[SB]What's This 'Break' Thing Everyone's Talking About?

[Corey Spencer]

Spence had grossly over packed.  He always did, though, but one wouldn't guess by the meticulously efficient way in which he had stuffed the long, green duffel bag to the gills.  He'd only brought two bags, the duffel that carried far more clothes and various items he could ever possibly need for the trip, and the large pack he always had close at hand in case of emergencies.  He was the on call medic for the trip as well as a chaperone.

After checking in and getting his room assignment, Spence hefted the duffel onto his shoulder and and climbed up the stairs leading toward the ship's deck.  Having spent more time than he'd care to admit on various watercraft, Spence almost felt more at home here than he did in the form of the Academy.  The weather was fantastic, the air was abuzz with the excited chatter of students and staff alike as they eagerly awaited the ship's departure.  Spence moved across the deck with the stoic motions of a man on a mission.  It may have been a Spring break trip, but the big man didn't seem to be of any mind to have fun.  As far as he was concerned, there was a job to be done and he wouldn't waver or stray from his duty.

The room itself was a little on the small side, but nothing Spence wasn't already used to.  At least the beds which were positioned on opposite ends of the room looked large enough to accommodate his considerable bulk and he'd passed a sign pointing in the direction of a 24-hour gym, so he wouldn't have to worry about that.  "Afternoon."  He said with a polite tilt of his head as he stepped inside to find the room already occupied.  Spence was no stranger to roommates and a lack of privacy making the sleeping arrangements fall well within his comfort zone.

With a brief glance in the direction of the other staff member, Spence moved to lay claim to the empty bed.  The duffel went to the floor and the medic back on the foot of the bed.  "Corey Spencer."  He said, turning and approaching his temporary roommate and extending a massive hand.  "Most just call me 'Spence'."

[Tobias Croft]

Toby hadn't exactly prepared in advance for the impending holiday; And yes, it was most deffiantly a holiday, despite the remaining work restraits of keeping an eye or two on the students. As was customary it seemed for Toby in terms of holiday preparation, he had spent weeks procrastinating only to panic pack with about an hour before the departure to the ship. Despite this frantic lugagge packing, Toby was already feeling incredibly relaxed; What had been forgotten was of no use to him right now, so he failed to see why he should worry; It would do him no good, and after all, he was meant to be on a break.

The large, slightly battered suitcase lay open at the foot of his bed, clothing untidily sprawled out on the floor surrounding it like a puddle of garish fabric; Because Toby had packed what looked like an entire shop's worth of various Hawaiian shirts. An array of almost eye offending patterns ranging from parrots to palm trees featured in the pile, and a fairly exceptional one showcasing a number of colourful cocktails with umbrellas in Toby was already donning as he laid back on his chosen bed; The better bed, of course, he'd tested both mattresses out and selected the preferred one; His roommate should have been quicker. Putting his arms behind his head he grinned brightly as he closed his eyes behind dark sunglasses, awaiting the arrival of said roommate before opting to head straight for the top deck's poolside bar.
He didn't have to wait long, and Toby quickly sat up and pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as he heard the sound of the door being opened from the outside.
His hopes that maybe Charity or one of the other female teachers would have been paired with him was quickly dashed as the rather colossal looking Academy medic strode in, carrying two bags; He gave Toby a polite greeting, to which Toby responded with a bright grin and a nod. "Afternoon." He blinked at the man's bags before pulling off his sunglasses, blinking at the the luggage with a small whistle. "That's a lot of luggage, you do know we're only going for a few days, right?" He then took the man's hand, his own far smaller in comparison. "Tobias Croft, but you can call me Toby." He pulled his hand away with a slightly embarrassed grin. "That's quite a handshake."
This guy was built like a tank.

[Corey Spencer]

Spence looked over his shoulder to the large, green duffel propped up in the corner of the room and gave a shrug. If anything he felt ill-prepared more than over. He still had trouble letting go of the mindset to bring everything you may possibly need wherever you went. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere, pinned down and in need of equipment that wasn't there. How, exactly, this situation would come about while on a cruise ship headed for the sandy beaches of Mexico was beyond Spence. But it was still possible.

"Old habits." He offered vaguely before moving to inspect the large pack resting upon his bed. the pack was his lifeblood. It represented everything he was now. It was never too far, always within reach in case it was needed. Spence was meticulous and decisive in every movement he made. He checked the zippers, ensuring they were positioned in exactly the right spot, went over the contents of the outside pouches again, confirming all was in order. He'd spent so much time with the pack over the years he could navigate the entirety of the supplies within blindfolded. He knew this for a fact. He'd done it.

"I'm still getting used to this whole 'break' thing." He confessed, casting a bit of a smirk Tobias' way. "I'll do my best not to drag everything down." The pack was lifted from the bed and relocated to the floor before Spence turned to face the other staff member. "This is supposed to be just as much for us as it is the students, right?"