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Lithaladhwen: There's always this short period after I invite everyone when I realize I've forgotten to enter chat myself. ^^;
Lithaladhwen: It's nice to be in AIM again where there are fonts and attractive logs.
Idran1701: Heh. :D
Lithaladhwen: IRC is shiny, but not highly-loggable.
T3chn0Namagomi: Ah, trying to get people from that other place?
Lithaladhwen: The CIRP to test it out was five hours long.
Lithaladhwen: I think it went quite well.
Lithaladhwen: They've been doing CIRP for years, it's just that that's all they've done, and they've been doing it on the board.
Lithaladhwen: ZOMG SLOW
T3chn0Namagomi: Yarg.
Idran1701: How'd they adjust to the faster pace of chat?
Lithaladhwen: But yeah. Someone was brave enough to try it, Shaun helped out, and I even got the girl who believes chat RP ruined one of her characters to play!
Idran1701: Nifty!
Lithaladhwen: My UV-buddy Griatch did really well. He's quite awesome.
Lithaladhwen: He's said he might consider RPGWW as a possible RP venue for his human characters. Humans are FORBIDDEN (omg) on the other forum.
Lithaladhwen: Hopefully this will pan out, and we'll have diplomatic relations going.
Idran1701: Oh? Huh, interesting.
Idran1701: The forbidden-humans thing, I mean.
Idran1701: Why's that?
Idran1701: I mean ICly.
Lithaladhwen: It's thematic. They want turbo-fantasy.
Idran1701: Aha.
Lithaladhwen: In-character the explanation is trickier.
Lithaladhwen: Basically, the avatar of their forum admin has forbidden them. There's some sort of charter floating around explaining why, but until I find it that's all I know.
T3chn0Namagomi: Turbo-fantasy...don't say it's an inundation of dwarves and orcs.
Lithaladhwen: Very few, Nama.
Idran1701: *nod* Hmm!
T3chn0Namagomi: Ah, good. Not too much generic-ugly, then.
Lithaladhwen: Turbo-fantasy meaning every variety of furry, elf, dragon, unicorn, and gods-only-know what else they come up with
Lithaladhwen: There's a lot I can't take seriously, but then I don't think everyone else there does either.
Idran1701: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: Someone plays a llama with wings. Don't ask me to explain.
Idran1701: ...That's awesome.
Lithaladhwen: There are MCFs, unigons (dragon/unicorns, for whatever reason) and lots of shapeshifters.
Lithaladhwen: There are also some truly kickass characters.
Idran1701: Oh?
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: Lemme find a picture of the one I'm thinking of.
Der DWSage: (There we go. I'll be rather distracted by PSO for a while, though.)
Der DWSage: (I stole Sam's Dreamcast. :{ )
Idran1701: Kai: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: http://samreg.eu/griatch/images/Jester.jpg
Lithaladhwen: This girl is so much fun to RP with.
Lithaladhwen: And look what he did! It's not gimmicky or anything, it's fuckin' crazy!
Lithaladhwen: So yeah. She's now friends with Holly's dad.
Idran1701: Holly's dad? Huh, neat.
Lithaladhwen: I'm playing him over there because he's an elf and one of few non-humans I play.
Idran1701: *nod*
Idran1701: Didn't realize you were doing IC crossover too. Neat.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I am. I in-character teleported him, since that's a pretty normal way to get characters there, apparently.
Idran1701: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: He was accepted after some initial RP, and I can apparently play him with (relative) freedom now.
Lithaladhwen: This is the forum in question, for the record.
Idran1701: ...Oh, hey, I just noticed the second pair of arms in that pic. Heh, nifty.
Lithaladhwen: She's insane. She interpretive danced the plot of Brian's RP "Dark Obsessions." This includes sacrifices to the god of hate.
Lithaladhwen: I can't even describe it.
Idran1701: ...Wow.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to cry.
Lithaladhwen: In-fucking-describable.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: Does anyone here want to RP?
MajorGeneralTso: ..Considering it. <.<...
Idran1701: If I can; depends on the setting that ends up chosen, but sure. :O
Lithaladhwen: Well, if it depends on the setting, tell us what you want.
Idran1701: Like to try that Past Gen idea I told you about before, with Idran's parents, but that'd require Kohlingen Past Gen.
MajorGeneralTso: Hmmm...
Lithaladhwen: Charles will be back later, and he specifically requested RP. I bet he'd find a way.
Lithaladhwen: Tai? Howya feeling about RP tonight?
MajorGeneralTso: Still a bit undecided. Buuut...I wouldn't mind it. o.o
Lithaladhwen: Would you be able to RP in FirstGen-25 years?
Lithaladhwen: Pastgen is on the table, but not everyone has characters.
MajorGeneralTso: I have a character, but he is questionably...in certain areas. <.<...
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
Der DWSage: (Yum, pizza.)
Lithaladhwen: Tai: What?
Der DWSage: Is he stabbing people in the gut and leaving them to die?
MajorGeneralTso: ...I wouldn't say no to that.
MajorGeneralTso: I have a Past Gen character, and I will attempt to make it work. *Nods*
Lithaladhwen: Fuck yeah.
Lithaladhwen: If Idran wants to set us up, he may certainly do so. I need to stop looking at this screen, so I'm going to grab some food.
Der DWSage: Hum.
Der DWSage: It's...quite conceivable that I could make past gen characters. o.o
Idran1701: Er...I'll have to come up with something to set up with. Gimme a bit to think. >_>
Lithaladhwen: 'kay.
MajorGeneralTso: ...*Goes to find the color he used*
Lithaladhwen: I have it logged. You can look it up on my... second site of logs.
Lithaladhwen: I'm pretty sure.
Lithaladhwen: It's the second pastgen RP, and that's where it should be.
MajorGeneralTso: It looks...dark green...
Idran1701: All right. All I've got is a setting, since I didn't really have a plot in mind, just "Hey RPing Idran's parents might be neat/helpful".
MajorGeneralTso: ...Dark Green on white...
CGNakibe has entered the room.
Idran1701: But anyway, once everyone's ready, I can give a general setting, at least.
Idran1701: Hey, Shaun.
Der DWSage: *Ponders*
CGNakibe: Hey Hey.
Idran1701: Kohlingen Past Gen's afoot. :O
Idran1701: (...OK, horrible timing in my part. I'll go ahead and throw out the set-up, but I've got to step out for about ten minutes. >_>)
Der DWSage: (*Chuckles* Just gives us time to CI.)
Idran1701: It's a somewhat overcast day in Kohlingen. A light drizzle falls on the ports of the coastal city, one that shows signs of ending within the hour.
Lithaladhwen: (Man. I feel like a real heel because Anira doesn't have a PS sheet. I think I have a problem. This... philsys compulsion is MAD.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Font!)
Idran1701: The piers are fairly active, with tourists and merchants can be found up and down the boardwalk, a larger-than-would-be-expected percentage of Inustani among them.
MajorGeneralTso: (...It's too bad Tai is an outworlder or he could have fun Past Gen Relations as well.)
Idran1701: (All right, hopefully that's enough set-up, but haven't done this in a general RP in a while. I'll be back as soon as I can!)
Lithaladhwen: (It's okay!)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (I had an amusing idea. *snicker*)
MajorGeneralTso: (...For? <.<...)
Der DWSage: (Oh?)
Lithaladhwen: *A woman with long curly brown hair stands in a dark green overcoat, the rain running down the brim of a hat she keeps pulled down over her eyes. Presumably, she's hanging at the pier waiting for someone or something.*
Der DWSage: (Hm...Kohlingen...)
Besyanteo: *Standing by her, in plain looking armor and light clothes, stands a Garoujin. He's forgone a coat in favor of ease of use of his equipment. At his side is a sheathed longsword.*
Besyanteo: *In the rain, it's hard to tell if his fur is just really dark brown, or black. He looks sort of irritated.*
Besyanteo: IM: Hate. Rain. e_e
Idran1701: (All right, back. :O)
Lithaladhwen: *Lifts one brown-gloved hand to flick water off her hat as she waits patiently.*
MajorGeneralTso: *A human of obvious Lanese heritage leaps off of one of the boats, his pale green robes catching wind and fluttering wildly until he hits the pier, unluckily in a puddle, splashing water up over those nearby*
Besyanteo: *he grunts, but remains silent.*
Der DWSage: *...And behind the both of them is an amused-looking man-probably somewhere in his forties-that's humming as he walks along and reads a book*
Idran1701: (Hmm. Never set one for Orion, but let's see if I can remember Paula's...)
Lithaladhwen: (Tai, this the same guy from before? 'cuz Anira's met him.)
Besyanteo: (Miko Miko Nassu is probably inappropraite for this scene. =D)
MajorGeneralTso: (Same guy.)
Idran1701: (I believe this was it, so I'll go with this. :D)
Lithaladhwen: *Suspicious glance to the Lanese fella* Greg. Keep an eye on that one if you would.
Besyanteo: *the barest nod, though his head doesn't seem to move. Still, he's watching the lanese man out of the corner of his eye.*
MajorGeneralTso: *He sighs, running a hand through his hair and slicking it back again, though two stubborn clumps still fall forward into giant bangs of sort* <Damn...The things that guy will do to find a Bonsai Tree.>
Idran1701: *emerging from the ship is a human woman, looking to be in her late-20s, early-30s. Light-brown hair, grey eyes, dressed in a somewhat-loose, dark shirt-and-pants outfit*
Lithaladhwen: *follows the woman with her eyes*
Besyanteo: (Bah, belatedly: )
Besyanteo: (What language is that Tai?)
Idran1701: *heading over to Anira, she gives a gaze over the various shipping crates being loaded up, hers included* Greetings. Everything getting handled all right?
Besyanteo: (Greg knows four or so I think.)
MajorGeneralTso: (Lanese.)
Lithaladhwen: Presumably. I haven't had any problems so far. How soon until we can move out?
MajorGeneralTso: (Which is to say...Canto.)
Besyanteo: (... Well that makes things simple!)
Idran1701: *checks over the other dock workers* Should be...about two hours and 34 minutes, I'd say.
Besyanteo: IM: Foriegner. Doesn't look Rivan, but who knows?
Lithaladhwen: All right. That sounds fine.
Lithaladhwen: Is it possible for me to have access to my cargo? I want to make sure everything's in order while we're underway.
Idran1701: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. We haven't had a damaged crate in months.
Lithaladhwen: *mutters under her breath* Selbstverständlich...
Idran1701: What's that?
Lithaladhwen: I'm a very cautious woman. I like to doublecheck at all stages of the process. Will I have access to my cargo, or will I need to break into my own property? *smirk*
MajorGeneralTso: *Jumps up on one of the crates and takes a seat, watching the boats, tapping a finger against his knee seemingly impatient*
Besyanteo: *Watchwatchwatch*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't like that he's here. That man. Why is he here of all places? Who the hell tipped him off?
Idran1701: *gives an amused smirk back* Well, I'll speak with the quartermaster, see what I can arrange. Hate to throw you in the brig for your trip, after all.
MajorGeneralTso: (May the dice decide my fate!)
Besyanteo: (Fight Fight!)
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Lithaladhwen: It would be a pain in the ass, that's for sure.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I wonder. Should I kill him now before we leave, or should I have Greg take care of him... prove himself....
Besyanteo: (... Fish Fight dammit. I want new fingers.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Should probably wait. If I need to kill him later... I can.
MajorGeneralTso: *Scratches the back of his neck and gets a strange feeling, glancing in the Garoujin's general direction.*
Besyanteo: (Also, in light of that thought from the boss: This is all completely AU, yes? if Greg gets himself killed,)
Besyanteo: (Yeah....)
Lithaladhwen: (He shouldn't get himself killed. We...just won't do that.)
Lithaladhwen: (We can fudge numbers.)
Besyanteo: *Seems to be looking after the woman talking to... the other woman.*
Der DWSage: *...Splash*
Idran1701: Nothing we should know about, is it? We had a problem with a mage a while back, tried to ship some of his menagerie. Sleeping spell wore off halfway through the trip.
