[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/70JeU23.png[/img][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MmxOjTL.png[/img] [b]πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™°πšœπšœπšžπš›πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ π™ΏπšŠπš•πš–πš’πš›πšŠ π™±πšŠπš’ π™Ήπšžπš•πš’ 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟷𝟷𝟽 π™°πš… 𝟸:𝟢𝟢 𝙿𝙼[/b] [i]Dana Noel, Penny Grenoble, Nicole Cognoscenti[/i] [hr] [/center] [center][color=ed1c24]|[/color] Music: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZ2bdhfXNJs] Sunday[/url] [color=ed1c24]|[/color][/center] Palmyra’s bay is a crescent-shaped swath of shimmering blue water, a small zone at the edge of the city reserved for naval affairs. It is, in many ways, a relic of the past. No ships sail the great oceans these days, no frigates ply through the Earth’s polluted waterways to ferry goods back and forth between ruined cities. Watercraft are more symbols than anything; ceremonial and nostalgic vessels that belong to a bygone age. They are still a great place for a party. This particular vessel is a sleek motor yacht, a gleaming silver vehicle large enough to hold around twenty passengers. A central cabin holds the helm and a small lounge with couches, chairs, and table, plus small stairways that leads to miniature bathrooms and sleeping quarters. The deck outside is made of polished wood, the rear of the watercraft hosting another seating area. The deck folds outward, providing ample space for its passengers. Said passengers come in two types: The first are the cadets from the Officers Academy, exemplified by one Aiya de Mars. They are made up of both men and women, but almost all of them have one thing in common: status. Nearly every one of them can claim some connection to the Duodecim families, and most bear the name of one of those twelve clans. The second type of passenger are, of course, the Ars Magi. The future saviors of humanity, the Duodecim’s sword and shield. There are several familiar faces amongst them; Cara and Priya, a few others commonly spotted among the common room, and the members of team Radiant Storm themselves. It’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that the future of humanity is contained within this single vessel. Yet here, drifting on the glittering water, there is a mutual and unspoken agreement to cast off the burdens of both leadership and responsibility and do what the young do best: [i]party hard[/i]. And it is, so far, going well. It’s been about two hours since the vessel cast off and the festivities are in full swing. Swimsuit clad cadets dot the decks, either moving to the thrumming music pumping from the cabin’s interior or lounging amidst the furnishings. Some bob in the water at the boat’s sides, while others are engaged in increasingly raucous drinking games near at the rear of the vessel. Aiya is presiding over all of this, a consummate hostess. Dressed in a black two-piece and oversized sunglasses, Mars’ golden-skinned heir moves along the deck with a regal grace, ensuring everyone has a place and thing to do. This includes the members of Radiant Storm, whom she greeted personally upon boarding. The scene is festive, and there’s not a care in the world. It’s a beautiful Sunday.