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who: Helena Adams and open!
what: November catch all log. Prompts in comments below.
when: 11/2022
where: Across the ship.
notes: Will match format.

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[decrypter]

It's odd, to smell that here - for a moment, she could swear something smelled of the garden back at home. Her real home, not the place before, where the sun was warm and she was very, very far from the sea. Strange, but not unwelcome in the slightest.

"Just water will be fine, Mr. Wuthridge." She has no real urge to disregard the kindly meant advice from Miss Demi, regarding any brews - when you're older, Helena - since it's not really a night to experiment with flouting that. "And nothing about that seemed sloppy at all."

Walking closer now towards his voice and the piano, he can see that she's smiling, clearly not tired yet. "I'm Helena Adams - it's very nice to meet you."

[ossie_oswald]

"I simply must insist you call me Ossie," he offers with a grin as he stalks behind the bar, "still or sparkling water? Ice?"

"You're very kind, Helena, but I fear we are often our own harshest critics when it comes to artist endeavours. Charmed to meet you, of course- have you been aboard long?"

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"It hasn't yet been two weeks," she confesses, tapping her way to the bar. She'll take still water, but with ice - the best thing for thirst, in her opinion. "I'm still getting acquainted with all the places onboard this ship and the people within it. In fact, this is the first time I've stepped foot in this one."

There's not much call to visit a bar when you don't patronize, after all.

[ossie_oswald]

"Ah, does that mean you were fortunate enough to avoid the Halloween nastiness?" He asks while getting her the water. Whiskey for himself, but he stays perched behind the bar as he drinks, just for a bit of comfortable distance.

"This is John's- the only place I've found thus far with a piano. It's sort of... Well, one expects they're going for a New York piano lounge sort of feel, but if I may be so bold to say, they miss the mark."

Because of course, the cane is hard not to notice.

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"I'll have to take your world for it, Mr. Ossie - I've never been to New York, though I've heard and read tales of it." A grand, glittering place full of life and noise and so much new going on. Fast paced, and full of as much grime as glamor. But people said they'd never want anything else, just as surely as some disdained anything from any kind of city.

"And yes...I showed up the very day after. Everyone was healing, and still is, by all I can tell. I'm grateful they've been so welcoming regardless. It wouldn't have been amiss if everyone was cautious to a pain."

[ossie_oswald]

"It's somewhat like everywhere; in that it's a city much like others, while also possessing some quirks and charms all of its own. Beautiful place, however, I used to have some friends who worked in the theatres of Broadway, so I visited a number of times. Writers, mostly, and a lady friend who was a chorus girl."

In Zeigfeld follies, but he's sure she doesn't need to hear about that.

"The people here are warm and lovely, are they not? It's admirable how we all seem to band together in the face of hardship, as opposed to turning on each other."

[decrypter]

"Most seem to be. I won't cast too many assumptions on those I haven't met, but I do hope we can all get along enough. If they're still cautious and wary after all I've heard occurred, I wouldn't blame them in the slightest."

One tends to get a little cautious when it comes to being in the middle of a bloodbath, after all.