and i will find the enemy within

[ruinously]

Who: Dean and You!
What: All of the above
When: late march, early april.
Where: all over.
Warnings: will be noted in the warnings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



adult pool;

[ sometimes, you need to breathe. Even when the sea swells and rolls and dips underfoot as far as the eye can see, no land in sight, boat swaying under boots -- sometimes you just need to breathe.

And sometimes you need to do it with a drink in your hand and your feet propped up - that's what's Dean is doing. Being on another metal tube that may sink at any given moment has triggered anxiety he didn't even know he had, and, well - drinking is always a good excuse for therapy.

He can't find any rhyme or reason to what is happening in this place anyway, and after the his first soup drenching, he's not bothered to put on clothes he likes when heading out to partake. Instead, he's shied away from the buffet tables a little and is instead lounging by the pool in his newest (and lets be real, his new favorite) pair of boardshorts and a wide brimmed hat, eyes protected by a comically large pair of sunglasses, which is all that was available in the shop.

God, he looks like such a douchebag, he knows. He also doesn't care.

Cash him outside, bitches. ]

cabins;

[ Should you actually know what Dean's cabin is (and even if you don't, knock knock bitches), then he could be found there, maybe, provided his weirdo roommate isn't lurking around. Crowley's fine, it's fine, Dean doesn't get the vibe the guys gonna take his shit, but still. Weird.

He's only ever roomed in close proximity like this with his brother and his father, and sharing a cramped space with a stranger is weird. So if they're both avoiding each other, that's fine. It's totally fine.

Not awkward at all.

At any rate - he can easily be sought out there if you happen to notice the shifting patterns, or a note can be left. Whatever you fancy. If he knows you, there might be a note slipped under your door or a message sent via shiptalk; ]


hey. drinks?

wildcard;

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shiptalk;

[skaikru]

Yes, but

Nowhere will serve me.

CLARKE

[ruinously]

the fuck did you do?

h u s h

[skaikru]

Guess I'm underaged. Even the drink toppings ( she means the dish of olives and maraschino cherries. ) pull out of reach if I try to touch them.

[ruinously]

wtf

they actually care about that here?

[skaikru]

I guess?

I got more bullets yesterday, but can't touch the machines in the casino either.

pool

[heropose]

[By now, Natasha has managed to get a swimsuit and a cover-up from BaB as well as the straw sunhat she'd procured earlier. Not that she plans on going swimming...or sunning. But one must keep up "appearances" when trying to maintain a...probably useless cover.

Still, she pauses at the "glorious" sight he presents, tilting her head to the side.]

So which one do you like better? The dinosaurs or the tigers?

one day ill get my accounts straight

[ruinously]

[ At least someone in this joint is a fashionista. Dean is not it.

Then again, maybe he's just fucking fabulous.

He tugs his sunglasses down and flashes a little smirk. ]

Dinos, definitely. Who didn't love Jurassic Park?

rofl it's fine! i was wondering at the unfamiliar journal name tho!

[heropose]

[She wouldn't blame him, there's not a lot of good material to work with in the shops. And Friday doesn't seem to be very forthcoming with other clothes.

A little bit of an eye-roll, but it's good-natured as she sits on a lounge chair nearby. It's only polite to stay within normal talking distance after all.]

Oh, I'd say any kid under ten who went to see it in theaters. [She barely remembers the movie, to be honest, normal life was still kind of overwhelming to her at that age. She lifts her own drink in cheers and takes a sip.]

I remember the hissing one was a favorite of my sister's. [The one with the fan-neck that spat poisonous gunk.]

[ruinously]

[ She sure doesn't. He's grateful he came in with a duffle bag full of his crap, but it's not much. ]

My little brother thought it was scary, but he liked the Triceratops, I think. I personally liked the T-Rex, but that also seems kinda cliché.

