Being fairly new to the flying nanny business, Penny was still rather uncomfortable with the "flying" part, and so she clutched at her black umbrella's handle for dear life as the wind carried it toward the cruise ship. She had several twigs stuck in her now-messy hair, as she had become lodged in a tree for some time on the journey here.
She landed on the ground with a soft tap and flitted inside the Luff Boat, tucking her umbrella safely into her bottomless tartan handbag and rummaging around in it for her ticket as she approached the smokey butler.
"Just a second," she told him frantically, as all manner of things - a toothbrush, a pedestal fan, even what appeared to be a human skull - tumbled from her bag. Finally Penny found the golden ticket and flashed it, scooping up her other possessions.
"I'll keep my bag with me, if that's all right," she said, scurrying past to join the other passengers.
She waited for her bags to be taken when a ridiculous looking, barrel clad clown crashed into her and stood up.
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Richard Alpert, Rodeo Clown
"'Scuse me ma'am," Rodeo Richie said as he tried to get himself back up onto his feet.
She glared at him, about to lose it when her phone chirped and she grabbed it, stepping around him and checking the e-mail.
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WQPJS
"Let Winston Q.P.J. Smokerson take your bags," he cranked
"This way, please, honored guests," Winston Q.P.J. Smokerson cooed, gesturing towards the inside of the ship. "Make yourselves at home."
Ana hung back blazing out a reply to the E-mail ranting about some client that had decided to leave them and ordered her associates to fix it. She put the PDA/Phone back in her purse, and followed the crowd and WQPJS.
She heard a comotion behind her, turning to look at some cliche Pimp type come in, she began to roll her eyes but stopped. Wow ...
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Daniel "D-Day" "Pymp Daddy" Faraday, Pymp Extraordinaire
"Ladies," he greeted.
Allllllllllllright.
She stared at him a moment, deciding he was just a pimp, and not worth the fascination, besides all these other women here were a lot prettier and attainable than her. She turned and followed the smoke,
"Excuse me but could you show me to my Quarters? I'd like to freshen up before mingling." she said, pulling her glasses off and closing them in her hand.
Shannon slouched through to the departure area. Her bag had been deposited with the black smoke, so she just had her mp3 player, and a paperback book that she'd stuffed in her pocket.
She wandered around the seating area for a bit, listening to her favourite punk-rock group on her music player. She got bored of that, and went to sit down. The closest person to her was a girl who looked a bit older than her, with straggly brown hair. The other girl was wearing an old, well-worn men's jacket that was a few sizes too big for her. Otherwise all Shannon could see was the old combat trousers and trainers she was wearing. The girl had a big hockey bag pushed under her chair. She took her headphones out, and spoke to the girl.
"Hey. What's your name?"
The other girl flinched away from her.
"Kate. What'd'ya want?"
"I just wanted to say hi. You're on the cruise too, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well we're gonna be sharing a cruise ship for the next few weeks, I just wanted to introduce myself."
"Oh. 'Kay."
"I'm Shannon."
"Nice t'meet ya, Shannon."
"You too. So... what do you do?"
"Survive." She shrugged. "Don't have a job. Got a bit'o'land though, grow 'taters on it, sell them. Keep goin'. You?"
"I live with my dad and my stepmother. I'm at college, it's summer vacation now."
"Nice."
"I'm gonna get a drink, okay? Maybe I'll come back and see you later."
"'Kay."
Shannon got up, smiling at the other girl, and went to the drinks machine.
Wandering on deck with a bunny cage under one arm and his suitcase rattling along on wheels behind him, Ben turned to his monkey, Karl.
"Now Karl, you know what to do," he told the creature, a warning note in his voice. "Behave."
He showed his ticket to Winston Q. P. J. Smokerson and let go of his suitcase without a word, wandering over to where several of his fellow passengers were milling about. "Hello," he said politely. "My name is Ben. This is Karl" - he nodded to his monkey - "who has some bad habits, so you might want to occasionally stand clear of him. I've been trying to fix his behavioural problems with electroshock therapy, but it doesn't appear to be working."
He sighed and sat down on a nearby chair, taking his white rabbit TomTom out of its cage and petting it gently.
Walt Lloyd (Spoiled brat with a demon parrot named Damian who speaks only to him)
Walt arrived at the interstellar cruise ship in his chauffeur-driven limousine. He got out, and instructed the butler to bring Walt's plethora of bags to the entity that greeted him as Walt displayed the ticket.