Lithaladhwen: I don't ship living things.
Besyanteo: *earflick*
Der DWSage: *You know that humming mage from a moment before? The one that was walking and reading at the same time?*
Besyanteo: IM: Did someone just fall off the pier...?
Der DWSage: *Yeah. People shouldn't do that. Whoops*
MajorGeneralTso: (I would hope nobody is dying anytime...)
Lithaladhwen: >_> Hey. Y'lost someone.
Lithaladhwen: You going to go get that guy?
Besyanteo: (Whee. Ditto! Still.)
Idran1701: *and nearby said mage!* Ah...need some help, there?
Idran1701: *on the pier, himself*
Der DWSage: *Sputters as he surfaces!* No, no. I'm fine. Just...careless.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs*
Idran1701: ...Nah, looks like it's handled.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I hate mages sometimes.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Most of the time.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Out of their towers and schools for five minutes and they hurt themselves.
Idran1701: *nods* All right. Careful with that. Had it...had it happen to myself a few times, heh.
Besyanteo: (Hak: Look look! I can use magic to pick your nose! From 1000 leagues away! The secrets is portals and the souls of kittens. ^_^)
Lithaladhwen: (......)
Lithaladhwen: (I invoke Kai's law.)
Besyanteo: (Yeah, I have no idea. =D)
Lithaladhwen: (Though we've yet to see if Shakti's correlary holds true. I don't think it will here.)
Idran1701: Sure you don't want...a rope, or something like that? Bit of...quite a ways back up.
Besyanteo: (Also, what is Kai's law?)
Idran1701: (Hmm?)
MajorGeneralTso: IM: <...None of these boats look farmiliar. Maybe I should just ask for directions.> *Is now staring at the Garoujin*
Besyanteo: ...
Der DWSage: *A few words, a hand gesture...and the guy is floating on top of the water*
Besyanteo: *Seems to notice, looking over with a decidedly "What do you want?" look.*
Lithaladhwen: (Kai's Law: As a conversation in Gaera continues, the probability that Hakaril will be mentioned approaches one. Shakti's correlary: Said mention of Hakaril has a tendency to summon him to one's own location.)
Lithaladhwen: (Rapidly)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
Besyanteo: (I'd like to see that tried in Mac.)
Idran1701: (Well, at least he hasn't yet harnessed time travel, or fourth-wall piercing. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, cripes. Thank goodness.)
Lithaladhwen: (Time travel is Darin's domain, and he's harmless. Well, mostly harmless.)
CGNakibe: (Small miracles.)
Lithaladhwen: Greg? Problems with the Lanese guy?
Idran1701: *still watching the mage, rope in hand*
MajorGeneralTso: *Matches gaze and punches the crate he's sitting on as he stands up, walking over to the man...beast* Excuse me!
Der DWSage: *...A few more moments, and he manages to levitate himself onto the pier*
Lithaladhwen: *her eyes narrow and she watches him from under her hat*
Besyanteo: *Looking back* Looks like he wants to make one.
Idran1701: *keeping an eye on the group, for now*
Idran1701: Aha. Nifty trick, that.
Besyanteo: *rests a hand on his sword pommel casually* You want somethin?
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (Welcome back! What'd you last see?)
Idran1701: (Hey. :O Last seen?)
Der DWSage: ( Der DWSage: *...A few more moments, and he manages to levitate himself onto the pier*)
Besyanteo: (never showed here.)
Idran1701: (Did on my end.)
Lithaladhwen: (I saw it.)
Besyanteo: (... oh, wait, there it is.)
Besyanteo: (whoops. x.x)
MajorGeneralTso: Oh...I was just wondering if you know if any of these boats are going in the way of Argovia...? *Looks hopeful!*
Lithaladhwen: (Ah, okay. Good times.)
Besyanteo: ...
Lithaladhwen: *firmly* This one isn't.
MajorGeneralTso: ...Where is it going?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Sneaky little shit. What are you up to?
Idran1701: Hydrante.
Der DWSage: *Sigh* I managed to lose my book, too.
Der DWSage: It took time to waterproof it.
Idran1701: Oh, shame when that happens.
Idran1701: What was it?
MajorGeneralTso: (...I totally need a map now.)
Besyanteo: (HA ha. Water proof book at the bottom of the pier. =D)
Besyanteo: (and a sec)
Idran1701: (Inustani port. :O)
Der DWSage: A study of alternate magical foci.
Besyanteo: ( http://mysidia.org/rpgww/index.php?title=Image:Map_pdrydia_gaera6.png )
Idran1701: Ah.
Idran1701: I prefer...well, historical fiction, myself.
Besyanteo: (Inustan is on the eastern coast of IGala there, and Argovia is the mess of islands to the south.)
MajorGeneralTso: (Thank yous.)
Idran1701: I don't know if there's one leaving for Argovia today...it's not that common a destination.
Idran1701: You might be able to find a charter, though.
Der DWSage: Well, I was more interested in the fact that past mages required the use of staves, wands, and various other magical memoribilia to even touch the use of magic.
Der DWSage: Or at least, so the author of the book claimed.
MajorGeneralTso: *Sighs* Damn...No, It's not that urgent.
Besyanteo: IM: Anira looks like she could bite through plate about now. Wonder who this shit is to get her so on edge?
Idran1701: Hmm. I'm afraid that's not something I know much about.
Idran1701: (Whoops, forgot to give a description for this guy.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: So let me guess. He can't go to Argovia, so he's got to follow us. How convenient.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He follows us, keeps an eye on me, then probably either turns me in or takes my cargo for himself.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Great.
Der DWSage: (And here I was thinking I'd just missed it.)
Idran1701: *human male of average height, brown eyes and black hair, spectacles, also wearing a loose-fitting shirt-and-pants outfit, though in somewhat lighter colors*
Idran1701: *also late-20s/early-30s*
MajorGeneralTso: I suppose I'll just ride this to Hydrante and see what I can make of things there. *Bows to the grouping* Thank you for your assistance.
Lithaladhwen: ¬_¬
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. You're welcome.
Lithaladhwen: You'd better go get set up.
MajorGeneralTso: (...This actually works out surprisingly well because this characters future shows up in Argosy.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Get out. Go talk to the nice lady while I decide whether or not to kill you.
Idran1701: All right. I'll show you to the mate, so you can pay your way.
Der DWSage: Mm.
Besyanteo: (brb)
Der DWSage: *...Gives the man a once-over.*
Idran1701: ...What is it?
Idran1701: *checks himself, looking for stains or other things out of sorts*
MajorGeneralTso: ...Oh, Please do. *Nods* Sorry if this is an inconvience.
Besyanteo: (Back. Whee.)
Der DWSage: ...Nothing. Nothing.
Der DWSage: IM:Too old. Magically dead, and he's too old.
Der DWSage: IM:Well, no. I should be kinder than that. He's as dead to magic as any average person.
Idran1701: *smirks* Well, you're fairly late, but I'm sure they won't mind taking in another passenger fee.
Lithaladhwen: *turns away from the Lanese guy and his conversation for a moment and waves Greg to come with her*
Idran1701: This way. *she heads over to and up the gangplank, gesturing for the Lanese fellow to follow*
Besyanteo: *Follow follow!*
Besyanteo: *Follow the paycheck like a good boy!*
Der DWSage: I'm Donald Makenzie. A tourist of sorts.
MajorGeneralTso: I can't be late for something I never intended to do in the first place...*Follows!*
Lithaladhwen: I've seen this guy in Doma before. There was a brawl in a back alley that I ended up calling my guys out of... and he was there. I don't know why, and I didn't think too much of it at the time.
Idran1701: Ah. Pleas...happy to meet you. *offers his hand to shake*
Lithaladhwen: But now he's here, and I don't think it's a coincidence.
Idran1701: Orion Casmosis.
Besyanteo: And he just happens to have found an excuse to follow us to Hydrante.
Lithaladhwen: Exactly.
Besyanteo: What do you want done about it?
Idran1701: Are you...will you be joining us on the ship?
Besyanteo: If anything yet. <_< *glanceglance*
Lithaladhwen: I don't know yet. First I want to know how much he knows about my work, and then I want to know where he got that information. Just killing him outright doesn't get us closer to either one.
Der DWSage: *Takes the hand!* I'm not entirely sure yet.
Lithaladhwen: If I've got security issues, I need to knkow.
Lithaladhwen: *know
Idran1701: Well, you'll...you should probably hurry, if you want to. We'll be heading out soon.
Der DWSage: Hm. Where will it be heading, exactly?
Idran1701: Hydrante. ...Oh, it's...it's the Inustani port.
Besyanteo: Right. ... I'll warn you I'm not the most subtle wolf around though. If you want to get information from him, you might be better off trying yourself first.
Der DWSage: Ah. Hm.
Der DWSage: *Shrug* I may as well. A little sea voyage might do my old bones well.
Lithaladhwen: I may do that. But I just wanted you to be aware.
Besyanteo: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: If he pulls something, don't hold back. We can deal with the consequences later.
Besyanteo: Right. *figners his pommel once more.*
Besyanteo: (... Crap. Lys needs to be here to make fun of that properly.)
Lithaladhwen: (Don't mind us, Tai. We're just plotting your character's death.)
CGNakibe: (Doom Doom Wai!)
MajorGeneralTso: (He won't be so easy to get rid of...But I see and enjoy!)
Lithaladhwen: (She probably won't actually try to do it because her player won't let her. But hey. A girl can dream and concoct evil schemes.)
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'll see if I can't at least engage him in conversation.
Besyanteo: (But the drama! :o)
Lithaladhwen: Anyone asks, you're my escort and feel free to hint that we're lovers.
Idran1701: *nods* All right. My wife was around here somewhere, she can...she'll show you to get that arranged.
Besyanteo: Right. Doma and all.
Lithaladhwen: Precisely. It will keep them from asking too many questions.
Idran1701: *starts looking around* ...She was here, at least.
Der DWSage: I'm sure I'll run into her.
MajorGeneralTso: *Exits the interior of the ship, cracking his knuckles and looking around* I just keep getting farther away.
Lithaladhwen: In fact, go ahead and say that we are, Greg. That way if we need to play both sides, we can have a "falling out" and maybe he'll think you want to turn on me.
Besyanteo: IM: Not that I'd mind anyway. ... Still. Pay comes first.
Lithaladhwen: That would get some information.
Besyanteo: Can do.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: (Where's your character now,Tai?)
Lithaladhwen: (Besides not in the ship.)
MajorGeneralTso: *Wanders the main deck, poking at whatever random boxes and things he comes across* Hmmm...o.o...
Lithaladhwen: Well, let's check out our quarters for the next ...well, for a while.
Idran1701: *a few minutes after Tai's character leaves, Paula follows, and Orion catches sight of her* Ah, there she is!
Lithaladhwen: *heads toward the ship and up to the main deck*
MajorGeneralTso: (I never get Argovia right...)
Idran1701: (You mean I'm actually going to have to figure out something for inside the ship? :O)
Idran1701: (The horror!)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Rather than Agrovia...)
Lithaladhwen: (No. Probably not.)
Besyanteo: *Follows beside her, deciding how to best play up his new role without losing a hand.*
Lithaladhwen: (Ha!)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Idran1701: (...Oh. Well..."curses".)
Lithaladhwen: *She walks closer to Greg, and leans into him, whispering confidentially with a bit of a smile for the others' benefit* I'm probably going to see about talking to our new friend. Why don't you check on the other passengers?
CGNakibe: (Aggro-via?)
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles for effect*
Lithaladhwen: *this must be some SAUCY conversation about... well, the ship actually....*
Idran1701: *he heads over to the currently-disembarking woman* Ah, Paula, there's someone looking to...there's a new passenger for the ship.
Der DWSage: (Fuck. Life has happened!)
