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"It settles then!" the quartermaster announced, probably the first jovial things he had said since this voyage began. Quickly he handed the key to Sonia, then left without looking back. "Enjoy your stay, ladies!"

"So what will it be...oh how rude of me, I didnt even get your name. I am Viviana, and you are?" A hint of blush graced her cheeks as she reached her complete hand for a hand shake.

Sonia instinctively welcomed her handshake. "Sonia Al-Hathya, a traveler, and a venerer by trade. Oh, you are really a live saver! Thank you!" she smiled, her hellish red irises looking back at Viviana's viridescent eyes, mentally measuring each other. The girl's grasp had a lack of confidence in it, and she could help but to notice a slight lisp in her voice. Being this close, their height difference was very apparent indeed.

"Looks like we will be in each other's care then," said Sonia, masking her retreat by picking up her backpack. "After you, miss Vivian."

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"What is the problem here? Something to do with sleeping arrangements?"

Sonia felt even more uncomfortable than before. She shifted aside in no time, clearing the elf's passage. The last thing she wanted was to be a nuisance to others, and for her personal matters to be open for everyone to hear. However, the elf's question was directed with a curious undertone, and she seemed to observe her... deeper than any stranger ever had. A scholar apparently, judging from general attire, and she seemed to have formal airs and graces about her.

Well, since it was her who asked;

"I am really sorry for disturbing you, miss. Not a bit of intention to create a scene," Sonia replied, almost like wanted to bow. "And yes, it seems there was a misunderstanding about my accommodation. I assure you it will be resolved quickly."

"This lady has a first-class ticket." the quartermaster intervened, not even sugarcoating anything, excellent customer service be damned. "But she was late, all rooms have been occupied. I told her she can have one of the cabins in the lower deck and she then acted all entitled!"

Sonia felt a sudden urgency to bash the quartermaster with the stock of her crossbow. However, the man still had more to say, and bashing people mid-sentence is impolite.

"Say, since you are here, why don't you two share the room?" he eyed the elf and checked her ledger real quick. "Yes, that will do. Since I can't just give this lady the space without your permission-"

"But you did give me the key then asked me to return it." Sonia groaned, to the quartermaster's dismay.

"It was a mistake. And really, lassie? I'm trying to solve this for everyone's benefit." then he turned again to the elf, lowering his gaze and voice, half pleading. "Look, you will be doing me and this lady here a favor, I know I said it's a private room, but she has a first-class ticket, and if she doesn't have any, I will be in trouble, with the captain and the company. I am not forcing you to share your room with a stranger, but I would be immensely grateful if you do. Remember, this is a voluntary request. I don't want two complaints on me."

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From the distance, she saw the crew returning with the quartermaster. In his hand was a large ledger, and strapped on his belt were an assortment of keys. He was leading the way like a furious bull, and as soon as he reached the acceptable proximity to Sonia, he spared no intermission.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"I am deeply sorry for taking your time, sir, but I think there is a mistake with my cabin arrangement. I believe the crew has given you the details, has he not?"

There was a brief pause. "Really?" He blurted and shot a look at the crew as if ready to chew him whole. Then he returned, not to Sonia but to his ledger. "Tsk tsk. We are really sorry, I will first ask you to return the key so we can sort this out quickly."

"Certainly, here you go."

He double-checked the key, rewrote the manifest in his ledger, then gave Sonia another key.

"Your cabin will be downstairs. Oi, you! Take this lady to that room in the lower deck."

"Wait a second! Lower deck?" she hesitated, gripping her ticket tightly. "But it's not what I... my ticket is for the first class."

"First class?" The quartermaster mentally rolled his eyes and grumbled. "Ma'am- no, lassie, look again at your ticket, no such thing as first class. It's a Luxury Class and we regret to inform you that the rooms on the upper deck are all full. You are late, and other passengers have already claimed every room, the fault is not at our side."

Sonia was almost at loss for words.

"Good sir, I simply insist that I should be getting the cabin worth the ticket I possess. And there is no way it will be in the lower deck."

