It's strange, seeing the ocean from this perspective — from something sitting on it, through windows that look brand new. Everything gleams and shines. She's been on a boat this size only once before, a freighter, and for nothing as pleasant as what these people seem to be experiencing. Before the War there had been pleasure cruises, but only a few. Passengers preferred airships, trading speed for a little less safety.
Fortescue avoids the crew and passengers where she can, the late dinner crowd, as she's not really dressed for the occasion in her usual garb. Though most of the fashions here still exist in her world, none of the other women are wearing pants. It throws her for a loop, but then, so does what she finds as she makes her way out onto the deck. Printed on a life ring, of course, is RMS TITANIC. She stops to stare.
"Huh."
Jazz sniffs the air nearby, short fur not doing much to protect his feet from the cold deck. He pads a short distance nearby until he catches a familiar scent, and mewls loudly in its direction.
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Fortescue avoids the crew and passengers where she can, the late dinner crowd, as she's not really dressed for the occasion in her usual garb. Though most of the fashions here still exist in her world, none of the other women are wearing pants. It throws her for a loop, but then, so does what she finds as she makes her way out onto the deck. Printed on a life ring, of course, is RMS TITANIC. She stops to stare.
"Huh."
Jazz sniffs the air nearby, short fur not doing much to protect his feet from the cold deck. He pads a short distance nearby until he catches a familiar scent, and mewls loudly in its direction.