Adult Pool but he's not an adult

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Peter's decided to check out the adult pool despite that he's not an adult. Most pools count kids sixteen and up as an adult and he'll be sixteen in August, it's close enough, or so he tells himself. He got himself a nice pair of swim trunks and more sugar coated caffeine that he insists is coffee. ]

[ he's mostly here because it's quiet. Or, well, quiet-ish. Nothing is really quiet when you have enhanced hearing but it's more tolerable and his senses need. a. break. They've been going off non-stop for random reasons and so far nothing has tried to kill him. Except maybe the Omelet if you want to count that and he really doesn't. ]

[ There's someone else here though and it is an adult. Okay, if anyone asks, he's sixteen. It's not like he's gonna try alcohol or anything. ]

oh.. um.. hi.

tsk tsk peter

[ruinously]

[ Yeah, Dean gets the quiet thing - he's come here mostly to bask in the sun and ignore the ocean that surrounds them. The cabins are stiflingly small, and despite his fear of being on a floating tube, he'd had to get out and get some fresh air.

And honestly, Dean's been an adult since he was ten. He's not here to judge people and look for IDs. So when someone speaks to him, he cracks an eye and peers over his sunglasses, and doesn't comment on age. ]

Yo.

he's close enough, probably.

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Part of him expected to get told off for clearly being a child but when that issue isn't addressed his shoulders sink in relief and he moves over to actually get in the pool as that is the reason he's here. ]

[ He feels just a little self-conscious as he climbs into the water. It feels much nicer and even sort of sooths the constant buzzing from his spider-sense. Maybe after a while they'll just calm down. He really hopes so because if they're never gonna let up then this is not going to be fun cruise for him at all. ]

Did you... uh... come up here because it's quiet, too?

[ He can't just ignore the man, he's pretty sure that would be rude. ]

[ruinously]

Yeah, kinda. It's pretty relaxing. And the fresh air is nice.

[ He hasn't gotten in the pool just yet, he's just enjoying sunbathing like a lizard. ]

I don't get a lot of downtime. [ Sure, he's here against his will, but he's gonna take advantage of this while he can. ]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Given the condition Castiel had been in upon his arrival he'd had to make do with clothes he'd taken without payment from the same gift shop. He'd only pilfered a shirt in his size and a pair of matching linen shorts, in the same blue as the shirt and unfortunately tailored for time on a cruise liner and not the straight-laced buttoned-up full coverage that he's used to.

He's been tired of the ambiguity since he'd woken in his cabin, and having to explain the state of dress because of time spent in purgatory had done nothing but clip an already short fuse. He'd made no effort to shave or fix his hair, and hadn't gone to the effort to secure shoes or sandals. His time spent thus far on the boat had been in pursuit of answers. Until he saw Dean's name on a stolen glimpse of a rooming chart that had promptly become illegible as soon as he'd seen it.

With no direct way of finding him, thanks to his own handiwork, he's had to continue the pursuit in between his constant search for answers. What brought him on deck was the need to feel the sun on his skin and the air around him, reality didn't feel quite right here and that sense of surreality made him glimpse back to Purgatory. His confidence was waning, and in restless desperation, he sometimes wondered if he'd made it out of there at all.

He'd called it Penance then but now he wasn't so sure. A weariness has made itself at home in his bones and so he's barely acknowledging his surroundings on his way past the pool when the familiar bronze glint of the freckles across the bridge of his nose catches his peripheral and the rest of him follows suit. He stops short, for a moment considering whether or not he'd truly gone insane. After unburdening Sam, maybe the damage he'd taken was permanent.] Dean?

[ruinously]

[ The only thing at this point that Dean is lacking is a tanning mirror, and he's thinking if he looked hard enough, he'd probably find one.

As it is, he's sprawled out on a deck chair like a Greek god bedecked in the most ridiculous cruisewear to be had, but technically - that isn't his fault. The ships store seems hell bent on humiliating the guests at all costs, but at least there was sunscreen, which he is also slathered in. He's not lucky enough to brown like a berry, but instead burns like a lobster, so he comes resplendent in board shorts and smelling like coconuts.

He's also half asleep )that's what happens when you drink too many hurricanes in the sun, Dean) when he hears his name in a very, very familiar voice. It drags him out of his half doze, senses perking up, and he blinks back to awareness and rips his ridiculous sunglasses off, eyes wide. ]

Cas?!