The quartermaster sighed, yet somehow enjoying his cornering. "You are a smart girl, aren't you? We advertised it to be having two beds; your room will include two beds, full privacy;your room will be yours for the rest of the journey, and as for the deluxe accommodation," he paused for a smug exchange with the crew. "Ask our staff, your room is a way more deluxe compared to bunks they use to sleep in. So what would it be? It's either that room or the hammocks!"

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"Look, papa! That lady has buggy's antlers!"

"Ssh! It's rude to point at people."

Sonia glanced at the little human girl who enthusiastically walked down the aisle with her father in tow. As they passed, she lets out a friendly smile and waved at the little girl while her father looked the other way and urged them to pick up the pace.

Apparently content to radiate her liveliness to everyone including the lone demon. The little girl turned back at Sonia despite her father's haste. "We are going to the fo-kas-le! Right papa?!" she announced, moving her hand up and down, mimicking the dolphin jumping in the waves.

And look! Sonia couldn't help but to answer the little girl's sheer happiness with a hearty chuckle. "Have a good day!"

"There'll be killer whales too! Wooooo!"

That was... refreshing. She had been traveling for years, and while frontal racism was quite rare, she knew very well people didn't put much stock in trusting a freak like her. It was always tough whenever she arrived at a new place; people talked behind her, suspected her to be a witch, or outright turned her away from their villages.

However, things were also would turn for the better the longer she settled down. More people and parties were starting to require her expertise, and she made quite a lot of acquaintances along the way. She believed if you help people they will help you too, maybe not directly, maybe not the same person at the same time. That was why she always kept that optimistic attitude in mind; no matter how bleak the situation may appear, things would get better eventually.

She touched her horn. Sharp as ever. On a few occasions, she had considered breaking, chipping, cutting, and grinding them down. For a shallow intent to not be alone, to be more like humans and less like her kind... honestly, what kind of creature she was anyway? She had no clue, not even people who feared her in their ignorance knew the answer. For too long she had suppressed the desire to look the answer for that question, so she just embraced it, her unknown ancestry, her identity, everything; she was what she was, the Sarkaz huntress, Sonia Al Hathya, and with her fractured memory she pushed on and said hello to the world.

But there was always a duality in one's heart, the pendulum would swing and she would eventually grow weary of it. She touched her horn again, this time the other one. The last few weeks had been the zenith of her unrelenting desire to know the answer, the truth... oh so intoxicating and maybe very bitter, but she marched on, almost at a frantic pace. She felt The Time wouldn't be so lenient with her anymore.

*cough* *cough*

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Sonia grabbed her backpack and thanked the captain. The journey to the cabin was uneventful, but somehow Sonia felt she just missed one. There were cracks, and the hardwood floor was crumpled unnaturally in some corners, they looked new and she was actually concerned if the damage could jeopardize the integrity of the vessel. Still, seeing everyone including the crews was not paying them any immediate attention, she decided to do the same and mind her own business.

The key to her cabin had been provided by the quartermaster, who, after a few inquires about the details of the accommodation included in her ticket, seemed agitated and was ready to nail a plaque that reads; "I really wish I weren't here right now!". So Sonia just gave up and decided to find her room by herself.

The door opened, and she immediately noticed the room had been aromatized. There were books and other personal belongings already placed near the second bed. Feeling that any further inspection of the stranger's stuff would be very rude, she stepped back.

Smelled like sweetened talc and flowery fragrance of the old perfume. It was faint initially but felt very lingering the more she remained there. This... this was no ordinary scent, and now there was a funny sensation in her throat. Sonia hurried for the door, gasping for some 'neutral' air before addressing the matter to the nearby crew.

"Excuse me," Despite being polite, there was a hint of frustration in her voice. It should be natural for Sonia to get angry, nothing had gone well so far, her ticket was printed with the wrong schedule, she had to climb to just be aboard, and now she was on the brink of constant sneezing after entering the wrong cabin. She wanted to complain about their terrible service as a paying customer should, but suddenly she remembered home, this day, her journey. Let's not do that.