MajorGeneralTso: (An entire nation of Monsters who attack you without provocation...)
Der DWSage: *And he wanders off. OHNOES.*
Lithaladhwen: (Life?!)
Idran1701: (!)
Der DWSage: (Sorry folks. LIFE 2.0 is interfering. I'll be back later...maybe.)
Lithaladhwen: (I don't believe it exists.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay!)
Besyanteo: *He smiles and nods* Of course, dear. See you in our room...
Besyanteo: (AND NOW: )
Idran1701: *amused smirk* ...Another? You know, we don't g- ...oh, wait, there he goes off. I suppose not.
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Besyanteo: *He thinks better of the pat on the ass. ... But you know, if they're lvoers...*
Lithaladhwen: (Ha. He's such a guy.)
Besyanteo: *He plants one on her cheek for effect, and then heads below decks.*
Lithaladhwen: *with a playful elbow-nudge she steps away from him and approaches whoever-the-hell*
Besyanteo: *A kiss, that is.*
Lithaladhwen: (I assumed as much.)
Besyanteo: (Because otherwise that could totally negate itself for the dirty minded.)
Lithaladhwen: (I didn't think he meant petunias or plastic explosives.)
MajorGeneralTso: This is probably no way to move up in the Organization. *Talks to himself a bit as he looks for a relatively dry place to sit*
Besyanteo: (Heh. Dunno, maybe it's just me. :o )
Lithaladhwen: IM: Organization. Heh.
Idran1701: *still amused* Hmm. Well, good thing we don't, then. Not in the mood to pull in stragglers right now.
Lithaladhwen: *gives the Lanese fellow a little wave with her fingertips to say hello as she approaches*
Lithaladhwen: Hey.
Lithaladhwen: You figure out your destination yet?
CGNakibe: (No Nobodies allowed in Gaera. >:{)
MajorGeneralTso: *Turns to who may be his eventual demise* Ah? No...Not yet. Maybe when I arrive I'll move farther into Argosy and try to contact someone...
MajorGeneralTso: (Siiiiix Speeeaaars! He's crazy!)
Idran1701: *chuckles* Yes, well...I should double...well, check the charts again before we leave. I'll see you on board, dear.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Good luck with that. And, um... *shy smile* Since we're going to be sharing a... rather small space for a good while en-route... I don't think I ever caught your name.
Idran1701: *nods back, smiling, as she goes back to keeping an eye on the loading work...sticking a bit near that pair of possible troublemakers, if that look from earlier was any indication*
Lithaladhwen: IM: We'll see what he does.
Lithaladhwen: (Troublemakers? None here!)
MajorGeneralTso: IM: Should I give out my name? Are we supposed to be secretive...? <.<;;;...Hmmm...I know that there are people out to get us...I guess I should be safe.
MajorGeneralTso: Uuum...Just call me ''Yun'' for now. ^-^;;...
MajorGeneralTso: (Which, if anyone knows any Lanese, it literally just ''Person.'')
Besyanteo: (Greg doesn't. Whee.)
Lithaladhwen: *gives the name on her tickets and other paperwork* Marta Bruner. Nice to meet you. Go ahead and call me Marta.
OMG Priam has entered the room.
Idran1701: (Hey, Priam.)
OMG Priam: (Yo)
MajorGeneralTso: Nice to meet you Marta. *Holds out his hand* I hope this will be a pleasant journey with you.
Lithaladhwen: (We're in the process of boarding a ship out of Kohlingen to Hydrante, Inustan.)
Idran1701: (In Pastgen, that is.)
Lithaladhwen: *holds out a gloved hand to shake and wow... what a light handshake that is! So demure....*
OMG Priam: (Indeed, I've been briefed, briefly.)
MajorGeneralTso: *On the other side, is a Man's Man who fights swords with nothing but his fists. So his battlescars are probably numerous and telling along his hand and arm*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Maybe a hired arm, sent to find out what I'm up to. Looks too beat up to be a true spy, but then... who knows.
Lithaladhwen: You look like you've been through a lot, Yun. What do you do for a living?
MajorGeneralTso: Uuuummm...Odds and Ends Hard Labor for a Small Time...uuuuh...Business...Group. ^-^;;...
Lithaladhwen: Mmhm. *nods with a knowing smile*
MajorGeneralTso: *Sits down on his dryish crate and seems eager to not talk about himself* What are you doing on your way to Hydrante, Marta? Since you know my story...
Lithaladhwen: I have family there. I'm bringing over some Ishmas gifts.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Business group my ass.
Lithaladhwen: Haven't seen them in a while.
MajorGeneralTso: Ah...Ishmas already? I didn't notice with all this travelling...
Lithaladhwen: Not quite. But it's coming up here. Maybe you should think about getting your shopping down early.
Lithaladhwen: *sits down on a wetter crate, apparently unconcerned 'cuz she's got herself a nice coat*
Idran1701: *butting in* I'm hoping to find something over in Hydrante, myself.
Idran1701: *and doesn't seem too terribly concerned about it*
MajorGeneralTso: No...Ishmas isn't quite such a big holiday with my friends and family. The boss would probably make us work anyhow! *Chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* Yeah. Sometimes you have to work through the holidays.
Lithaladhwen: *to the woman* And how long are you staying in port in Hydrante?
MajorGeneralTso: *Welcomes a third person into the conversation* Something?
Idran1701: Not too long, a day or so. Long enough to load up for the return trip, then it's right back here.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Idran1701: And I'm not sure what yet, but I'm going to be keeping my eye out.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Good. In and out. Though I have to wonder.... keeping her eye out?
Idran1701: Hoping to find something for my son.
Lithaladhwen: IM: She's not in on it. I'm being paranoid this time.
Lithaladhwen: You got a kid, then?
Lithaladhwen: How old?
Idran1701: *nods, smiling* He'll be seven next month.
MajorGeneralTso: *Nods* I was supposed to be looking for something as well...for something.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I am really really going off my rocker. But hey. At least if she pulls something, I can always go for the kid.
MajorGeneralTso: (...How long is this from current?)
Lithaladhwen: He coming with us, or no?
Idran1701: (25 years ago.)
Idran1701: Oh, not this trip. We've brought him along on occasion, but I'm having him stay with a friend for this one.
Lithaladhwen: Probably a good idea. Dangerous this time of year. *nods* I'm glad other people have kids. I'm not cut out for that nonsense.
MajorGeneralTso: It's not so bad...There's a certain pride in having a child. *Looks up*
Lithaladhwen: IM: So that's out. But if need be I can try to find him later. Probably won't be necessary, but backup plans are comforting nonetheless.
Idran1701: *still smiling* I said the same thing to myself 10 years ago.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. I think in ten years I'll still be saying it. My lifestyle... is not conducive to raising up a litter of Little-Martas.
Lithaladhwen: *stands* I'm going to go check on my, uh... travelling partner. I'll... be back later.
Idran1701: Ah. I can understand that, yes.
Idran1701: *nods* You two have fun on the trip.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, always.
Lithaladhwen: *heads off to find Greg*
MajorGeneralTso: You as well. *Bows slightly*
Idran1701: *chuckles* And what did you say your name was, again? Yun?
MajorGeneralTso: Y-yes...Yun will do. *Nods*
Idran1701: *nods, holding her hand out briefly, before reconsidering and bowing to him* Paula Casmosis. Glad to meet you.
MajorGeneralTso: Ooo...It is not often I find someone not Lanese bowing in return. *Smiles*
Idran1701: Well, you meet a number of travellers in my line of work.
MajorGeneralTso: *Nods* I'm glad someone has time to expand their vulture when travelling.
Idran1701: (Oh, I hope that wasn't a typo.)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Culture.)
Idran1701: (Darn it. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (Aw.)
Idran1701: (I want an inflatable vulture.)
MajorGeneralTso: (C and V are right next to each other! I please innocent!_
MajorGeneralTso: )
MajorGeneralTso: (Wait wait...Let's say it isn't.)
OMG Priam: (Error in translation =D)
Idran1701: (:D)
MajorGeneralTso: (Maaaaybe.)
Idran1701: ...Excuse me?
MajorGeneralTso: ...Ummm...Learn new things...about other people.
Idran1701: ...Oh, culture. Well, it's hard not to.
MajorGeneralTso: Their Vulture. My Vulture bows as a sign of greeting.
Idran1701: *smirks* Though a few colleagues of mine...
MajorGeneralTso: ...*Smacks himself* Culture. Yes, sorry.
Idran1701: Oh, no, don't worry. Learning a strange language can be tricky.
MajorGeneralTso: I thought I was getting rather good with it too...*Sighs*
Idran1701: I'd say you are. How long have you spoken it?
MajorGeneralTso: I started to learn after I was hired...That was a few years ago.
Idran1701: Well, I think your grasp of it is pretty impressive.
Idran1701: *chuckling* Better than my grasp of Inustani, and I've been going in and out of there my whole career.
Lithaladhwen: (Brb, Brian's home.)
Idran1701: (Tell him some random word from me.)
Idran1701: (He'll know what it means.)
Lithaladhwen: (I told him "papaya.")
Der DWSage: (...Awesome. I'm not back yet, but Sam managed to make a pretty passable version of Sorune for PSO.)
Idran1701: (Sam?)
Lithaladhwen: (Whoo!)
Der DWSage: (I should be more like Sam. :{ )
Idran1701: (Sam Beckett?)
Der DWSage: (Close! Sam Bushman.)
Idran1701: So, what are you doing this far from home, Yun?
MajorGeneralTso: Oh...I was looking for something with a friend of mine when we got into...hot water. So to speak.
Idran1701: Aha. Are they travelling with you today?
MajorGeneralTso: No. We were seperated when we boarded different ships...But I'm sure I'll see him again.
CGNakibe: (Aww. I was hoping for Sam Spade.)
Idran1701: *nod* Well, good luck on that.
Der DWSage has left the room.
MajorGeneralTso: Thank you.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Back. Also, Greg and Anira need to get back up abovedeck.)
Besyanteo: (Kayo)
Lithaladhwen: *Heads back above deck, glancing behind her at Greg and laughing.*
Lithaladhwen: (He got an alias for this trip?)
Besyanteo: *He just looks oddly smug*
Besyanteo: (Nah; Not necesary.)
Idran1701: *looks over to the pair as they emerge, nodding to them*
Lithaladhwen: *waves* Hi guys.
Idran1701: So, what did you think of your room?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, I think it'll work just fine.
Idran1701: *smiles* Glad to hear it. I know they aren't much on this ship...
Besyanteo: *He puts an arm around her shoulders* I think we'll manage.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, we've had worse and paid more. No worries. *smile*
Idran1701: *chuckles* I guess most of the trips I made with Orion, I didn't care much about the quality of the rooms myself.
Lithaladhwen: Where are you bunking, Yun? *little smile*
Idran1701: *to Greg* Oh, I never introduced myself to you two, did I?
Besyanteo: No time like the present.
Idran1701: *holds out her hand* Paula Casmosis. I'll be your ship's mage and third mate for the trip.
Lithaladhwen: *takes her hand* Marta Bruner.
MajorGeneralTso: I actually would rather sleep out here on deck.
Lithaladhwen: It's good to finally meet you.
Besyanteo: *Shakes as well once she's finished* Greg Arvina.
Lithaladhwen: IM: On deck? He'd be safer in his room. Unless he plans to sneak below deck to get to US. Hm.
Idran1701: *nods* Same to you two.
Idran1701: *and looks to Yun, smirking* Won't save you any money on your ticket, if that's what you're hoping, Yun.
Besyanteo: (brb)
MajorGeneralTso: Ah! That wasn't what I was hoping for...I just enjoy the starlight. Hopefully it will clear up much more before I sleep.
Idran1701: Ah. *chuckles* You'd probably get along with my husband, then.
MajorGeneralTso: Maybe it's a guy thing then...*Scratches his chin*
Idran1701: I always thought it was just his family, but maybe not.
