful bout of fever- been in my bed for quite some time... I must have caught the fever in France, ," She said in the most polite voice she could manage, hoping dearly that her lie was believable enough. One of the men, one who was decidedly either more interested in her or more caring, placed a hand on her shoulder and said he was sorry for her ailment.

"It's the 14th of April, miss. About ten at night," the same man said, leading Cass over to a chair and letting her sit, obviously thinking she still looked pale. She probably did look pale, as her mind was frozen on the date. The 14th. ten o'clock. The ship would be fatally damaged at only 11:40. "Do you need to go to your room, miss? Lie down?" the man inquired, but she shook her head and stood, thanking him for the information as she walked over to her group again.

"Problem. Big problem. It's about 10 now- we have about two hours until the ship gets hit, and then only a few hours after that until it sinks. Me and Carrie will have no problem, hopefully, getting onto a lifeboat, but... women and children first," Casandra muttered, looking worriedly over to Oliver and Isaac.

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"Problem. Big problem. It's about 10 now- we have about two hours until the ship gets hit, and then only a few hours after that until it sinks. Me and Carrie will have no problem, hopefully, getting onto a lifeboat, but... women and children first."

Isaac could not manage a suitable reaction for his emotions. He stared blankly at Casandra, until he finally turned away, dropping his harp case and kicking it away. I don't want to see it anymore.

He turned around, and pushed the violin towards Casandra. "Please, take it. I'm not sure I will get out of this, and I want someone other than the bottom of the ocean to appreciate it. To truly appreciate it. My car is filled with precious instruments, take care of them. And the sheet music too."

He walked away only after he gave the bag of sheet music to her, too. He knew all his music by heart... And the only thing he really wanted to do was play something.

Does nothing interest you? Ever? The goddamn ship you're standing on is sinking, and you can only think about what key goes where in a music score.

Isaac found himself by the lifeboats, and leaned against the railing, looking above his head at the night sky. The last thing he wanted to do was look around - knowing himself, he would spy the iceberg, and escalate from there. "Of course, the last thing we could do was change time... How lovely history works." He shook his head, pulling off his over jacket and holding it in his hands.

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Ollie had listened to Isaac's words but said nothing. He didn't care what happened in this man's life. Why should it be his fault if he freaks out over a look-a-like? When he was about to leave he heard a voice speak up, "Guys, I get that you don't like each other that much. As much as I respect that, we need to stay together. These dresses are hard to move in-- you have to move a bit slower." Cassandra pleaded before they all moved to the boats.

She went over to talk to some men pretending to have been sick and then came back. "Problem. Big problem. It's about 10 now- we have about two hours until the ship gets hit, and then only a few hours after that until it sinks. Me and Carrie will have no problem, hopefully, getting onto a lifeboat, but... women and children first." She broke the news. Ollie knew this so he only leaned over the edge looking down at the water.

He pulled back and glanced at the girl. "I could seriously use a drink right now." He muttered before actually speaking to the two girls. "Make sure you stay safe. We'll be fine. It's just a bit of cold water. We'll just have to find something to float on like in the movie. It's our best shot." He looked over at Isaac. "Right?"

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Casandra took the offered violin and nodded at his request. Two dogs had been allowed onto the lifeboats, she doubted anyone would tell her to drop a simple music case. He handed her a case of sheet music too, which she passed onto Carrie because she wanted at least one hand free. The group walked over to the lifeboats, but she knew it would be useless for the two males- the people boarding wouldn't allow a male on unless all females and children ready to board where on, and that was if you got the one that took the order of 'women and children' to mean first. You might get the one that thought the order was women and children only. Best to be safe and stay on the starboard side, where the man loading lifeboats would at least allow males.

Oliver spoke up then, mostly just wishing he had a drink and muttering nonsense about braving the waves. Of course, that was a silly notion- people who jumped into the water either died immediately of heart attack because of the rapid change in temperature or slowly and painfully died of hypothermia.

"Your chances of pulling that off are low. 'On the night of the sinking of the RMS titanic, the water was 28 °F, or -2 °C. Only a few survived braving the waves, among them Charles Lightoller'," She quoted, remembering reading a book on the disaster, "The people that survived... most of them got to one of the overturned lifeboats. Even then.... only the lucky survived," she said quietly, still unsure if this was really happening to her. She should have been eating dinner in the less-than-stocked kitchen and studying. She wasn't really worried for her life- most of women survived and they were right next to the lifeboats. Still, Oliver and Isaac would be denied entry to a lifeboat. They had to think, and fast. The men who would be loading the ship would more than likely be very focused on getting the women on board, no matter the cost.