[ The smile that splits his features is resplendent; relief puncturing through the glee as he scrambles to his feet, hurrying over to the angel to grab him right up. Instinct drives him, he and Cas don't hug, not when he's from, but he does it anyway, because Cas is here and he's not alone on this god forsaken ship anymore. ]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[It's not what Castiel is expecting to see, and part of him feels like he should be looking away not staring hard at the landscape of Dean in front of him looking like something out of a different life, a different world. There were no excerpts in the books about Dean being an avid sunbather or enjoying the beach, and so it remains as unsettling as everything else about the boat they now lived on.

More unlikely yet is the gleeful way his name rolls off of Dean's tongue. They had gotten close in Purgatory, they had come to rely on each other in a way they hadn't yet in a place where all there was and all there could be was survival. He put himself on the backburner to keep Dean alive, given his skill set and his proximity to so many creatures that considered him prey. Even then, as nice as the embrace is Castiel falls silent because of it.

He's very real. Very ... slimy. Half-naked and now hugging him.]

You smell like a cocktail.

[ruinously]

[ He doesn't think twice about grabbing Cas up, something he probably would have thought twice about, were he in his natural environment. Being yanked out of his reality and promptly deposited into another does something to a guy, and he still hasn't determined just yet if it's good or bad.

Remains to be seen. ]

Oh--

[ He eases back, then claps Cas on the shoulder, expression shifting from excitement to sheepishness, fingers digging into his shoulder, hand not yet falling. He's solid under Dean's hand, real - tangible. There's a shift somewhere behind his ribs, something tightly wound that eases, just a fraction, like he can take a sip of air and get the tiniest bit more oxygen into his lungs, now. ]

It's the sunscreen. Nice shirt, by the way. Pick that up at the gift shop?

Pool

[chocobosnap]

[ The shop only has clothes that Prompto wouldn't be caught dead in, but he's got some swim trunks and a neon orange tank top that says 'I don't give a ship'. He's also slathered in sunscreen, he didn't do such a good job putting it on.

Of course he is, he's pale and freckled, sun isn't going to be kind to him.

He comes in and moves to select a nearby chair with a towel in hand. He paused when he saw Dean.

He seems to be wringing his hands for a moment before he approaches. ]

H-Hi. Um. Excuse me? [ He's not wearing his gloves because he's going to go in the water but he still has sets of leather bracelets on. ]

Wh-what are you drinking?

[ruinously]

[ Dean smothers a laugh at the shirt, because that's one he's gonna have to go get for himself later. ]

Uh, a margarita. Full of tequila, pretty strong.

[ Dean squints at him, and pulls his shades down a smidge. ]

You okay, kid?

[chocobosnap]

Oh y-yeah?

[ Prompto grins, up closer he's kind of banged up on his arms like he's been in a fight recently, because he has, although he's managed to find some makeup in the sundries and he's able to hide the bruising on his face and neck.

He's kind of planning on lounging and dipping his feet anyway. ]

Uhhhh...yeah? Why?

[ He's just a very anxious person really. ]

[ruinously]

Yeah, it's delicious.

[ Dean's definitely getting the anxious vibe, it's, you know. Kinda obvious. But he seems like a nice kid, and Dean's not a dick without reason. ]

Just curious. Want a drink?

[ Maybe he needs it, alcoholic or not. ]

adult pool;

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley had been by the pool for a while, floating around on one of those unicorn loungers that are usually reserved for the younger swimmers, it's pink and rainbow color scheme seemingly at odds with the dark shirt and slithering snake covered swimming trunks he wore. The unicorn floaty wasn't even adult sized so his legs dangled in the water at the knees but it was comfortable enough.

"Nice hat."

He chuckled and raised his own glass in a toast.

"Been meaning to ask... should we establish some roommate rules? What is it they do, a tie hung on the door means don't come in, that kind of thing?"

[ruinously]

"Thanks," he says, tipping it at his roommate and flashing a goodnatured little smirk in his direction. The question makes him chuckle, and he gropes for his drink and takes a sip. Ah, the frivolity of a fancy cocktail.

"Something like that. My brother and I used to use a sock."

[serpentinthegarden]

"With the rooms being the only place where secret meetings can be held seems like a good system to work out."

He took a long sip from the cocktail.

"Sock, I'll remember that."

[ruinously]

"Have you been to many secret meetings?"

Dean's been to one, but that's it. He's been doing a little digging because it's in his nature, but there's so much shit going on it's hard to keep up with everyone.