Idran1701: *light chuckle, shaking her head* They even name themselves after them.
MajorGeneralTso: Ah...I'm not so fond of them to go that far...
Lithaladhwen: *snorts*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Sentimental crap.
Besyanteo: (back)
Idran1701: Well, I guess I can't complain that much...agreed to name our son the same way, after all.
Lithaladhwen: What's his name?
Idran1701: Idran. If it was a bit later and clearer, I'd try to point it out to you.
Idran1701: If I could remember which one it is, at least...
Besyanteo: *he points* This time of year it should be about... there.
Besyanteo: If not for the clouds.
Idran1701: *nods*
Besyanteo: Just at random?
Idran1701: *smirks* Well, it had to be one I'd approve.
Besyanteo: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Besyanteo: (Conversation: *stalls*)
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry. I was watching Ren pound Stimpy with a saw.)
MajorGeneralTso: (*Pulls out Jumper Cables*)
Lithaladhwen: (Ask Tai if you want clarification on that.)
Besyanteo: (That's fine. I'm just being silly anyway.)
Idran1701: (That doesn't seem to be the most effective way to use a saw against someone.)
MajorGeneralTso: (...I totally have no idea what Ash is talking about.)
Lithaladhwen: (Lies.)
MajorGeneralTso: (...No. Idea.)
Lithaladhwen: ( Tai linked this in the main chat. )
Besyanteo: (MY colors fade to gray~)
MajorGeneralTso: (...)
Besyanteo: (... o_O)
Besyanteo: (.....)
Besyanteo: (Oh god my mind.)
Lithaladhwen: (heeheeheehee)
Idran1701: *notices the lull* So...how long have you two been together?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, well. We're just... um.
Lithaladhwen: Travelling together right now.
Lithaladhwen: >_>
Idran1701: Ah. *smiles* Spur of the moment trip, then?
Besyanteo: (.... Did they actually put this shit on television? )
MajorGeneralTso: Oh...He's going to see your family? *Pats Greg on the shoulder* Tough it through.
Besyanteo: (... Nevermind.)
Idran1701: *to Yun* Hmm?
Besyanteo: (... CRAP.)
Lithaladhwen: (Bes, I think that was probably on the SpikeTV version.)
Besyanteo: (Ashley, you totally killed my attention span with that!)
Lithaladhwen: .....
Besyanteo: (>:-()
Lithaladhwen: He's already met... my family. As it were.
Lithaladhwen: Many of them.
Besyanteo: (Can I bitch for 15 mintues and declare I'm going to my trailer? I have no idea how to pick this up now. o_o;-)
Lithaladhwen: *coughs self-consciously*
CGNakibe: (Primadonna. >:{{{ )
Besyanteo: (I'd like to be!)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh. I'm trying to think of how to continue the paranoia right now. Charles said he'd be online.)
Besyanteo: *seems to have been lost in thought*
MajorGeneralTso: *To Paula* Marta said she was going to see family...So...I just thought with the two of them, he was gearing up for the worst. But it seems to be over. ^-^;;...
Lithaladhwen: Yes, well. He'd like to think that. *smirks*
CGNakibe: (Which Paranoia?_
Idran1701: Ah. *nod*
MajorGeneralTso: (Okay, So I would like to clarify: ''This clip is from the Adult Party Cartoon/Lost Episodes.'')
Lithaladhwen: (The paranoia where everyone on the ship is with the Doman feds)
Idran1701: *was that nod a little slow...nah, couldn't have been*
Idran1701: (How's that? :D)
Besyanteo: (x.x)
Besyanteo: *his face twitches a little, and he seems to come back*
Besyanteo: ... Sorry about that. I've had that problem since I was a child. Took me a minute to realize I was being spoken to. <_<;
Besyanteo: *Funny, Anira remembers nothing about this.*
MajorGeneralTso: No worries.
Besyanteo: (Greg: I have the ADD!)
Idran1701: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: ...*sympathetic nod*
Idran1701: Oh, not a problem.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the fuck? Whatever.
Idran1701: *smirks knowingly* Orion's done that more than once when he's been caught up in his work.
Besyanteo: We all have our little quirks... ^_^;
Besyanteo: IM: Killing that woman when I go home next. e_e
Idran1701: *nods, still smirking* I've heard more than once that I'm punctual to a fault, myself.
Lithaladhwen: (I'm running low on steam, to be honest. I don't know how long I can hang around in here and be active.)
Idran1701: (That's fine with me. We could pick this up in a future session, something of an impromptu plotline?)
MajorGeneralTso: (Ooo...I'm kind of the bad guy. Even though I'm not really, but Marta thinks that.(
Lithaladhwen: (Sure! If we have an OOC thread we can coordinate times and things.)
Besyanteo: (Sure. Also, now I get to go invent a reason why he's going to "Kill that woman"! =D ... I'm probably going to end up abusing telepathy somehow. Whee!)
Lithaladhwen: (Also, Marta is technically the bad guy, since she's the criminal aboard who means to potentially kill another passenger for no damned reason.)
Idran1701: (Heck, with the setting, we wouldn't really even have a problem with a mid-plot new character. I'm sure other characters could have potentially already signed on for the trip. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Yup!)
Idran1701: (Kai: And possibly a couple of crew, depending on how things go. :D)
Besyanteo: (:o)
MajorGeneralTso: (Yaaay!)
Lithaladhwen: (Awesome. We can stop and pick up new passengers if someone's determined to play or whatever.)
Lithaladhwen: (Possibilities!)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. *lurks and logs*)
Lithaladhwen: *heads below deck, presumably to unpack*
Lithaladhwen: </Anira Gellentara>
Idran1701: Speaking of, we'll be heading off in around an hour fifty-three, if you have anything last-minute to take care of in town.
Idran1701: ...Fifty-two.
MajorGeneralTso: ...That was a very fast minute.
Idran1701: *looks askance* ...It was near the end of it.
Besyanteo: (Buh, I thought this was over. x.x ... he totally followed her.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, it's all good.)
Idran1701: (I'm just doing a last bit of write-out. :O)
Besyanteo: (And gets to explain himself!)
MajorGeneralTso: ...Oh.
Idran1701: ...Anyway, I suppose I'll see you again onboard.
Idran1701: *smiling at Yun, she heads back below decks herself*
Idran1701: </Paula Casmosis and also technically Orion I guess>
Idran1701: (Thanks for the RP, all! I had fun. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Hopefully we'll be able to do more!)
Besyanteo: (Indeedy!)
Idran1701: (Indeed. I should be free most evenings for the next one.)
Lithaladhwen: (Aw, Charles just got back!)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn.)
Idran1701: (Well, he can still get in on the next session, at least.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah...I guess.)
Idran1701: (Yeah, still. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (I know. I kinda started this for him. Grr.)
Idran1701: (It happens. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (I was hoping to be able to drag it out until he got back, but no. He has to come back just as we're wrapping up.)
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
MajorGeneralTso: (Hey there.)
CGNakibe: (*STAB*)
PapatymisonN: (Ahoy, ye scurvy knaves...)
Lithaladhwen: (Hi there. Anybody here not totally exhausted?)
CGNakibe: (*STABSTABSTAB*)
Idran1701: (Merchant ship, I'm afraid, Chuck.)
Idran1701: (And I'm not exhausted! :D)
Besyanteo: (I'm planning to be up to about 2 AM anyway.)
Idran1701: (Let me work out some quick ship info and I can get back to it.)
Lithaladhwen: (Great.)
Idran1701: (10 minutes?)
Lithaladhwen: (Sounds awesome.)
PapatymisonN: (I can do merchant ship, no problem.)
Idran1701: (*nod* Great.)
PapatymisonN: (As long as it floats.)
Idran1701: (All right. I'll fill you in on my characters, since they're on the crew as well.)
Der DWSage has left the room.
Idran1701: (OK, Cha finally named his character, and I've got what I can done. :D)
Idran1701: (Bit longer than 10 minutes, but eh.)
Der DWSage has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (SS Hugetanic, ahoy!)
Besyanteo: (Ow. ;-;-)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Idran1701: (The Icarus, actually. :D)
Idran1701: (Got to give credit to Chuck for the name, though.)
CGNakibe: (Good choice, Chuck)
PapatymisonN: (Thanks.)
Besyanteo: (Does this mean we're destined for failure, though?)
PapatymisonN: (No. Just brain-fried embarassingness.)
Besyanteo: (heh)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (Ahoy.)
CGNakibe: (Like a moth to a candleflame.)
Idran1701: (Still got my fonts. :D)
Besyanteo: (only one moment here, then ready)
Idran1701: (I'm ready to get started again whenever everyone else is.)
Besyanteo: (ready)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm okay. I'll start Anira in their room until something piques my interest elsewhere.)
Besyanteo: (And Greg tends to be where Anira is.)
Idran1701: (Paula'll be above decks, keeping a watch for now.)
Idran1701: (And Orion's in the bridge, charting their course for now. He'll probably be coming out to join her fairly soon after they start out.)
PapatymisonN: (Arrin'll be comin' abovedecks t'start his day...)
Idran1701: (Do we still have Tai?)
Lithaladhwen: (Probably not. We did fully intend to stop.)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
Idran1701: (Well, he can come back in future sessions, if any.)
Lithaladhwen: (Aye.)
Idran1701: (All right, then, shall we resume? :O)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Moooo....)
Idran1701: (!)
PapatymisonN: (Woo!)
Lithaladhwen: (!)
Besyanteo: (Whee.)
Idran1701: (You still up for RP, Tai?)
MajorGeneralTso: (Uuuh...Go on without me for now. I'll appear later on if I can. Doing bed-ready stuff now though.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay!)
Idran1701: (*noD*)
Idran1701: (Then since someone should:-)
Idran1701: <RP!>
Idran1701: *stands out on the deck, watching the ocean ahead as the Icarus pulls out of port*
Idran1701: *the rain's since let up, though the clouds still hang overhead, lending a bit of dreariness to the day*
Lithaladhwen: *heads up on deck to stare over the water like angstballs tend to do*
PapatymisonN: *A young, handsome, wellbuilt fella, with long reddish blonde hair comes up from belowdecks, lovin' that wind blowing in his face*
Idran1701: *glances over* Marta! Settle in all right?
PapatymisonN: *he is 42 seconds late for his shift.*
Besyanteo: *The garoujin follows her out, but he seems to have abandonned his armor to his room.*
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Oh, yes. Everything is fine.
Besyanteo: *Sword belt has remained though. He looks slightly irritable as he steps out on deck.*
Idran1701: *nod* Well, your timing couldn't be better...even if his leaves something to be desired.
Idran1701: *calls behind her* Arrin! Can you get over here a second?
PapatymisonN: *heads over, sayin'* Y'should be sayin' Sir, but I'll let it slide fer now, just cuz I likes ya...
PapatymisonN: *this is some talk from someone no older than nineteen*
Idran1701: *smirks* All right, "sir". I've got a passenger here with a request.
Idran1701: Marta, this is the ship's quartermaster.
Lithaladhwen: ...*glances over* Hey.
Lithaladhwen: *looks him up and down*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Yeah, okay.
Lithaladhwen: *is in her mid-twenties*
PapatymisonN: Arrin O'Gellen. Pleased t'meet ya! ^_^ *offers his hand*
Lithaladhwen: *takes it and gives him a much more assertive shake than she did Yun*
PapatymisonN: *returns the solidity*
PapatymisonN: IM: Not bad... not bad at all...
Besyanteo: *He seems to have moved himself over to sit by the railing. He can still see the group from here, though.*
Idran1701: He might look young, but he's definitely...well, he's not horrible at his job.
Idran1701: *still smirking*
Besyanteo: *and vice versa*
PapatymisonN: I'll be runnin' this ship b'fore too long, actually...
Lithaladhwen: All I want is access to my cargo and the meals I paid for. If I can get that from him...*still eyeing him* ...then I've got no complaints.