"Two dogs got on board because the women wouldn't load the lifeboat without them... a whole person might be different, but it would be worth a try. Now, it might be hard for all of us to masquerade as a group of siblings, and I'd hardly say they'd ever allow a male on the boat just because some flighty girl said they were friends, but it will have to work," she muttered under her breath, looking over the ship slowly.

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"Don't worry. You'll have more than you need to drink in.. oh, a few hours."

"We'll be fine. It's just a bit of cold water. We'll just have to find something to float on like the movie."

Isaac stared at him, about to curl his lip in a snarl. Is he insane? He instead shook his head, and tossed the overcoat onto his shoulder. He could use a drink, too, at that point. But chances were low of actually finding one.

"You know, I'm actually sad that this ship is sinking. Not just because chances of me dying are high," he added quickly, "But because all these people are going to loose so much. And I'll be damned, I've never thought of it." He stared at the people around him for a moment, then blinked, turning his focus back to his group.

"A whole person might be different, but it would be worth a try."

"Good enough for me. Don't have too many other options."

He looked at Oliver. "Oh, dear brother, how could I ever live without you?" There was a slight tinge of sarcasm to his voice, but he would have to get used to this idea, and function on this... masquerade.

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Ollie didn't care what happened. He was apparently going to die from a ship that sunk way too long ago. Of course, he would at least try and live. He needed to know if he would have been strong enough to survive shit like this. It'd be an interesting experience. "Oh, dear brother, how could I ever live without you?" Isaac said as he turned to Ollie.

"Do it anyways." Ollie said back before thinking.
"Maybe we could have Isaac cross dress. He could pass for a girl with the right adjustments." He teased. They could try it at least. Then they'd only have one man left. Granted it'd be him, but still. He could never pass for a girl and everyone knew it. "It would be a lot easier getting one man on a life boat than two."

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"Maybe we could have Isaac cross dress. He could pass for a girl with the right adjustments."

Isaac stared at him, jaw slightly parted in wonder. "I'm hurt," he whispered, "that you would suggest such a sensible thing. Honestly. It pains me." He thought for a moment, about whether he wanted to go run back and fetch his harp, but passed over it.

"As much as I'm against the idea, I'd prefer to live. For one, where can we find this... dress, and suitable adjustments... for... myself?" The words were quiet, he was not very sure of what he was doing. "And, and my hair... It's not very long, what can we do about that?"

Maybe it's best that Jolie doesn't wander the deck, he thought to himself, and looked around sheepishly. I never thought I'd do something like this in my life.

"Make it a nice dress," he added. "Something that doesn't look like a rag. And the first person to suggest pink will be slapped, if it isn't the last option there is."

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Jeremiah slowly drifted into that dazed state of mind between wakefulness and sleep, imagining walking through his hometown. He felt something nudge him and mumbled something incoherent before resuming his imaginary walk. A few minutes later, he heard a loud noise in his ear and his eyes opened quickly. He looked around without moving his head, confused as to where he was.

He had been in the house he was sharing with the five other people in college. Yet, he was outdoors, not inside in a living room chair. In fact, he was on a hard bench. Beneath him it felt as though the floor was moving. Where was he?

Jeremiah promptly rose and observed what was around him. People in what looked to be early 1900s style clothing were milling about. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of hearing English, he heard what sounded like French. What had happened to him?

A woman knocked into him and scolded him for not watching where he was going. Jeremiah walked to the edge of wherever he was, looking over the railing. Below him waves crashed against the hull of a ship. He turned to look at the ship itself. It looked remarkably like the Titanic. He chuckled nervously, knowing what the fate of this unsinkable ship was. He knee he needed to find a way off of the ship, and quickly. He wouldn't be able to ask anyone because he was now speaking in French. It made him anxious, as he hadn't met any of the housemates and seen only one. Perhaps he could listen for their voices?

Jeremiah hurried off, wondering where the others could be on this large ship. He ran through crowds of people, ignoring the angry shouts of the well dressed first class passengers. He needed to find the girl who had been standing at the window and the three other voices he'd heard.

Rushing about, Jeremiah thought he heard familiar voices. He came upon a group, two girls and two guys, discussing how to leave the ship. He quickly ran over to them and tapped Carrie on the shoulder, as she was the only one who he knew had seen him. He waved to the others. "Bonjour."

