[117th Flight]

[caged_song]

H-Heine...? Bishop? ...Miss Naoto?

...Lost. T-there's lots of...strangers...

[ooc; Nill just woke up...she's been sleeping more lately...so ahah, she's kind of frightened. Lost on the upper deck somewhere among the crowds. She's still got her wings so...just a little bit of trouble.]

Comments

[ishiah]

[And that's going to catch his attention.]

Though it seems a shame to cover up such a decorative dress, the night is cold. Wouldn't you be better with a cloak, miss?

[ishiah]

Others? [A crease deepens at his brow] I think the Captain may have noticed, had he welcomed on board a glut of somnambulists.

We are bound for New York, you must have business there?

[caged_song]

[She tilts her head. Not registering the place. unfamiliar]

...?

[ishiah]

[And there it is, the beginning of a headache]

Nill, do you know what ship you are on? This is the Titanic, for New York. You must have a ticket, a room here.

[caged_song]

...

[The Titanic? The name rang a bell. It was a familiar name. There had been something about it...it was famous. Yes, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. There had been a movie? She had never watched it though...Ah-- she was getting off track. A ticket?]

...?

[Nill checked her pockets...and sure enough, she pulled out a ticket.]

[ishiah]

[Ishiah examined the paper impassively, reaching to pull something from his breast pocket before handing it back.]

[A key.]

Well. Now you have a first class cabin.

[caged_song]

[she blinks, unsure how to take it and if just a thank you would suffice]