Idran1701: *nods* She wants to be able to keep her own eye on her shipment on the trip, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: What be yer cargo, that it needs sittin'?
Lithaladhwen: That's my business. It isn't any danger to anyone on board.
Lithaladhwen: That's all you need to know.
Lithaladhwen: I wouldn't cause problems for the crew or passengers.
PapatymisonN: ... well, I... don't see the problem with 'at...
Idran1701: *and here comes Orion, down from the bridge*
PapatymisonN: I'll go find that for ye.
Idran1701: IM: ...Hmm. All right.
PapatymisonN: 'Ey! Orion! Mind if I make love t'yer woman tonight? Been havin' the itch somethin' fierce... ^_^
PapatymisonN: *this is a regular gag of Arrin's*
Idran1701: *and like always, he doesn't quite know how to respond* ...Er...it's...that's still no, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: ...*laughs*
Idran1701: *chuckles*
Besyanteo: IM: ... OH god. Am I going to have to beat the shit out of him for the sake of the character?
Besyanteo: *laughs!*
Besyanteo: IM: Let's hope not.
PapatymisonN: Oh well. P'raps tomorrow night, then. ^_^
Idran1701: *and gives Orion a quick hug and a peck* Keep dreaming, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: Wit' pleasure.
Idran1701: So, everything all right on the bridge, Orion? *reluctant smile* Oh, yes, it's...it shouldn't be any problem. Charted this route dozens of times, after all.
Lithaladhwen: ...Well.
PapatymisonN: Now! T'yer cargo, miss... come wit' me...
Lithaladhwen: Glad to see everybody gets along. I would like to check on it, thanks.
PapatymisonN: *heads belowdecks to the hold*
Besyanteo: *Waits to see if she beckons him or not*
Lithaladhwen: *follows, waving for Greg to come*
Idran1701: Think you'll need any help, Arrin? Big ship.
Besyanteo: *Over he goes!*
Idran1701: Hate for you to get lost again.
PapatymisonN: I know this ship like the back o'me 'and, Paula. I think I c'n manage...
Idran1701: *chuckles* All right.
PapatymisonN: Back in a moment...*heads down!*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
PapatymisonN: (I like their relationship already. ^_^)
Idran1701: (:D)
Besyanteo: *followfollow!*
PapatymisonN: Now... *takes the clipboard* Marta, right? Sorry, didn' get yer las' name...
Lithaladhwen: Bruner.
PapatymisonN: ... ah! Right at th'top. This way....
PapatymisonN: *heads past crates...*
Lithaladhwen: *follows, noting where stuff is*
PapatymisonN: *slaps his hand on a crate* Here be yers. Y'were needin' t'get inside, right?
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
Lithaladhwen: It's locked, or should be.
PapatymisonN: Yes, says that here... ... kay...
Lithaladhwen: I don't carry keys. *pulls some lockpicks from a pocket of her coat*
Besyanteo: *just watches silently by 'Marta'.*
Lithaladhwen: *pops the lock and then sits on the crate* I can take it from here, quartermaster.
PapatymisonN: o.o Er... I think I got the keys here... *digs in his pocket*
Lithaladhwen: If there are keys, I want them.
Lithaladhwen: *snaps her fingers impatiently* Come on. Give them over.
PapatymisonN: *pulls out the ring, and after flipping through a few keys, finds those, and pulls it off the ring*
PapatymisonN: ... this IS yers, right?
Lithaladhwen: Yes. But I don't carry or use keys. Keys can be stolen and used by anyone.
Lithaladhwen: Fewer people can open things without keys. That makes it more secure.
PapatymisonN: *rolls his eyes, and hands it over* Yer a funny one...
Lithaladhwen: That's what all my man friends tell me.
Lithaladhwen: *pockets them*
Besyanteo: *just smirks*
Lithaladhwen: I want to check these in private. I'll be above deck in a bit.
PapatymisonN: *puts his keys away* Hey. I got good track o' everythin' down 'ere. Anythin's out of place, and it'll be hell to pay, unnerstan'?
Lithaladhwen: I won't touch anything. But threaten me again and you'll beg for hell, quartermaster.
Lithaladhwen: I promise your cargo is safe from me.
Besyanteo: IM: SOmeone's casual.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Gods. Rank and file bullshit.
PapatymisonN: ... ^_^ Glad we unnerstan' each other.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. So am I.
PapatymisonN: *heads up*
Lithaladhwen: You want to see what we're shipping, Greg?
Besyanteo: Sure.
PapatymisonN: *goes to see Paula*
Lithaladhwen: *She opens the crate and pulls aside packing material to reveal a lot of metallic shit.* You ever use a gun, Greg?
Idran1701: *above decks, Orion's holding Paula, the two looking out at the ocean in a cliched pose*
Besyanteo: ... Not once, no.
Lithaladhwen: Are you at least familiar with them?
PapatymisonN: Arr! Y'two have a room, doncha? Go use it if yer gonna be "knowin'" each other...
Besyanteo: In the sense that I hear alot about fool valthi blowing themselves to hell when the things fuck themselves.
Idran1701: *rolls her eyes* ...Oh, is she still below?
PapatymisonN: She needed privacy.
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles* Well, when used properly they're excellent ranged weapons. Never been my style, but I have contacts who'll have use for them.
PapatymisonN: Frankly, don' trus' her as far as I can throw 'er. And that's about as far as off th' port bow.
Lithaladhwen: That's what these are, and that's why we're keeping an eye on this crate.
Besyanteo: *nod*
Idran1701: *moves a bit further from Orion, still near him though* ...Oh? What is it?
Lithaladhwen: Worse comes to worse, there is ammunition loaded in here as well. If something happens, I'll open this for us and we'll.... do what we have to do to resolve the issue.
Lithaladhwen: Hopefully that shouldn't be an issue.
PapatymisonN: Jus'... givin' me bullshit 'bout not threatenin' 'er... Just doin' me job, and I get attitude.
PapatymisonN: Doesn't bode well, my opinion.
Idran1701: ...Hmm. I think we should keep an eye on her.
Idran1701: Something happened out on the dock too.
PapatymisonN: About t'make that an order.
PapatymisonN: ... oh?
Besyanteo: Whatever you say boss. *he glances towards the door*
Idran1701: Some sort of thing between her and another passenger, Yun.
Lithaladhwen: *locks the crate up again* Good. We should have the only keys to this now.
Idran1701: Thought a fight was about to break up, but she was all smiles a minute later.
Besyanteo: You sure know how to make a man paranoid, though.
Lithaladhwen: I'm tempted to toss them overboard, but we may need them.
Idran1701: *break out
PapatymisonN: I can be, too, after a scrap...
Lithaladhwen: You'll find that I am a wary person, Greg.
Idran1701: Wasn't even a fight, though.
Besyanteo: *he just nods again*
Idran1701: And he wasn't even going to be on this boat. Came on not even two and a half hours before we left.
PapatymisonN: Yeah, 'eard about him...
PapatymisonN: ... we're deffinitly keepin' bot' our eyes on her an' her boy...
Lithaladhwen: So, I'm pretty sure that as long as we keep a tight handle on who can access the cargo and who can't... whatever Yun tries to pull will be irrelevant.
PapatymisonN: I'll let th'Cap'n know too.
Besyanteo: (... I need to not see Yun as that oriental kid from that series of flash movies. If I could rmemeber the damn name.)
Idran1701: *frowns* Well, I hope...nothing happens. I hate it when things go...they go bad like that.
Lithaladhwen: If something happens to me, remember that I've got the keys and try to get to them before anyone else does.
Besyanteo: Right.
Lithaladhwen: This cargo has to get through and you may have to do it in my stead.
Besyanteo: I understand.
Idran1701: I wouldn't worry, 'rion. Got enough eyes, I'm sure she wouldn't think of pulling anything.
PapatymisonN: Or she'll see the sharks soon enough, tha's for sure...
Besyanteo: (What's sad is I actually talk a little like this. If I'm not just nodding repeatedly.)
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Should we head up? Maybe they'll think we're fucking down here or something. I can't decide if that's good for our cover or bad for my reputation on this boat.
Idran1701: *smirks* We do still have a brig, Arrin.
MajorGeneralTso: (...Oriental Kid? <.<...)
Lithaladhwen: (Man! Is she really that shifty?!)
PapatymisonN: Pah! Brigs. Fer soft cap'ns, that's what it's for!
Besyanteo: I'm thinking the latter. If we want to pretend we're screwing, we have a perfectly good room to use.
Lithaladhwen: Agreed. Well, better head up. I'm sure the birds are gossiping on deck. Maybe we need to cut that short.
Besyanteo: (Gyuh. I'll find one of them in a minute. x_x)
Idran1701: Let's keep it quiet, though.
Idran1701: We don't want to offend them if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
Besyanteo: *And... up they head?!*
PapatymisonN: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: *They do.*
Idran1701: *still being held by Orion near the edge*
PapatymisonN: *w* Speak o' Reshtaha...
Lithaladhwen: *As they reach the deck, she sighs, runs a hand through her hair, and pulls her brown leather gloves back on.*
MajorGeneralTso: *Comes up almost right behind the pair, yawning a bit*
Lithaladhwen: Thanks, quartermaster. Everything's fine. I appreciate you taking care of things.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't like the way he talks to me.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Too chummy, and then he threatens me. I don't like it.
PapatymisonN: *nods* Jus' doin' m'job, Miss Bruner.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Something's going on.
MajorGeneralTso: Oh...We're on the way already. *Looks at the passing scenery*
Lithaladhwen: Marta is fine.
PapatymisonN: Marta it is.
Lithaladhwen: >_> Hi there, Yun.
Lithaladhwen: How've you been? Haven't seen you in, oh, half an hour. Been ages.
MajorGeneralTso: *Raises a hand* Hello Marta.
MajorGeneralTso: ...I suppose being away from me can seem like a long time...*Mock Ladies Man Pose*
Besyanteo: (Dr. Tran!)
MajorGeneralTso: (Oh! Score.)
Besyanteo: (I had to have Sarah help me. Fuck. x_x)
Lithaladhwen: *laugh* Well, luckily I've had Greg to keep me busy. He can serve in a pinch. *wink at Yun*
MajorGeneralTso: (...That was a great flash vid. I totally forgot about it...)
Idran1701: *chuckles*
Idran1701: So, how have you settled in, Yun?
PapatymisonN: *goes off to see to ship stuff*
Besyanteo: *just looks really, really fucking smug*
Idran1701: Quarters're too your liking, I hope, even if you won't be using it.
MajorGeneralTso: I'm sure he wouldn't be happy if I were to keep you busy.
Idran1701: *them
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
MajorGeneralTso: My room is fine. *Thumbs up* I imagine I'll see it more than twice.
Idran1701: I'm glad to hear it.
MajorGeneralTso: How long have we been moving for...? *Approaches the edge of the deck and leans over* Come to think of it, how long will we be at sea? <.<;;...
Idran1701: If any of you are hungry, we'll be having dinner in...two hours and thirt- *clears his throat* -...*smirks self consciously* ...a little over two hours.
Lithaladhwen: Sounds great.
MajorGeneralTso: *Nods*
Idran1701: Hmm? Oh, four days to a week, depending on the weather.
Idran1701: If this wind...if it stays like this, I'd say probably...almost five.
MajorGeneralTso: Ah, That's not such a long time...
Lithaladhwen: IM: So my intel about the ship was good at least. It's fast. This should work out okay.
Idran1701: *smiling amusedly* Unless pirates attack, of course.
Lithaladhwen: Gods help them if they do.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Now wouldn't that be amusing. I have to crack out my contraband and arm the whole damn ship.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'd be pissed.
Idran1701: *chuckles* I'd say the excitement wouldn't be minded, but I don't want to jinx the trip.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks in return* I guess.
PapatymisonN: *returns to the bow*
PapatymisonN: *tosses a wet cloth at Orion* Y'are workin', right?
Idran1701: *almost smirks back* Not exactly...not much work to do right now, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: True, but still some.
