[@Plank Sinatra][@Write][@Silvan Haven][@HereComesTheSnow]
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If she were to describe the cruise with a single word, "excess" was the one that first came to mind. Everything about the ship was geared towards promoting frivolous spending to a fucking ridiculous extent. From the gaudy decorations that sought to create an atmosphere of luxury to the 'fresh', expensive ingredients pointlessly used in the food, there were extravagant displays of wealth as far the eye could see. Maybe it was a satisfactory state of affairs for those spineless leeches who had paid their way onto the vessel in a pathetic attempt to seem like they mattered, as if the sheer amount of [i]money[/i] oozing from the atmosphere could fix their dogshittery, but to Gratia Mindaro, it was appallingly disgusting. The entire thing reeked of waste. So much cash squandered for the pettiest of reasons.

At least the stench of the impotence kept the Grimm away from the ship as well. The brainless, unwashed hordes of fools playing at being something [i]special[/i] were too far gone in their dull little puddles to generate any form of negative thought that could possibly attract the dark creatures.

Gratia turned a corner, stepping into the hallway where the group's rooms were. It was beginning to get late, thus it would be for the best if she were to retire (to room 1002) for the evening. She couldn't [i]possibly[/i] enjoy the gaudy consumerist atmosphere tomorrow if she were too tired, after all. It "definitely" wouldn't do to have a shitty time on the cruise. The Mistralese teenager composed herself, shutting down the scowl that had been emerging onto her face. The lollipop would have fallen out otherwise.

As she neared her door, she paused, onyx eyes glancing towards the room opposite to hers. 1001. Bianca's dwelling for the duration of the cruise.

The other girl was likely already in bed. She could hear the goat-fucker making an 'early bird' joke already.

Gratia looked back to her own door, before turning towards 1001 again. She wasn't particularly tired, and there was something important she needed to do. It was necessary that she was to talk to her compatriot, and she wouldn't let anything get in her fucking way.

She tapped on the door to 1001.

"[color=66cd00]Nuit, are you awake?[/color]"