Malecai's Bunk

I walk in to the cabin and see a girl on one of the bunks. She's sleeping so I quietly tip-toe around her bunk and reach mine. I lay down and focus on my breathing. I soon fall asleep

Ooc: He's a dude
Bic: I snore and roll over. That simple movement makes me scream and jump to my feet. Ugh, I hate burns. I walk over to Trevor's bunk and steal some ambrosia. I pour some nectar on my wounds, biting back the tears of pain.

I wake up from my bunk and leave

I looked back at Aaliyah and smiled, then smacked Malec across the face. "Hey."
I jolted up, tripping over everything. "What?! What is it?! Is Amber okay?!"
I rolled my eyes. "Let it go, bro. She's not into you. Might as well start now as a bitter cat guy." I held the kitten out to him.
"How's it going?" The kitten asked, talking wierd.
I yelped and backed away, but eventually calmed down. "Uh.... G-g-good?"
"See?" I pointed out. "Bond. You two chat amongst yourselves."
"Do you like chess?" The kitten asked.
I nodded slowly.
"Let's play a round."
I smirked and walked back to my bunk.

I smiled at the cat after we finished the game. "You're kinda cool. Mind if I name you Gidget?"
"Nah, it's cool." Gidget said.
I picked him up and carried him out.

Malecai walked into his cabin and over to his bunk. "Okay, so you said world history?" He asked Marina.

Marina quickly followed in, "Sadly."

"Brilliant." Malecai glided over to his bookshelf and took a quick look over. "Ah, here we are." He said, retrieving a book on world history that could have been a gazillion years old.

Marina smiled, "So the test was on the French Revolution."

"Alright." Malecai turned to the chapter in his handwritten textbook. "Which section? Or is it all one?"

"All." She sighed. She burried her face in her hands, "I'm going to fail."

Malecai patted her shoulder gently. "Do not worry. No one has failed when left in my hands." He smiled helpfully and looked back at the book. "Now, do you know when the Revolution began?"

"19th century." Marina said, "1792 or 1793 I can't remeber."

"You know what?" Malecai asked, slamming the book closed. "Screw this. We are going on a trip around the world." Malec placed the book on the book shelf and pulled out a suitcase from under his bunk. He began packing the things he thought that he would need: clothes, lab equipment, all that cool junk. He then slipped on a shirt, a pair of jeans and his aviator jacket. "Grab a coat." He said to Marina.

"W-Wait, what?" Marina asked. She stood up, "Where are we going?"

"I told you. Around the world. We will stop in France, of course, but you will never be able to pass unless you have a full view of Earth. Come on." He explained in a rush, zipping up his suitcase with finality.

"I don't anything with me." Marina explained. "Just a gift but thats it." She said holding up the Voss.

"Okay, well here." Malecai threw her one of his suit jackets. That's all he had, really. A bunch of random tuxedos. "Let's get out of here."

Marina caught it and laughed, "Fancy." She put it on and smiled.

"Watch the cuff links. They are my grandfather's." Malecai grumbled, dragging his suitcase towards the door.

"Yes sir." Marina said/

Malec smirked. "Alright. First stop, mess hall. I am hungry."