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WQPJS
"Let Winston Q.P.J. Smokerson take your bags,"
Walt, having chosen to have his hair styled as dreadlocks, stepped on board, decked out in expensive child-size versions of designer clothes. Today he preferred a pirate motif, with long dark blue shorts, a black shirt, four gold chains around his neck, and $500 athletic shoes.
"There'd better be some fun stuff to do on this ship!"
Damian
On Walt's shoulder was his parrot Damian. Damian was an evil and jealous creature, and insisted on being the alpha animal wherever he went. Damian spoke only to Walt.
"Master, there's a chimp and bunny over there. How dare they sully us with their presence!"
Damian flew off Walt's shoulder, and dive bombed Tom Tom, broke off suddenly, and flew a circle around Karl. Squawking a loud warning, Damian settled back on Walt's shoulder.
Walt
"Hey mister, you better keep your animals away from my parrot."
He glared at the noisy bird as it returned to its master, clutching TomTom to his chest protectively. Ben hissed a quick "Behave!" to Karl before eyeing Walt with every sign of great dislike.
"Perhaps you should keep your parrot away from my animals?" he snapped irritably. When it came to his charges, he was very protective. Then Ben gave the boy what he called the Look; it was part appraisal, but mostly suspicion. He gave this look to any young man he encountered who was near his daughter's age.
"And stay away from Alex," he added, in an unnecessarily cold voice. "She's my daughter. Stay away from her."
Alex Linus, Hippie Polar Bear Manicurist
While her father was off boarding the Luff Boat, Alex had been in the bathroom at the departure lounge, doing a last-second braid-check. She'd seen a woman in there before whom she vaguely recognised as being a singer, but Alex was much more interested in music by Mama Cass and Jefferson Airplane. She didn't care much for modern stuff.
Her hair was thick and curly and liked to escape the two braids she always forced it into, but it seemed all right for now, so she retied her purple headband, picked up her rucksack and walked out, swiftly boarding the cruise ship so as not to get left behind.
It had come as rather a pleasant surprise when both Alex and her father had won Golden Tickets. She showed hers quickly to the butler now, depositing her rucksack on the polished floor before him and rushing past. She said "Hi dad" to her father, who appeared to be giving the Look to a young boy, and addressed the crowd in general.
"Hi guys, my name's Alexandra Linus, I'm a manicurist who caters specifically to polar bears, and you can call me Alex. Or whatever else you like, on account of free will and all." She gave a hearty laugh. "Anyway, we'll be on this interstellar voyage together for a while, so we might as well be friends, right?"
"Now Karl, you know what to do," he told the creature, a warning note in his voice. "Behave."
Karl sat upon his master's shoulder, staring wide wide wonder filled eyes at all the people. He conveniently ignored Ben's warning, as he scratched under his arm and picked off some sort of bug sticking it in his mouth, chewing and watching people.
Karl sat atop Ben's shoulder for awhile, looking for a suitable target, then he saw it, a boy with what looked like worms on his head and a bright colorful thing on his shoulder.
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Walt Lloyd (Spoiled brat with a demon parrot named Damian who speaks only to him)
"Hey mister, you better keep your animals away from my parrot."
For Walt, that could be considered an apology.
Karl harrumphed, completely insulted. He was no animal, he was a trained primate companion! How dare the worm headed child?
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Ben
"Perhaps you should keep your parrot away from my animals?"
"And stay away from Alex," he added, in an unnecessarily cold voice. "She's my daughter. Stay away from her."
Karl glared at the parrot as it attacked him and TomTom then returned to its perch. Discreatly reached back to his tail, and made himself a bit of ammo.... then he hurled it at the worm headed boy and the colorful bird.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeek!!" he cried as he threw it, cackling in his monkey way as it flew towards them.
Completely out of breath, his frilly, dainty maid hat very much askew, Boone rushed out of the elevator and quickly darted over to Winston Q. P. J. Smokerson, patting down his hair and glancing around.
"What did I miss?" he asked, noticing with dread that there were already several guests present - one of which appeared to be covered in some kind of faeces - and frowning slightly. "Um, okay, guys," he called to the guests, "if you could sort of not mention my lateness to anyone, that'd be a real life-saver. And I mean a literal life-saver. Thanks!"
He paused, then realised that there probably should have been more to that statement. "Oh, I'm Boone Carlyle, by the way. I'll be your...uh...maid. Hi."
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