PapatymisonN: Also, I'm orderin' you to smile.
Idran1701: I'm freelance, Arrin.
Der DWSage has left the room.
PapatymisonN: Y'got the prettiest lass on th'ship, an' y'have MY company. It's every reason t'smile.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Idran1701: *amused* Smile, dear.
Lithaladhwen: IM: If I wasn't so sure he was going to follow me around the ship watching me like a hawk, I'd almost like him.
Besyanteo: IM: ... YEah, I can't imagine he'll become a real problem.
Idran1701: *rolls his eyes, but does* Well, I guess...can't argue with that, can I?
PapatymisonN: Yer damn right!
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and pushes away from the siderail, muttering to herself in Goblin*
Lithaladhwen: Any possibility of getting a drink on this ship?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I should have grabbed some Valthka before we left. I was too keyed-up to even think about it.
PapatymisonN: Yer speakin' my language, Marta! T'the mess!
Idran1701: Drinking? On this ship? Arrin, have you ever heard of such a thing?
Idran1701: (Swap those!)
PapatymisonN: (Done!)
Lithaladhwen: (Noted!)
Besyanteo: (youtube refusing to work for anyone else?)
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Hey, Sage.)
MajorGeneralTso: (...Works fine for me.)
Idran1701: (Same here.)
Besyanteo: (:-()
Idran1701: (And welcome back, Sage.)
Besyanteo: (IT hateses me. ._.)
PapatymisonN: (Yes it does.)
PapatymisonN: *follow me*
Lithaladhwen: *follows* I follow you to booze. I need a glass of Valthka.
Lithaladhwen: Going to lose my mind.
PapatymisonN: Oh, th'Valthka's the tip o'the iceberg on THIS vessel...
Besyanteo: *Follows as well. Because... ... Fuck it. Booze is reason enough.*
Idran1701: Have fun, you lot.
Lithaladhwen: Great. As long as I can get a glass of it.
PapatymisonN: I likes me drink, an' bein' Quartermaster, I made sure we had ample supplies...
Lithaladhwen: *rubs her temples* Diese wird eine lange Reise sein. Great, I'm glad.
Lithaladhwen: That's great.
PapatymisonN: Though I had to promise Cap'n I'd ditch it first thing in case o' trouble...
Idran1701: (I almost know what that says!)
PapatymisonN: *gets to the mess, and gets a bottle of Valthka*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. In case of trouble, I'll help you defend the stash.
Lithaladhwen: Important stuff.
PapatymisonN: I'll save a bottle jus' fer you.
Lithaladhwen: That's sweet, thanks.
Lithaladhwen: *pours a whole damned wineglass full of Valthka, as per her usual*
Idran1701: *turns her head to their other guest* So, Yun. Anything else you want to know while you're here?
PapatymisonN: *gets himself a mug o' honeymead*
Besyanteo: Personally I could go for some well spiced rum, if you've got it.
MajorGeneralTso: *Thinks for a moment* ...No. I can't think of anything now.
MajorGeneralTso: Oh, Wait. You've done a lot of travelling, right? <.<...
Idran1701: *smirks* I'd say so, yes. The both of us, actually.
MajorGeneralTso: ...Do you know where I could find a great Bonsai Tree?
Idran1701: *nods a bit delayed*
PapatymisonN: ... are y'kidding?
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles* You're on a ship.
Lithaladhwen: I think they can hook you up.
PapatymisonN: We've got more rum than th'gods, son!
Idran1701: ...Hmm. Afraid I've never heard of those.
Idran1701: What sort of tree's that?
PapatymisonN: Y'said spiced, right?
Besyanteo: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: *sips her Valthka*
MajorGeneralTso: Curses. It figures that old man is into something no one knows about...
PapatymisonN: *tosses him a bottle*
Besyanteo: *snatch!*
Besyanteo: *decork*
Besyanteo: *Glug.*
Idran1701: Aha. Looking for a gift yourself, then?
MajorGeneralTso: It's...a very small kind of tree. People enjoy pruning them as a hobby sometimes.
Lithaladhwen: IM: A few days. It's just a few days. I hate this. Not controlling my destination.
Idran1701: Hmm. Interesting-sounding hobby.
MajorGeneralTso: Hey hey!...I may have a son, but I'm not so old yet. *Grins a bit*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I hate ships. Someone else navigates, arranges everything.... it just isn't right.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I hate not being in charge. I don't even know these people.
Lithaladhwen: *more valthka disappears*
PapatymisonN: *pours himself a third glass... wow, he's on his third already?*
MajorGeneralTso: It's a hobby for people with too much patience and not happy enough waiting around to age, really...
Idran1701: *chuckles* Oh! I never introduced you two. Yun, this is Orion. Orion, Yun. You'd probably have a bit to talk about; he's a fellow stargazer.
Idran1701: *perks up* ...Oh, really?
PapatymisonN: ... an' I'm done. *puts down the mug*
PapatymisonN: *the empty mug*
MajorGeneralTso: Ah...From what I hear, I'm not as accomplished as you in the art. ^-^;;
Besyanteo: IM: Bah. Opens his throat and doesn't taste any of it. Waht a waste.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I need to slow down on this shit. I always drink too much on boats, and then I puke. Which is awful. Right now I don't need that. If I do that, they won't respect me and I won't be able to keep them in line.
Idran1701: Oh, no, no...I've drawn a few charts, but...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Need to keep control, as much as possible. At least until we're back on land.
Idran1701: *smirks* He's always selling himself short.
Besyanteo: *Rum! Drinking! and silence. Because talking is over rated.*
MajorGeneralTso: Well...Modesty isn't such a bad thing, is it?
Idran1701: I don't know...when you're as skilled as he is, sometimes a bit of bragging doesn't hurt.
Lithaladhwen: *pushes the wine glass away once it's empty... the woman's probably just finished about four shots*
PapatymisonN: ... I should get back up top.
Lithaladhwen: I think I'm good. Thanks.
Idran1701: *glances around nervously* They aren't...they're not that great, Paula.
PapatymisonN: No problem.
Lithaladhwen: Remind me to buy you a drink or a girl or something when we get to Hydrante.
MajorGeneralTso: Well, It's also important to have pride in your work. True!
PapatymisonN: ... best stick with a drink. Girls are too much trouble.
Lithaladhwen: Betcher ass they are.
Besyanteo: IM: Must. Not. COmment.
Lithaladhwen: Women are horrible creatures.
Besyanteo: ...
Besyanteo: *glug*
Lithaladhwen: I should know.
PapatymisonN: Agreed. But, they sure got created well...
CGNakibe: (Silence is good. Silence is DEEP.)
Besyanteo: (SIlence prevents drunken butt pirate jokes.)
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* Yeah, well.
Lithaladhwen: That's nice.
Idran1701: *amused* I suppose as long as I keep reminding him, that's good enough a replacement.
CGNakibe: (Go forth and PLUNDER~!)
Besyanteo: (And thus unecessary flesh wounds.)
Lithaladhwen: (Indeed.)
MajorGeneralTso: At least one of you two have pride in it then. *Nods*
PapatymisonN: What? Y'don' like yer own gender?
Lithaladhwen: You don't see me fucking them, do you? I don't bother with women when I can help it.
Lithaladhwen: Bad enough they want to talk to me about shoes.
Lithaladhwen: I can't imagine trying to get up their skirts.
Lithaladhwen: Nightmare.
PapatymisonN: The trick is to let 'em talk as little as possible...
PapatymisonN: Oh, and to liquor
PapatymisonN: 'em up good.
Besyanteo: *he chuckles at the pair of them.*
Lithaladhwen: I don't know and have no opinion. *glances at her empty wineglass*
Besyanteo: (Spike: ... *stab*)
Idran1701: Well, I'm sure he wouldn't mind showing you one of these charts, right 'Rion?
PapatymisonN: I c'n respect that...
Idran1701: ...Well, I guess...I wouldn't _object_ to it.
Idran1701: *half-hearted glare to her*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Fucking boats.
PapatymisonN: ... >.o Somethin's up with you...
Lithaladhwen: With me? I'm about to be drunk when the valthka hits. Maybe that's it.
PapatymisonN: ... you don't like bein' on boats.
Lithaladhwen: Oh. That.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, it's probably obvious. But... you do what you have to do. I couldn't trust anyone else.
MajorGeneralTso: I wouldn't mind learning a little bit more if I have the chance.
Idran1701: *smiles back to Orion* I'll keep watch, you two can get to talking shop.
Besyanteo: ( http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=582764 832&n=2 )
Idran1701: Yes, well...I should...I should probably get back to the bridge anyway...I've got them kept there.
MajorGeneralTso: Shall I follow you then?
PapatymisonN: ... you passengers an' yer secret pasts...
Besyanteo: *drinks!*
Lithaladhwen: My past is full of immigrants and weaponry.
Idran1701: *nods* It's this way.
Lithaladhwen: Nothing too interesting. At least, nothing stands out.
Idran1701: *and he heads off to the bridge!*
Lithaladhwen: I just don't like boats.
Lithaladhwen: (In the tone of Hakaril's "My past is full of drinking and polymorph spells.")
Besyanteo: (I like that quote more than I should.)
Idran1701: (Hak: That sword story? Total lie. I used to be a chair!)
CGNakibe: (Others would point out that this is probably part of his future too.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, probably.)
MajorGeneralTso: *To the Bridge!*
Idran1701: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: Let's hope.
Idran1701: *motioning off to the side, as the others glance towards him and his new visitor* The chart room's...that's it, there.
Idran1701: *off to the room* Just a guest, Captain!
PapatymisonN: That way, you're more fun. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: ...I'm rarely described as "fun," quartermaster.
MajorGeneralTso: *Waves to the crew as he's looked at*
Lithaladhwen: Not by people who know me.
PapatymisonN: I'll have t'see t'that...
Besyanteo: I dunno.
Besyanteo: >_> We have fun.
Lithaladhwen: This is fair.
Besyanteo: IM: I think she's getting too drunk for both our sakes.
Lithaladhwen: It's nice to have... travelling company.
Idran1701: *he ducks in himself, grabbing a scroll off the shelf and pinning it to an empty board next to the ship's chart* This is one here...autumn sky...oh, from Kohlingen, of course.
Lithaladhwen: IM: At least I know that if I freak out and go off the deep end with the paranoid bullshit, someone can give me a reality check.
Lithaladhwen: But you know... I think that I've had enough fun for one evening.
PapatymisonN: Glad t'provide it.
Idran1701: It was about...I think...a month's work? Maybe a...a little less.
Lithaladhwen: *stands, keeping one hand on the table to steady herself*
Besyanteo: Wanna head back to the room?
PapatymisonN: Aye, me too... should see if I'm needed above...
MajorGeneralTso: How far could a person go and see...generally the same sky? *Looks at the Chart*
Besyanteo: *offers her an arm to hang off of.*
Idran1701: Some...some official numbers from the DGC, some of my...my own measurements.
Idran1701: Hmm? Oh...er...a ways.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Sounds like a plan. I'll see you for dinner later. *takes the arm, only half for the sake of appearances*
Besyanteo: *And... off they go*
PapatymisonN: *heads to the deck...*
MajorGeneralTso: *Nods, accepting that as a number down to the decimal*
Idran1701: That'd be...hmm...
PapatymisonN: *Paula still up there?
Idran1701: Probably a thousand miles, at least.
PapatymisonN: *
Idran1701: *yep!*
Lithaladhwen: *they get to the room, and Anira just sits down, rubbing her temples* This is crazy shit. I should just get a book and chill the fuck out.
Idran1701: *glances over to Arrin* You're still standing?
PapatymisonN: Keep tellin' ya, I'm not a drunk...
Besyanteo: Yeah... I think you hit the booze a little too hard for our own safety in there. >_>
Lithaladhwen: S'why I wanted to leave.
