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It's raining. 

Rain was an interesting thing. 

They liked rain very much. They liked the sound it made plinking off a tin roof. Like a lullaby. But rain was also frightening. Rain made the roads jet black and slick. 

But in a way...it's the same rain. 

There was something else in the rain...a voice? Broken up and faded. 

"...way to...Buffett...you ...forced to... Drinks.”

Finley opens their eyes, slowly. Blinking to adjust to the bright light overhead. They were in...a bathroom? There was a loud clicking noise, causing Finley to wince and flinch, the sound of someone hanging up a receiver of a loudspeaker. Their eyes slowly traced up the walls, and sure enough there was a small speaker box. 

Huh...most bathrooms don't have those. 

The rest of the room looked like a standard, if not simple, bathroom. There is toilet pressed up against the corner of the room, art of a sandy beach with some sort of inspirational quote hanging over it. The tiles on the floor were bright white and clean, with little bits of glitter in them. A large, wooden, door dominated the eastern wall, and on the wall adjacent to the door was a small window. 

They sat up slowly, now aware of the dull pain in their lower back from sitting on the cold tile, only to bonk their head on something hard. Recoiling in pain Finley looks up. Oh. A sink. They were sitting tucked under a sink. Listening a moment Finley could hear a steady dripping of water. That explained the rain. They were sitting under a sink with a leaky tap. 

As they stood the panic of this strange situation began to sink in...no pun intended. 

There was no way they were still in the trailer, this bathroom was nearly half the size of it. So where were they? And where was Trent? Hopefully somewhere safe. Taking a glance out the window did little to ease Finley's anxieties. It was just...ocean. Were they on a boat? How did they get there? 

Before they could continue to worry, there was a high pitched squeak over the intercom, prompting Finley to cover their ears. Eventually a voice came through. 

[quote=Penny][color=goldenrod]“Thiiiiis is your captain speaking. Double time it to the bridge. We’re gearing up to go.”[/color][/quote]

That confirmed several things. They we on a boat and they weren't alone on the boat. Well...at least the vessel had a captain. 

They turned towards the door. Time to get moving. 

Finley pushed the wooden door open, swinging into a hallway that seemed to sprawl on forever to the left and right. Now...Finley didn't know much about boat terminology or boat layouts. But the bridge...that had to be like...the top of the boat right? Or was that the deck? Finley frowned. Well...someplace open felt like a good bet...somewhere they might be able to spot a member of the ships crew. 

Eventually, and after quite a bit of wandering, Finley found themself on a deck of the ship. The cold wind greeted them, causing Finley to wince and wrap their arms around themself as they closed the door. This...wasn't the bridge... but someone had to be working up here, a janitor, anyone. 

Finley looked around the deck, squinting against the wind and darkness. 

It didn't take long for Finley to spot movement, over at the edge of the ship, a tall figure and a far shorter one. They seemed to be milling about near the lifeboats. Finley felt a momentary sense of relief as they approached, but still kept a cautionary distance. They spoke up, teeth chattering slightly. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]"Ex...excuse me? Do you two w-work here?"[/color]