Scenario:Zeta - A Festive Flight
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A Festive Flight
Zeta takes up a job as a security guard on a luxury holiday cruise, but bores of the first-class atmosphere bereft of even a hint of incoming trouble. Out on the deck, her mind drifts back to her friends on the Grandcypher as she gazes at the clear winter sky. She is soon brought back to reality by a sudden blizzard that she finds suspicious.
Zeta: ...
A small vessel drifts gently through the holy night sky.
Refined Guest 1: Hehe...
Within the luxurious, lavishly decorated hall, pleasant conversations can be heard among the guests.
Refined Guest 1: What a delight, spending the holy night in such a magnificent cruise.
Refined Guest 2: Indeed, it isn't often we can relax and take a scenic ride aboard a sky vessel like this.
Refined Guest 2: And on the holy night to boot.
Refined Guest 1: I'm really glad to be able to participate.
Amid the radiant hall and its elegant melodies, Zeta leans alone against the wall.
Zeta: Phew...
Refined Guest 3: My, what a striking young lady.
Refined Guest 3: Are you alone, perchance? Might I buy you a drink?
Zeta: Huh? You talking to me? Sorry, I'm actually—
She blinks in momentary shock, then gives a casual shrug and smiles at the man.
Zeta: Working.
Zeta: Yawn...
Shortly before the holy night, life aboard the Grandcypher is peaceful as usual.
Zeta: Aaah...
Vyrn: Hey hey, why're you talking like you just woke up from a nap?
Lyria: Are you tired, Zeta?
Zeta: Nope. If anything, it's the opposite. I'm bored...
Zeta: Hey, (Captain), any cool jobs we can take on?
Zeta: At this rate, my skills are gonna dull. I wanna do something.
Vyrn: A job, huh? Have we got anything?
Lyria: Let's see... most requests have something to do with the holy night, since it's so close.
Vyrn: Hmm, I don't think there's anything dangerous enough for you to have fun with.
Zeta: Well, excuse you! I never said anything about wanting a brawl!
Zeta: All right, fine! I'll just pick something myself.
Zeta: Eeny, meeny, miny, moe... This one!
Zeta plucks one sheet from the pile of requests.
Vyrn: Hold up, you're not even gonna look inside before choosing?
Zeta: Come on, it's fun to be spontaneous now and then! Now, let's take a look.
Zeta: It's a security job. Looks like we hop on a cruise ship doing a scenic flight for the holy night.
Zeta: Perfect! I'll go do this on my own.
Lyria: Wait, really? Are you sure you'll be okay alone?
Zeta: It's a small-time security gig—not like I'm going to fight monsters or primal beasts.
Zeta: Seems like a total breeze. I'll be fine without you babysitting me.
Vyrn: Fair enough. Still, watch yourself, okay?
Zeta: (Just like I told (Captain), nothing risky here... Should be a walk in the park.)
The hall aboard the cruise is filled with a calm, classy air—not a sign of trouble anywhere.
Zeta: (It's so calm it's actually getting kinda boring.)
Zeta: (At least I look good in this getup, so there's that.)
Zeta lowers her eyes to check her appearance.
Her red suit was issued by the client to ensure she blends in with the cruise's refined festivities.
Zeta: (It's classy and flashy, but still easy to move in.)
Zeta: (And it being red? Major points. This client actually has some solid fashion sense.)
Zeta: Still...
Zeta performs another visual scan of the glamorous hall.
Zeta: (All this fancy upper-class atmosphere is kinda not my thing.)
Zeta: (Come to think of it, Bea's from a family of nobles. She'd be perfect for this mission.)
Zeta: (On second thought, her forcing a classy little chuckle in this group would be a riot.)
Zeta: (But I can definitely imagine her wiping out an hors d'oeuvres table and causing chaos.)
Zeta: Hehehe...
Zeta: (Eustace, though... I bet he'd fit in without even trying.)
Zeta: (Those silent types who give off a good vibe by doing nothing... So unfair.)
Zeta: Ack, focus, Zeta! You're on the clock!
Zeta gives her head a quick shake, brushing away the thoughts that drifted to her absent crewmates.
Zeta: (I've got to keep it together.)
Zeta: Right.
Zeta: (Maybe I should take a lap and clear my mind. Patrolling's part of the job, after all.)
Zeta: Wow...
Leaving the hall behind, Zeta makes her way onto the deck.
Zeta: It's a little chilly, but it feels pretty nice.
Zeta: (Guess quite a few passengers stepped out here as well.)
Refined Guest 1: My, the stars are absolutely stunning.
Refined Guest 2: This scenery is truly ideal for the holy night.
Refined Guest 1: It really is. Oh, look.
Refined Guest 2: It's beginning to snow!
Soft snow starts to flutter over the deck as the craft moves calmly through the starry night.
Zeta: Snow on the holy night...
Zeta: Huff...
Her sigh rises in a puff of steam and gently disappears into the night.
Zeta: Hmm...
Zeta: (It is pretty and all, but still not really doing it for me.)
Zeta: Guess that's what happens when you're a skyfarer. Scenery like this doesn't hit as hard anymore.
Zeta: (I bet Ilsa would appreciate this.)
Zeta: (She'd keep that calm face, but inside she'd be melting over how beautiful this is.)
Refined Guest 1: Oh dear, the snow is picking up.
Refined Guest 2: Well now, that came on fast.
Refined Guest 1: Goodness!
The gentle scene vanishes as the snow suddenly surges, blanketing the onlookers below.
Zeta: Uh-oh, looks like a storm's brewing.
Zeta narrows her eyes, watching the sky become shrouded by the rapidly intensifying snow.