Operation: Mutant of the Seas - Log 11
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xp_logsKevin helps establish Cammie's cover as she gets on board
The sheer wealth of the ship lobby was almost enough to trip them up. Expensive wood paneling, ornate chandeliers and deep plush carpeting were a far cry from the other ship lobbies they’d passed on the way here; concrete boxes with identical cheap kiosks and long line ups. Here, the porters jumped to grab Cammie's baggage and staff pushed drinks into her hands, promising they’d be back soon to complete their check-in and wouldn’t she please enjoy a seat on the rich leather couches? The attention seemed to be part of the normal service, although more than a few people stopped to double-take at the man standing with her.
Cammie's cover was simple; the grandniece of an old celebrity, out on an expensive birthday cruise. Why Kevin had decided to take on the image of Frankie Valli was an unanswered question at this point.
Cammie stretched a bit. Getting her sea legs, as the phrase went, had been a pain in the ass but at least she hadn't horfed all over. That would have ended badly for everyone involved.
"You know, I could stand to be rich like this more often," she said with a grin, "Mission aside, I mean."
"It breeds bad habits. After a while, eating the flanks of the poor gilded with silver just isn't acceptable when gold is available." He said, waiting as the various claims were put together. He'd been mildly amused at Cammie's moment of sea sickness, considering the boat hadn't even left the dock. They were fortunate not to put her in the chase boat. "You remember the drill, right? Play it strictly tourist for now. Watch everything."
"Touristy means attack of the selfie monster," Cammie said, pulling out her phone and snapping a quick one of the two of them, or it looked like that. The photo was actually of in front of them, "Anything I miss we'll be able to get on metaphorical film. In the meantime, SELFIE!" she said, sticking out her tongue and flashing a sign at her phone.
"It is sad that nothing in the world makes me feel older than my phone." Kevin sighed, especially since Cammie was hardly the only one taking selfies. "Have you got your electronic pass hacker?"
"Eeyep," Cammie said with a grin, "You have to love how the fact that technology is everywhere these days makes carrying these things so very easy. It's like they want us to kick their ass."
"It also means it's a hell of a lot easier for them to spy on every nook and cranny of the ship, so don't get too cocky." A steward came up with an iPad and Kevin passed over Cammie's booking information. "Now Chantal, remember our agreement. No drunken fights, no drugs and no more sex tapes leaked to the internet."
"You say that like the last sex tape that happened was on purpose. I thought the camera was a toy," she said brightly, "The FUN kind of toy," she added, with a glint in her eyes as she grinned at the steward like she was daring him to say something.
The man kept his nervous smile plastered on his face, not meeting her eyes as he quickly processed her through. The staff was terrified of upsetting the rich guests. More than normal, Kevin noted.
"So stay away from toys this trip." Kevin put his hand on the top of the iPad. "You will take good care of my grandniece, won't you?"
"Only the best, sir!"
"The best care comes nakedly!" Cammie chimed happily, "Naked care. All naked, all the time," her voice had a sing song quality of it not quite matched with her eyes which were scanning around. She was decent enough at her job, after all.
"And that's exactly why you're not allowed to live in the dorm anymore." Kevin said, just as the man passed a card over to Cammie.
"This is your keycard, ma'am. It will open the suite door, access any of the ship services and you'll need it to get on and off the boat."
"It looks like this is where I leave you."
"Oh, thank you," Cammie said, taking the card and putting it to her lips, "This will be the key to wonderful things. And hopefully an open bar. There's an open bar right?"
"You have the elite drink package. Just try to wait until afternoon to get truly wasted."
"Oh, it will be the best party ever," Cammie said, "Especially the after party," she said. It could have been a reference to so many things but what she really was looking forward to was her job, though this part of it was fun too. There wasn't a lot like being paid to troll people and to get away with it.
"And I promise it won't be on film. This time."
The sheer wealth of the ship lobby was almost enough to trip them up. Expensive wood paneling, ornate chandeliers and deep plush carpeting were a far cry from the other ship lobbies they’d passed on the way here; concrete boxes with identical cheap kiosks and long line ups. Here, the porters jumped to grab Cammie's baggage and staff pushed drinks into her hands, promising they’d be back soon to complete their check-in and wouldn’t she please enjoy a seat on the rich leather couches? The attention seemed to be part of the normal service, although more than a few people stopped to double-take at the man standing with her.
Cammie's cover was simple; the grandniece of an old celebrity, out on an expensive birthday cruise. Why Kevin had decided to take on the image of Frankie Valli was an unanswered question at this point.
Cammie stretched a bit. Getting her sea legs, as the phrase went, had been a pain in the ass but at least she hadn't horfed all over. That would have ended badly for everyone involved.
"You know, I could stand to be rich like this more often," she said with a grin, "Mission aside, I mean."
"It breeds bad habits. After a while, eating the flanks of the poor gilded with silver just isn't acceptable when gold is available." He said, waiting as the various claims were put together. He'd been mildly amused at Cammie's moment of sea sickness, considering the boat hadn't even left the dock. They were fortunate not to put her in the chase boat. "You remember the drill, right? Play it strictly tourist for now. Watch everything."
"Touristy means attack of the selfie monster," Cammie said, pulling out her phone and snapping a quick one of the two of them, or it looked like that. The photo was actually of in front of them, "Anything I miss we'll be able to get on metaphorical film. In the meantime, SELFIE!" she said, sticking out her tongue and flashing a sign at her phone.
"It is sad that nothing in the world makes me feel older than my phone." Kevin sighed, especially since Cammie was hardly the only one taking selfies. "Have you got your electronic pass hacker?"
"Eeyep," Cammie said with a grin, "You have to love how the fact that technology is everywhere these days makes carrying these things so very easy. It's like they want us to kick their ass."
"It also means it's a hell of a lot easier for them to spy on every nook and cranny of the ship, so don't get too cocky." A steward came up with an iPad and Kevin passed over Cammie's booking information. "Now Chantal, remember our agreement. No drunken fights, no drugs and no more sex tapes leaked to the internet."
"You say that like the last sex tape that happened was on purpose. I thought the camera was a toy," she said brightly, "The FUN kind of toy," she added, with a glint in her eyes as she grinned at the steward like she was daring him to say something.
The man kept his nervous smile plastered on his face, not meeting her eyes as he quickly processed her through. The staff was terrified of upsetting the rich guests. More than normal, Kevin noted.
"So stay away from toys this trip." Kevin put his hand on the top of the iPad. "You will take good care of my grandniece, won't you?"
"Only the best, sir!"
"The best care comes nakedly!" Cammie chimed happily, "Naked care. All naked, all the time," her voice had a sing song quality of it not quite matched with her eyes which were scanning around. She was decent enough at her job, after all.
"And that's exactly why you're not allowed to live in the dorm anymore." Kevin said, just as the man passed a card over to Cammie.
"This is your keycard, ma'am. It will open the suite door, access any of the ship services and you'll need it to get on and off the boat."
"It looks like this is where I leave you."
"Oh, thank you," Cammie said, taking the card and putting it to her lips, "This will be the key to wonderful things. And hopefully an open bar. There's an open bar right?"
"You have the elite drink package. Just try to wait until afternoon to get truly wasted."
"Oh, it will be the best party ever," Cammie said, "Especially the after party," she said. It could have been a reference to so many things but what she really was looking forward to was her job, though this part of it was fun too. There wasn't a lot like being paid to troll people and to get away with it.
"And I promise it won't be on film. This time."
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