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Although inside Carrie was panicked, outside she laughed. "I'm amused at the though of Isaac dressed as a girl," she giggled, trying her hardest for Isaac's sake to hold in her hysteria, because the situation was serious. However her underlying panic and the thought of her masculine cousin in a dress was too much for her and she laughed harder, her cheeks blushing as she put a hand over her mouth. She finally stopped, but every few second erupted in a fit of quiet laughter. She wiped her sweating hands on her dress and tried to contain herself. You're a first class woman, you're going to be fine. She thought to herself. We're all going to be fine. She then felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see the boy she had seen through her window. "Bonjour." he said to her. "Oh thank God, we've found another person. I was beginning to think only four of us would make it out of here." She told Jeremiah. "I don't think we've been introduced either. I'm Carrie." She held out her hand for him to shake.

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Isaac about growled at Carrie when she started laughing, but held his peace and looked around himself. "You know, this whole dress thing, I'm changing my mind about it..." He started, but then he heard a whisper from behind himself. "Bonjour."

"Ah, un person qui pouvez parler francais, n'est pas?" he asked, grinning. Of course it was a person who could speak french. It was a stupid question, but he felt the need to ask it none the less.

It had been a while since he had spoken french himself. He would have to dig up what little knowledge he had, and pretend to see if he could form an adequate sentence in time for the boat not to sink.

Isaac's mind drifted to the dress again, and he sighed. He really did not want to go through with that idea, but what choice did he actually have?

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Jeremiah was at a loss of what to do. Two of his companions actually thought he knew French. He knew a bit, but not enough to successfully tell them that he had no idea what even he was saying. Perhaps he should have listened to his parents and taken French instead of Spanish, but it was all the same to him as he never thought he'd need it. He nodded to Carrie, to show that he had acknowledged her introduction.

He then turned to the others, looking like a deer in the headlights. He pointed to his mouth and shook his head before shrugging, trying to convey the idea that he couldn't speak French. He'd been the lucky foreigner on amongst the group, stuck speaking in a language he did not know and on a sinking ship. Well, it wasn't sinking yet which was a good sign. (Jeremiah had heard the dress bit of the conversation and was unaware of exactly what time or day it was.) But it was bound to sink- they couldn't just change one of the major events of the 20th century.

He sighed inwardly, wishing he was in another world where he could fly high above everyone else. Of course there were more pressing matters, but Jeremiah was somewhat content to picture the modern day he was accustomed to from a bird's eye view. If only they could fly- fly right off the doomed boat in the night and return to the safety of the house.

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"Alright." Ollie thought for a bit, "Cassandra, go get him the frilliest pink dress you can find. Don't give me that look Isakiel. We'll need to hide the fact that you're a man."

He looked and observed the new guy as well. "He'll be a bit easier to dress up since he has a more girly face. So any dress would be good for him." He looked over at the two girls. "Cassandra, can you find him a dress as well? And you," He pointed at Carrie, "Could you get the two makeup?"

He pulled a knife out of his back pocket. It used to be a pocket watch, but now it was more like a barber shop knife. "Isakiel, come here. We need to get rid of the facial hair."

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"Cas, you're not really going to, are you?" He said, sneering. "You have much better tastes than that."

Isaac shook his head. Now, it's simply a matter of whether I'm leaving this house or not when we get back. Well... Let's say if I get back. He looked over to his violin, and half grabbed it in a need for comfort.

He was never an adventurous kid. Sure, he would ride Bhronstein now and then, over the hills until the draft knocked him off in a quick buck and left him walking home for a few days... But he had always had someone else with him. Someone he truly trusted and understood. Not some random people that he did not even know, until they were forced into a sinking boat with the vain attempt to try and get off.

"Somewhere, across the sea..." He cut himself off rudely, blinking, and looking around himself.

Oliver was coming at him with a knife.

He backed up rudely, not hearing what he had said just a few moments ago. "And where do you think that thing's going?!" he hissed, pulling his arms up against his chest.

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Ollie rolled his eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, woman do not have facial hair. Unless you belong in a circus. Now, the quicker we do this, the quicker we no longer have to be too close to one another." He was twirling the knife in annoyance.
You would think that one would do anything to get safe. But apparently Isaac missed the memo on "How to survive".

"No come here. Or I can tell you where you're going. And that is in freezing cold water when this ship sinks with you on it." Ollie said, placing a hand on his hip.

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Carrie nodded at Oliver's request and then turned toward the direction of her room, figuring she'd have some high-quality first-class makeup somewhere in there. She turned back around when she heard Isaac and Oliver talking and saw that Oliver was about to give Isaac a quick shave and she giggled. Carrie also saw Jeremiah standing there looking sort of lost. She tapped his shoulder gently. "Do you want to come with me? You could help me look for the makeup, and then once I've found it, I could do yours first, while Isaac is getting shaved." She gave him a friendly smile, to hopefully make him feel a little better, as she knew that they were all a little panicked being stuck on a doomed boat with no real explanation as to why they were there.