Imoen
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OOC: Alright, yet another new thread. We’re going for a fun in the sun one. Well, sorta but not quite. It’s going to be of a ‘castaway’ genre. Two sisters, Andrea and Shannon Masters, are poor little rich girls throwing a HUGE party on their father’s yacht. Daddy just happens to be overseas on business so he’s none the wiser and the girls are free to live it up. The boat encounters a ‘perfect storm’ (hah! Couldn’t resist =) out at sea. The boat sinks, demolished, what have you. The people aboard the ship survive only to be stranded upon a lovely lil deserted island smack dab in the middle of the Caribbean. The story just traipses off from there. Basically it’s a survivor-type of r/p with the possibility of a rescue lurking in the distance.
The roles of Shannon and Andrea are taken, (Isolde and myself respectfully) but we will need volunteers to r/p their dates as well as players for the guests upon the yacht/island.
IC:
The day is glorious! Andrea smiles widely as she leans out over the rail of her father’s yacht, the Albatross. The Albatross was of moderate proportions, capable of sleeping up to eight passengers comfortably, with room for a couple more if the need arose. The Atlantic Ocean stretched on for miles in the distance, the waves gently lapping against the side of the ship. The sky was near cloudless. It looked to be a perfect day for the party the two sisters’ had spent the past couple of weeks planning. Their father was in Germany on business, and while daddy is away, the girls will play. Their parties were notoriously fun. A good time to be had by all, guaranteed.
Translucent lids slip down over clear blue eyes as she lifts her face, the warm rays of the sun beaming down upon her lightly freckled complexion. She breathes deeply, enjoying the sharp tang of the salty air. Reluctantly she steps back loosing her hold on the railing and flipping the riotous mass of fiery red curls over her shoulder. She turns, making her way down to the galley below to check on the preparations for the party.
“They should be arriving any minute.” Andrea giggles as she watches her sister, Shannon, finish mixing the pitcher of Sangria. She leans back against the counter, her hands braced on the edges. “Do you need me to help with anything?”
The roles of Shannon and Andrea are taken, (Isolde and myself respectfully) but we will need volunteers to r/p their dates as well as players for the guests upon the yacht/island.
IC:
The day is glorious! Andrea smiles widely as she leans out over the rail of her father’s yacht, the Albatross. The Albatross was of moderate proportions, capable of sleeping up to eight passengers comfortably, with room for a couple more if the need arose. The Atlantic Ocean stretched on for miles in the distance, the waves gently lapping against the side of the ship. The sky was near cloudless. It looked to be a perfect day for the party the two sisters’ had spent the past couple of weeks planning. Their father was in Germany on business, and while daddy is away, the girls will play. Their parties were notoriously fun. A good time to be had by all, guaranteed.
Translucent lids slip down over clear blue eyes as she lifts her face, the warm rays of the sun beaming down upon her lightly freckled complexion. She breathes deeply, enjoying the sharp tang of the salty air. Reluctantly she steps back loosing her hold on the railing and flipping the riotous mass of fiery red curls over her shoulder. She turns, making her way down to the galley below to check on the preparations for the party.
“They should be arriving any minute.” Andrea giggles as she watches her sister, Shannon, finish mixing the pitcher of Sangria. She leans back against the counter, her hands braced on the edges. “Do you need me to help with anything?”