Besyanteo: *Goes about locking the door and suchlike*
MajorGeneralTso: Wow...That's good to know, because I'm unsure when I'll be around this area again. ^-^;;
Idran1701: *smirks* Hey, as long as you're swaying less than the boat, I can't complain.
Besyanteo: Atleast the kid went and got himself plenty drunk too.
PapatymisonN: Trick is drinkin' JUST enough so that you sway WITH th'boat.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, that's always good.
Lithaladhwen: I'm sure he's better off that way.
Lithaladhwen: I just don't like drinking in crowds. Generally if I'm really interested in boozing up, I do it alone where it's safe.
Idran1701: Well, I could...probably give you a copy of this, if you'd like.
Lithaladhwen: Where's my damned book. *pulls out some crazy Goblin thing or other*
Besyanteo: Also, there's a reason why I drink from a bottle when on mission.
Idran1701: *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: And why's that?
Idran1701: And our passenger?
Besyanteo: *gestures to the bottle... which doesn't seem to have lost very much boose at all since it was opened.*
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Lithaladhwen: Good man.
PapatymisonN: ... still hard t'read.
Besyanteo: *Corks it and sets it aside*
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad I hired you. I don't generally hire outside my usuals, but I had a hunch about you.
MajorGeneralTso: Really now?...Hmm....
PapatymisonN: That she used lockpicks on her own crate was what threw me...
PapatymisonN: Maybe I read her wrong, maybe I read her right.
Idran1701: She did? Strange.
PapatymisonN: She hasn't showed 'er 'and yet...
Idran1701: ...Maybe it's not her crate?
Besyanteo: Glad you appreciate me. *he rummages through some personal things*
Lithaladhwen: Good man. *slightly sloppy salute* I try to show my appreciation for a job well done. You'll find that anybody I hire is pretty well set.
Lithaladhwen: I don't like leaving good people unattached, if you know what I mean. I'd rather they work for me.
PapatymisonN: Had her name on it. It's what she brought. Far as we're concerned, it IS her crate.
Idran1701: I guess.
PapatymisonN: I'm jus' wonderin' what's IN it, is all...
Besyanteo: Heh. Right. ...You gonna be ok to sleep that off? Or should I stay up in case you need to be turned on your side?
Idran1701: *shrugs* Well, if things turn, we can always give it a shipper's inspection.
MajorGeneralTso: (I totally need to go to bed! Enjoy RPing, you peoples!)
Idran1701: (Night, Tai!)
Besyanteo: (LAters.)
Lithaladhwen: Oh, I'm okay. This is nothing. I'll take about an hour, and then I'll be mostly okay. In about twenty minutes, I'll be really fucked up. That'll pass.
Idran1701: She didn't give you any information about that, then?
Besyanteo: Right.
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks, Tai!)
Lithaladhwen: (You scared the bejesus out of Anira!)
Besyanteo: IM: Humans get drunk with disturbing speed.
Idran1701: (:D)
PapatymisonN: Didn't ask.
Idran1701: *nod*
PapatymisonN: Doubt she'd have told me anyways.
Besyanteo: (Fun fact: Garoujin don't get drunk any slower to my knowledge,)
Besyanteo: (Greg is just a self important dick. =D)
Idran1701: *frowns; a rare sight for Paula* I've got a bad feeling about her, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Idran1701: And this matter with her cargo's not helping any.
Besyanteo: (Alsop: Local time ICly?)
Idran1701: (Probably about an hour and a half until dinner. So...4:30-5?)
Besyanteo: (Right.)
PapatymisonN: Agreed. But we can't do anythin' now...
Besyanteo: IM: Too early to just go to sleep.... Hm.
CGNakibe has left the room.
Besyanteo: IM: Nothing for it. Just have to sit and wait until she gets her wits back. ... "fun".
Idran1701: Yeah. But too many steps out of line from her, and I'm thinking we should check that cargo.
Besyanteo: *he grabs a clothe and a small tin of polishing cream*
Besyanteo: *And by dinner, that thing will shine baby.*
PapatymisonN: Not a problem.
Lithaladhwen: *grabs her book of Goblin whatever-the-hell and sits sullenly, reading until her buzz wears off*
Idran1701: What about her...boyfriend, or lover, or whatever?
Idran1701: What's your feeling about him? He didn't talk much before we came on board.
PapatymisonN: ... what about him? e_e
Besyanteo: (Arrin: ... He's fuzzy? *shrug* And drinks rum.)
Besyanteo: (Paula: I sense a lurker!)
Besyanteo: (Arrin: Oshits!)
Idran1701: He say anything interesting while you two were boozing down there?
Lithaladhwen: (Anira: *stabs everybody in the face and then drinks herself into a stupor because she hates boats*)
PapatymisonN: That'd require him to say ANYTHING.
Idran1701: (Boat: *hits some doldrums*)
PapatymisonN: Barely said 3 sentences.
Besyanteo: (Wow, did I do that much even?)
PapatymisonN: (... no.)
Idran1701: (:D)
Besyanteo: (hee.)
Idran1701: Hmm.
PapatymisonN: What are y'thinkin'?
Idran1701: *looks suspicious about that, but doesn't say anything in that vein* Not sure yet. I think we should just keep out the watch come dinner, and see how things go.
PapatymisonN: *nods* Y'make a good third mate, Paula.
Besyanteo: (Gollum's Song~)
Lithaladhwen: (Good song.)
Besyanteo: (Indeedy.)
Idran1701: *smirks* You're just saying that because you know I don't want your job.
Besyanteo: (Also: Ready to jump to dinner whenever everyone else is.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm cool.)
Lithaladhwen: (Can this be like Rocky Horror Picture Show where we're all in our underwear and we're eating Eddie?)
Besyanteo: (Greg: ... I can't. I'm trying to cut down on my trans fats. >_> )
Lithaladhwen: (*laughs*)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: ... and damned if I ain't lucky for it. ^_^
Besyanteo: (And if you can think of a reason for the ship to all be in underwear, I'd go for it.)
PapatymisonN: (REady to jump.)
Idran1701: (Anyway, fine with me too. The timeskip, not the underwear thing.)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira wears red underwear. Just so you all know.)
Lithaladhwen: (Sometimes bright blue just 'cuz.)
Lithaladhwen: (Back to your regularly-scheduled RP.)
PapatymisonN: (... commando. <.<)
Idran1701: (This is something I have never thought about for my characters, and I'm not sure how to react to it being on my mind now.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, he would.)
Lithaladhwen: (Poor Idran. Sorry.)
Besyanteo: (Greg goes boxxers, but the script would demand stockings.)
Idran1701: (With fur? Ow.)
Besyanteo: (or whatever they're called.)
Besyanteo: (And yes, ow. =D)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah! Go Bes!)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Dinner. Then the floor show.)
Besyanteo: (I think the wearing would be easier than the applying...)
Idran1701: (Deck show.)
Idran1701: (It's a boat.)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Idran1701: *TIMESKIP?!*
Lithaladhwen: (YES)
Idran1701: *mess hall!*
Lithaladhwen: *Anira's now basically sober.*
Idran1701: *Passengers and crew are gathered, interspersed amongst one another, with the exception of the Captain's Table, of course*
Besyanteo: *Comes to dinner! In clothes! No one is dissappointed by this. >:. Again, the armor is left behind, but the sword is kept. He seems entirely sober.*
Idran1701: *and by a "random quirk of fate", the PCs all happen to eat near one another probably?*
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah.)
Lithaladhwen: (It's customary or something.)
Besyanteo: *Plot device Mr. Frodo, plot device.*
Idran1701: (If by "random quirk of fate", one means "I've got my eye on you, missy.")
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Pretty much. Gather 'round the crime lord, kids. The valthka's fine.)
Idran1701: (...Though without the horrible fallout one would get from _actually_ calling Anira "missy".)
PapatymisonN: *on his fifth beer of the night*
Idran1701: *the food's not great, but it's food!*
PapatymisonN: ^_^ *happy*
Lithaladhwen: (Everyone assumes my characters are uncontrollably violent sociopaths. I wonder if that means something.)
Besyanteo: *eatting at an even pace. No alcohol for me, thanks. Fresh water is nice when all the rest of it smells of salt.*
Lithaladhwen: (Hm. Would you tell me if I was a sociopath?)
PapatymisonN: (No no no... just... UP to something.)
Idran1701: (I haven't yet.)
Lithaladhwen: *eats, because she needs food to live*
Idran1701: *salted beef and various vegetables, with drinks for the choosing*
PapatymisonN: (Although Zea, yeah, violent sociopath. <.<)
Besyanteo: (Michael: Liez. =P)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, see?)
Idran1701: *Paula and Orion taking wine with their meals; mediocre wine, but still wine*
Lithaladhwen: *ice water for Anira, for great hangover prevention*
PapatymisonN: (The first thing I heard about her is that she intentionally moved to the slums so she could kill people who broke in and experiment on their corpses.)
Lithaladhwen: (....Well, sure.)
Idran1701: (That was about the fourth or fifth thing for me, but yeah.)
Lithaladhwen: (But that's different.)
PapatymisonN: (First impressions, girlfriend. First impressions...)
Lithaladhwen: (=D)
Idran1701: (Holly seems nice enough, though!)
Besyanteo: *eatting, eatting, eatting in siiiii~lence....*
Lithaladhwen: (This is fair.)
Idran1701: (A nice girl, the type you'd never suspect of that sort of thing.)
PapatymisonN: ... *stands*
PapatymisonN: A toast!
Idran1701: (...i.e., the type that is always one doing that sort of thing.)
PapatymisonN: ... to... ... to...
PapatymisonN: ... someone help me out here. >.<
Idran1701: ...Booze?
PapatymisonN: BOOZE! HERE HERE!
Besyanteo: IM: ... Works.
Idran1701: *shakes her head to Marta* Every trip.
PapatymisonN: *clinks glasses*
Besyanteo: *toasts*
Idran1701: *follows suit, as does Orion*
Besyanteo: *drinks to it,*
PapatymisonN: *sits, happy* ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *toast are great*
Besyanteo: *and eats in Siiiii~leeeeence...*
Idran1701: (GASP)
PapatymisonN: ... does anyone feel like a sea shanty?
Idran1701: Not in the least, Arrin.
Besyanteo: No thanks. <_<
Lithaladhwen: I haven't had nearly enough to tolerate that kind of inappropriate entertainment. *grins at Greg*
Lithaladhwen: Maybe later.
PapatymisonN: Oh, come on... where's yer sense o' fun?
Besyanteo: *just smiles slyly at her*
PapatymisonN: I'll start...
Idran1701: *smirks to her* I hope it's still been enough to tolerate the food here, though.
Lithaladhwen: The food's great, thanks.
PapatymisonN: *he's really going to start singing. Last chance to stop him.*
Lithaladhwen: Quartermaster. Please? Have a seat.
Lithaladhwen: There's still food.
Der DWSage has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: If you don't eat it, it might go to waste.
Besyanteo: *Ears flattan against his skull.*
PapatymisonN: .... alright... *eats*
Besyanteo: (LAaaag.)
PapatymisonN: But I'll 'ave you know I have a WONDERFUL singin' voice...
Idran1701: *still amused* Arrin, I'll stop you myself if I have to.
Besyanteo: (That should go with him preparing it sing.)
PapatymisonN: ... y'keep sweet talkin' me like that, an' I may start flirtin' wit' ye... That'd be a BAAAAAAAD idea...
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: *snicker* I have plenty of bad ideas, but this is neither the time nor the place. *wink*
Idran1701: Oh, I'm sure Orion could handle you.
PapatymisonN: I'm sure.
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
Idran1701: *...actually starts chuckling a bit strongly*
PapatymisonN: *smirks at Marta, just a bit...**
Lithaladhwen: IM: They're entertaining if they can be kept under control....
Besyanteo: IM: She makes my job so very easy.
PapatymisonN: ... so when do we sing?
Besyanteo: (... Hn.)
Idran1701: *ignores that* So, the first night of...five, 'Rion?