"Would you mind helping me *sniff* find my cabin?"

She showed the ticket, and no matter how polite she worded her request, the crew looked at her with an equally troubled look. However, he complied, and he ushered her... to the same room she had previously entered.

"I believe there is a mistake. The room has already been occupied." Sonia gestured the crew to see it for himself and after checking, sighing, and rechecking the ticket, he seemed to agree, albeit reluctantly.

"Yes, it seems to be the case. Please stay here, ma'am, I will ask the quartermaster about your room. He will be here shortly!"

Then he dashed to the other side of the aisle.

Feeling tired, Sonia rested on the nearby bench. Looking at the vessel from the inside suddenly made it clear that she might not be getting the room as they advertised; Luxury suite ticket, including two beds, deluxe accommodations, and full privacy.

Yeah, especially the privacy part, not that she minded a company though, however, everything needed to be cleared out first. What she would be getting for what she had paid and how the arrangement would be. Everyone must follow the rules, right?

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Sonia had always imagined her embarkment to be a graceful ascend on a stairway instead of clambering up a rope ladder like a scallywag. She turned to the first mate and wanted to ask if there were a better alternative, but seeing how her luggage was carelessly hooked, hoisted, and bumping the shiphull along the way, a ladder of the same kind seemed to be much more humane.

"A luxurious trip and a rare chance to experience a deckhand's work all in one package! Drink up me hearties, yo ho!" she hummed and trying not to look down as her body dangled left and right. Falling into the ocean wouldn't be pretty, and she had to be mindful of the horn, they were quite sharp, you know, and that wasn't intentional, they had always been grown that way.

"Additional passenger, eh? Well that's one way to board the ship! Welcome aboard!" the captain greeted the woman with a cheery smile and a tip of his tricorne as he took a puff of his cigar. "Cap'n Owyn, pleasure to be acquainted!"

Just hauled herself up from that rope ladder, Sonia, between her ragged breathing managed to gesture a quick wave at the captain. "Thanks for having me, I will be in your care from now on."

Despite everything, she smiled and it was genuine, sometimes It was the Process that Matters, Not the Prize, well, whatever that meant with her current situation, she wasn't so sure. Anyway, boarded the ship, mission accomplished!

"I would like to see my cabin as soon as possible if you don't mind."

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@Grade Much obliged!

And also

none of them concluded LMAO

Your faith for him, sir, is certainly laudable.

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I clicked the link and it seems I entered the wrong server. It prompted me to something called monthly-nazrin channel and that's all.

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@Pakde

About the OOC interval, most of us here use Discord. Half of the players are in this one server that Frank owns, including me.

About the IC interval... honestly, blame spiral origin. People have to wait days to get an IC response from him. I'd know, I've since played like three text-based games with him including this one.

@Grade

Sweet! Where I can get my invitation?

The other three must be very good if you still stick around. How many of them have been concluded?

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@Pakde

It is currently an "American Holiday", and I work healthcare. I am derailing the game with my absence from it. I am just being swamped by having to cover multiple other people who took the next few days off. It is not intentional; just the result of healthcare being 90+% female, and "BUT MY KIDS!!!!!!" being the #1, guaranteed-to-be-mentioned, "I GOTTA HAVE THE HOLIDAY OFF, OR THE WORLD WILL END!!!!" nonsense maker.

Happens on second thursday of November, and on Dec 25 as well, EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR.

(Heaven FORBID that maybe, just maybe, they should have the conversation about not getting what you want with their kids, and that it should be professional and mature. No no. Those brats' expectations HAVE. TO. BE. MET.)

It has gotten to the point that I have started getting really salty about it, asking sharply when it is that I ever get to visit my own family for a holiday. Being the asex man with no kids gets really old some times.

Anyhow-- I did not intend to rant. Just mentioning why I am slow to respond. Having to do the work of 3 people for a week tends to do that.

@wierdw

Calm down buddy, I didn't mean to push anybody.

The interval between posts in both threads is still quite worrying though.

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I don't see much activity both in game and OCC thread. Doesn't seem like a good sign.