Operation: Mutant of the Seas - Log 12

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Domino and Wanda come aboard as staff and smuggle in Amanda



Unlike the rich ship’s lobby the wealthy clientele were coming in, the staff entrance was more like the other ships. They were taking on their final group as well as the entertainment through a side access. Some of the employees chatted briefly, noting who had worked her before and who was new. One of the directors was moving from act to act, noting them and their equipment and instruments down. A stern faced woman was moving the rest of the staff through, breaking them up into kitchen, maintenance and servers with efficiency. As they reached the front of the line, her eyes flicked up from her iPad.

“Hire sheet. Check pass.” She said.

"Right here!" Dom chirped, producing the documents from the obnoxious knock-off Jimmy Choo slung over her shoulder. She had shunned a wig but ironed her normally tousled hair stick-straight; that plus a ton of lip liner, eye shadow and the enthusiastic smack of bubble gum cemented her persona well enough that the woman barely gave her a second look before scrutinizing her documents. They were solid, which meant that Dom's enthusiasm didn't waver as the other woman flipped through them.

"Gosh I hope they're lodged near us," she said in a loud stage whisper to Wanda then, nodding at one of the musical acts loitering up ahead. "They're cute."

Wanda giggled, even as the woman going through their paperwork gave them both a disgusted yet bored look. "I certainly hope so," she said. "It would make this much more exciting, yes?" The accent she normally had was hard to disguise and something Wanda did poorly, so she didn't even try. In fact, with just a bit more effort, she could easily thicken it. So many workers came from Europe that it would help her blend in. In fact, she'd played up everything - her hair, makeup, the whole lot.

They were handed packets of information, given strict instructions on how to find their rooms and when they would be required at their stations. "Life boat drills are mandatory and you will be required to assist the passengers," they were instructed before the woman stepped to the girls behind them.

"Oh boy, it'll be just like Titanic!"

With another giggle and a shared glance the two women plunged into the crowd of milling employees, winding their way through the mass of bodies. It wasn't hard to keep an eye on Wanda - thank god for tall people - and so when she emerged into a quiet corridor a few minutes later Dom wasn't far behind her. "Right," the shorter woman said, eyeing up their surroundings. "What is this, mostly service passages and storage rooms? One of those will probably work."

A quick burst of her powers showed Wanda that the room to the right was most likely empty. She cautiously eased the door open and was pleased to see she hadn't been wrong. It was a fairly cramped room used to store extra linens but it was big enough for two and, if need be, three people. "Perfect. Let's get set up and place that international call."

They secured the door behind them before placing themselves as far away from the middle of the room as possible. "Here we go," she said, pulling out her phone and sending a quick text.

Minutes passed. And some more. Then, as the pair had begun to wonder what had happened, a hand came through the floor, waving wildly.

Wanda stepped forward quickly and snagged Amanda's hand with both of hers. Grunting, she leaned back on her heels and pulled. Slowly, piece by piece, the witch slowly was pulled from the floor but it was like pulling an object through molasses.

Amanda heaved in a breath as her head cleared the floor. With the help of the other two, she managed to get clear, along with two large and heavy duffle bags. "Fuck, that was close," she managed to gasp once she was able. "Thought I was gunna be stuck half-way forever."

"That wouldn't have been so bad - we could've sold tickets," Dom said cheerfully, reaching out to heft one of the bags over her shoulder. "Made a ton of cash. People love that freak show stuff."

"You think you could merge with the ship again, Amanda?" Wanda teased, nudging the door open with her foot. The coast was still thankfully clear and she nodded to the other two as she scooped up the other bag. "What did you do, stuff Kevin in one of these?"

Amanda just grunted and made a face at the jokes. "Apparently Kev's motto is "be prepared"," she replied. "We've got everything we could need and the kitchen sink." Straightening from her crouch where she had been concentrating on breathing, she joined her teammates at the door. "Everything okay from your end?"

"Yup. Smooth sailing all the way." Dom realized her pun belatedly and groaned. "Sorry. I think I've got our bunk assignment here, one sec..." Reaching into her purse she rifled around for a couple of moments before emerging victorious with the sheet that had been handed to them earlier. "Right, let's go check out our digs."

Leading the way, Wanda settled the heavy bag on her shoulder. They soon joined the crush of other staff, new and veterans, shoving about to get to their rooms. They'd have some time to get settled but not long before various shifts would start and everyone was in a hurry. Luckily, that worked in their favor as no one paid any particular attention to three ladies with bags in a crowd of them.

Wanda eventually spotted their room and shouldered her way through with Nina and Amanda following in her wake. She fumbled with the keys and eventually pushed through, muttering under her breath, "Housekeeping!"

"You know we're stuck cleaning our own rooms, right?" Kevin said as he appeared behind them in the face of crew member who'd taken sick and was missing this cruise. His fellow co-workers assumed he was doing his normal job. He followed them in as they took up the small room. It was meant for two, but the four had already decided to work different shifts to keep the extra two people from being noticed.

"Geez. I think they assigned us into a phone booth by accident."

"Just as well we're not all gunna be here at the same time after this," grunted Amanda, trying to avoid getting Wanda's elbow in her eye as the taller woman swung her bag off her shoulder. "You'll want the ear pieces before you head out for roll call or whatever orientation malarky they're having, so let me dig those out for you."

"Dibs on the top bunk," Dom said, dropping her bag onto the bottom bunk. "Or whatever one Syd isn't sleeping in. I don't need everybody I meet thinking I bathe in old man aftershave."

Wanda made a face at her. The woman was too clever for her own good. "Thank you, Amanda," she said, accepting the small ear piece. Once in, it would be nearly invisible and highly unlikely to be spotted, especially hidden by Wanda's floof of hair. "Well, I suppose we need to be off. If they get honest work out of us during this mission, I will be most put out."