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Bow, Late Monday Evening
Feb. 23rd, 2009 10:07 pmAfter an afternoon drinking by the pool and an evening watching a movie and doing some more drinking, Romeo tried to make his slightly addled way back to his cabin. Somehow, stumbling turned into bumbling turned into being on the bow, at the base of the mast.
Romeo looked up. And up. And then he started to climb until he was as high on the bow as he could get. The view from that vantage point was so breathtaking, there was only one thing Romeo could say:
"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"
And then there was rather a lot of hooting and whooping as the very patient cruise staff started to try to coax him down.
[OOC: People are ENABLERS. Totally open for reactions, and yes, he is a dork.]
Romeo looked up. And up. And then he started to climb until he was as high on the bow as he could get. The view from that vantage point was so breathtaking, there was only one thing Romeo could say:
"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"
And then there was rather a lot of hooting and whooping as the very patient cruise staff started to try to coax him down.
[OOC: People are ENABLERS. Totally open for reactions, and yes, he is a dork.]