Idran1701: Just...should be, yes.
Idran1701: Hmph. Well, you might find this fine, Marta, but it's always my least favorite part of these trips.
Idran1701: You'd think I'd be used to salted beef by now.
Lithaladhwen: The food? I've had worse. I mean, I've had better. I'm family friends with a lot of goblin chefs.
Lithaladhwen: But hey. Just eating is nice sometimes.
Idran1701: ...There are goblin chefs?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, yes.
Lithaladhwen: They're great.
Besyanteo: *earflick*
Besyanteo: IM: I don't think the ocean is agreeing with me... I feel like sleep.
Idran1701: Hmm. I'll have to look into that. Can you find them anywhere in Kohlingen, do you know?
Lithaladhwen: Probably not. A lot of them are migrants. There are plenty in Doma, so if you're in the area, check it out. They're great if you can get them, but for now I'm enjoying just having some assurance food is here.
Idran1701: Ah. I'll keep it in mind, but I've never been one for long overland travel.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* To each his own.
Besyanteo: IM: ... Eugh. But I have to wait for Anira and pretend to have wild animal sex later, without any of the pay off normally involved.
Lithaladhwen: (Hee.)
Besyanteo: IM: ... Alternatively, I did just get a bottle of Rum.
Idran1701: Besides, I've heard the city's gone somewhat...downhill.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* No shit, man.
Lithaladhwen: Lot of people are in dire straights. It's no good.
Lithaladhwen: I've got a lot of people calling in favors and loans, just trying to get by. But hey. Whaddaya do?
Lithaladhwen: They're my people, so whatever.
Lithaladhwen: *sips her water*
Idran1701: Your people?
PapatymisonN: ...
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Friends, near-family, random people.
PapatymisonN: *listen*
Idran1701: Ah. *nod*
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
Idran1701: What do you do, anyway? Are you a merchant?
Lithaladhwen: Yup.
Lithaladhwen: It's how Greg and I met. We were... thrown together on business. *grin*
Idran1701: *chuckles* I have about the same story for me and Orion.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Married people....cripes.
Besyanteo: And things sort of escalated from there. *innuendo? ... Well, not a good one.*
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* As they tend to do.
Besyanteo: (mUst. Type. Less. Shitty.)
Besyanteo: (And faster.)
PapatymisonN: IM: Uh huh... an' I'm bonnie prince Charlie...
Idran1701: *smiling* Yes, I...that's something I'm familiar with. Almost 9 years ago, for us.
Lithaladhwen: Wow. Good work.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Didn't know people still did that nowadays. The whole long-term relationship thing. Interesting. Must be different when you've got money.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Nice shipping business running passengers and cargo... relieves stress to know you'll be eating tomorrow.
Idran1701: Thanks. I've enjoyed it.
Besyanteo: (And now, I need to go set up the fax machine and get some stuff ready.)
Lithaladhwen: ('kay!)
Besyanteo: (Then I might go hide in bed until morning.)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh. I may be headed in that direction as well.)
Besyanteo: (Because I'm like, ready to faceplant by now. x.x)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
Idran1701: (I'm OK with cutting here, picking it up again later, if you two'd like.)
Lithaladhwen: On that note.... I'll leave you two sickeningly devoted kids alone... and I think Greg and I are going to, uhm. Retire.
Lithaladhwen: For the evening.
Lithaladhwen: See you tomorrow?
Idran1701: *nods, smirking* Have fun.
Lithaladhwen: Hey. Everybody needs a little.
PapatymisonN: *tipsy...*
Besyanteo: *he stands, and makes his way out with Marta.* We'll try not to keep you all up if we can.
Lithaladhwen: Night, quartermaster.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
PapatymisonN: *nods, drunkenly*
Lithaladhwen: *waves to the others and heads out*
Besyanteo: *smmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuug*
Idran1701: Oh, I'm sure we can..."forget" about any noise complaints.
Besyanteo: *and off they go!*
PapatymisonN: *stops*
Lithaladhwen: IM: How nice of them. Ignoring the...eh...complaints.
PapatymisonN: *swaying, that is*
PapatymisonN: ... somethin's off.
Idran1701: ...What's...what is it, Arrin?
Besyanteo: (Arrin: ... No wait. Just gas.)
Lithaladhwen: </Anira>
PapatymisonN: I dunno...
Lithaladhwen: </For real this time. I think.>
PapatymisonN: Even more than before... somethin's ... off.
Lithaladhwen: (Bes: She's okay sharing the bed with him as long as he doesn't try to cuddle or anything.)
Lithaladhwen: (That would somehow be worse than trying to screw her.)
Idran1701: ...If it were anyone else, I'd say you were too drunk to tell me and Marta apart right now.
Besyanteo: (When your money maker is another person, you try not to piss them off. :o)
Besyanteo: (His back will be turned.)
PapatymisonN: I drank more in the womb.
Lithaladhwen: (So no cuddling! All is well!)
PapatymisonN: ... I got it.
Besyanteo: (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I go)
Idran1701: (Night, Bes!)
Lithaladhwen: (Bye, Bes! Thanks for playing!)
Besyanteo: (... aftyer he says this.)
Lithaladhwen: (You made much fun for us all!)
Besyanteo: (also: =D)
PapatymisonN: They say they're off to go make th'beast with two backs, complete wit' howlin', yeh?
PapatymisonN: Ever even seen 'em kiss?
Besyanteo: (They have, actually.)
Idran1701: ...Actually, yeah, before they came on board.
Lithaladhwen: (Eh. He gave her a peck on the cheek before they got on board. Arrin wasn't there.)
Idran1701: Not much of one, though.
PapatymisonN: An' 'at was the only time.
Besyanteo: (Oh snap, gentlemen.)
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Besyanteo: (*goes*)
Besyanteo has left the room.
PapatymisonN: (At least let the poor boy finish his detective moment, Iddy...)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm here with ya.)
Idran1701: *nods*
Idran1701: (OK, go ahead and keep Sherlockin' it up. :D)
PapatymisonN: Fer "passionate lovers", they sure don' touch each other much.
Lithaladhwen: (Damn right. I lend the Holmes seal of approval to this RP.)
PapatymisonN: Hell, I think she's more interested in ME than him... hell, the MASTHEAD than him...
PapatymisonN: (Heh... Masthead. Sounds dirty... ^.^)
Lithaladhwen: (She likes the yardarm, too.)
Idran1701: (They usually look dirty too.)
Lithaladhwen: (Would you like to climb her rigging?)
PapatymisonN: (Woo! Wooden boobies!)
Lithaladhwen: (Or drop anchor in her lagoon?)
Lithaladhwen: (Possibly fire a cannon through her porthole?)
Idran1701: (There's some pun here about "crow's nest", but I can't seem to find it.)
Lithaladhwen: (Raise the ol' Jolly Roger?)
Lithaladhwen: (Find out why they call sailors "salty dogs?"
Lithaladhwen: )
Lithaladhwen: (I can keep going.)
Idran1701: ...I'd say he's right, Paula.
Idran1701: (Who's asking you to stop?)
Idran1701: *there's that nervousness again* Remember when we first...well, when we started...seeing each other?
Lithaladhwen: (Too many jokes about blowing the man down, really.)
Lithaladhwen: (There's nowhere else to go.)
PapatymisonN: (Swabbing the poopdeck?)
Lithaladhwen: (....Depends on whether or not she really likes ya.)
PapatymisonN: (Walking the plank?)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira: *shivers your timbers*)
Idran1701: ...*smirks* All right, I think you might have a point, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: (Wow. There are FIFTEEN MEN on that dead man's chest. o.o)
Idran1701: (Yo ho ho.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, well. Wait till you see hers. Or that booty.)
PapatymisonN: (AND a bottle o' rum.)
Lithaladhwen: (Men have died to get some of that booty.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira: So, uh, Arrin. That's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard! )
Lithaladhwen: (For great innuendo.)
PapatymisonN: Thank ye.
PapatymisonN: I am good fer somethin'...
Lithaladhwen: (And, in Greg's defense, she's not any more attracted to anyone else here than she is to him, including Arrin. None of the guys here are her type.)
Idran1701: (Not even Orion? :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Not her type.)
Idran1701: (I thought stammering nerds were all women's types.)
PapatymisonN: (If that were true, all RPGWW men would have girlfriends all the time.)
Lithaladhwen: (What Charles said. Also, I don't have to tell any of you her type! Ha!)
Idran1701: (Hey! I don't stammer.)
PapatymisonN: (Neither do I. That's not the important part.)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
Lithaladhwen: (Greg and the Hyrals are the only people she's gotten along with in CIRPs so far.)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
Lithaladhwen: (Austin Hyral because he didn't find out about her criminal activities until after he'd decided to be nice to her.)
Lithaladhwen: (Greg because he... well, works for her.)
PapatymisonN: (What, we can't add Arrin to the list? They may have had a BIT of friction initially...)
Lithaladhwen: (She doesn't get along with you if you spend all your time wondering when she's going to cut your throat. If she likes you, you'll know.)
Lithaladhwen: (Can we kick the perentheses?)
Idran1701: Sure!
Lithaladhwen: *ahem*
Der DWSage: Sorune:*Writes that down as tip #943 in 'What not to do around dangerous women.' Right under 'Never trust a woman witha knife.'*
PapatymisonN: Yo.
Der DWSage: Hi. I'm mentally dead right now.
PapatymisonN: I am wired.
Lithaladhwen: Hey Sage.
Idran1701: Hi, Mentally!
Der DWSage: I'm wearing the flannel to prove it. :{
Lithaladhwen: Whoo!
Lithaladhwen: Anyway, Idran. Thanks for giving us something to do!
PapatymisonN: As in, I can stay awake for ages, but head + pillow = GONE.
Idran1701: I'm...not sure if I'm tired or not.
Lithaladhwen: It's always helpful.
Idran1701: And no problem! 'Twas fun. :D
Lithaladhwen: Hopefully we can RP the last leg of the voyage at some point.
PapatymisonN: Thanks for starting it up after I was gone so long. I appreciate it.
Idran1701: If I can think up stuff besides "more sailing", maybe this could be stretched into a 3-parter, even.
PapatymisonN: ... the Kraken?
Lithaladhwen: I think that's asking for schedule issues, but I'll be around for another session on Sunday.
Der DWSage: Pirates?
Lithaladhwen: Not the bloody kraken. You can't kill that with guns.
Idran1701: Something besides pirates and kraken.
PapatymisonN: Leviathan?
Lithaladhwen: And that's all Anira has to contribute. Her crazy cache of weaponry.
Der DWSage: ...Dammit, I have an idea. >_>
Der DWSage: Sea serpents playing Marco Polo.
Lithaladhwen: ....Yeah, okay.
PapatymisonN: Sure.
Lithaladhwen: I think you need sleep, dude.
Der DWSage: It may be the sleep depriviation getting to me, but I find the mental image hilarious.
Idran1701: Sunday probably...won't work for me, actually. Got a ton of homework to take care of.
Lithaladhwen: Ah, okay.
PapatymisonN: I can define Arrin's fighting skills.
Lithaladhwen: Monday evening is okay for me if we start and finish early.
Lithaladhwen: Also, Anira's going to need a sheet, I guess.
Lithaladhwen: And a wiki page.
PapatymisonN: I want someone to describe it as "... fucking CRAZY... o.o".
Idran1701: Yeah, I should probably draw up PS sheets for them too, just for fun. :D
Idran1701: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: She's been played enough that I have no excuse not to give her a wiki.
Lithaladhwen: She's not even mentioned on Myrnal's though.
Lithaladhwen: So no one'd really find it.
Idran1701: It can be a surprise easter egg.
Lithaladhwen: *snicker*
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe.
Lithaladhwen: We'll see what happens.
Lithaladhwen: G'night, and thanks for your time and effort, friends!
Idran1701: Night!
PapatymisonN: Later.
Lithaladhwen: *fwip*
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