You have just entered room "beepbooppastgenrp."
Idran1701: Anyone else that might want to be on a boat, or should we just go with the four of us once Chuck gets in? :D
Lithaladhwen: Ask Dave.
Besyanteo: Ha. I hope he plays Alex.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: And possibly Lex.
Idran1701: Both are possibilities!
FFFan80 has entered the room.
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Besyanteo: !
Lithaladhwen: People!
Idran1701: Hey, both. :D
PapatymisonN: Whee! Hi!
Besyanteo: *wave*
Lithaladhwen: *attaches to Lex's head*
Lithaladhwen: *waves to Dave*
Lithaladhwen: *from on top of Lex's head*
LovelyJester: o_o
LovelyJester: I've got a chick on my head.
Besyanteo: Hawt
PapatymisonN: ... now, in a situation like this, do you get the spray, or the crowbar?
LovelyJester: Crisco!
Idran1701: Since I can't remember what I used in part 1, this is now Orion's font.
PapatymisonN: Girl-on(top of)-girl action!
CGNakibe has entered the room.
Idran1701: Hey, Shaun!
CGNakibe: (PastGen Computar mabob?)
PapatymisonN: *Arrin's up*
Lithaladhwen: http://mysidia.org/rpgww/Anira_Gellentara
Lithaladhwen: *Anira is ready.*
Idran1701: Yep! A boat from Kohlingen to Hydrante's the setting.
Idran1701: This is picking up somewhere between a few hours and a couple of days into the trip.
LovelyJester: (Lex has no character, so will watch. )
LovelyJester: (*oh yeah, watches that shit*)
Idran1701: So, Kai, I don't have my log from part 1 on this computer. Any chance you could set up the "last time on..."?
PapatymisonN: (Like you don't have a character with a parent who has an excuse to be on a boat.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. And if you want it, it's on Anira's wiki.)
Besyanteo: (Actually,)
Besyanteo: (How old is Jinx?)
Besyanteo: (Vamp and all.)
PapatymisonN: (She's already been established to be not there, and still evil.)
Besyanteo: (Ah. Kay.)
Idran1701: (Just going to skim the last bit of the log really fast, get myself back up to speed where we left off.)
PapatymisonN: (*at the ready*)
Besyanteo: (Ahhh. We just went to bed.)
Idran1701: (Yep. And Arrin was a bit suspicious of the whole deal.)
Idran1701: (So, folks not in part 1, either crew or passengers would work fine, I imagine!)
Idran1701: (And I'm ready to go whenever you all are.)
Besyanteo: (NOW. I HAVE A QUESTION.)
PapatymisonN: (I'm ready!)
Lithaladhwen: (Ready. Anira Gellentara AKA Marta Bruner is ready to go.)
Idran1701: (Bes: ?!)
Besyanteo: (How observant is Orion? :o)
Besyanteo: (Mmm. CAndy cane.)
Idran1701: (Hmm...depends on how busy he is. He's a bit absent-minded when he's distracted by work or some interest.)
Besyanteo: (Heh. This will be fun.)
Idran1701: <Orion and Paula>
Lithaladhwen: <Anira>
PapatymisonN: <Arrin O'Gellen>
Besyanteo: <Greg>
Idran1701: (Dave, Shaun, you two lurking too for tonight? :O)
Besyanteo: (... That sounds like a yes!)
Lithaladhwen: (....cricket....cricket....)
Idran1701: *Weather seems a bit calmer the next day. There's still a bit of a breeze, but the ship remains fairly steady, with barely any more than the minimum of swaying*
Besyanteo: (Shaun claimed lurking over IM, I know.)
Besyanteo: *He's up early, wearing a light shirt and pants, watching the ocean*
Idran1701: *Paula keeps watch again for today, while Orion keeps himself busy aiding the pilot in navigation within the captain's cabin*
PapatymisonN: *Arrin had the early shift, so he's up in the crow's nest, watching the horizon...*
Besyanteo: *And he's still wearing his sword at his hip.*
PapatymisonN: *or he would be, were he not asleep on his feet*
Idran1701: Ah, good morning, Greg. *smirks* Pleasant night, I hope?
Lithaladhwen: *is getting dressed and putting on the requisite concealed weapons*
Besyanteo: *He grins wolfishly. Har har, pun.* Definitely.
PapatymisonN: v.v *still has the telescope pointed out to sea*
Idran1701: Glad to hear it. Hope you're enjoying the trip so far.
Besyanteo: *his grin fades though* ... I hear something strange this morning, but it's hard to tell what.
Idran1701: ...What's that?
PapatymisonN: *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...*
Idran1701: *keeping an ear out herself*
Besyanteo: The ocean is killing my ears and nose. .... But it reminds me of a saw.
Idran1701: ...*glances upwards* Ah, right.
Besyanteo: Hm?
Besyanteo: *follows the look*
PapatymisonN: v.v vov v.v
Idran1701: *shouting up to Arrin* Captain on deck!
PapatymisonN: o.o B'GAH! *drops the telescope!*
Besyanteo: *goes to catch it*
Idran1701: *slows its fall with a flick of the hand*
Besyanteo: ... Nice trick. 9_9
Lithaladhwen: IM: Now if I go up on deck, let's see how long it takes for all conversation to stop. Perhaps it's better if I stay belowdecks for a bit. Let them enjoy their morning.
PapatymisonN: ... ... VERY FUNNY.
Lithaladhwen: *blah blah girly morning things*
PapatymisonN: I should keelhaul the both of ya!
PapatymisonN: ... 'r somethin'...
PapatymisonN: Now pass that back up there, I'm still keepin' watch, and my eyes aren't THAT good!
Besyanteo: *quietly* You'd have a hard time of it, friend.
Idran1701: *chuckles* Ah, you know this ship wouldn't last a month without me!
Idran1701: I'll take it to him.
Besyanteo: *hands it over!*
Idran1701: *taking it, she starts the climb up*
PapatymisonN: Ha! A month! A month is what it'll take for them to realize you're GONE!
Idran1701: *poking her head up* Over here, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: ... oh. Alrighty...
PapatymisonN: *opens his hand*
Idran1701: *hands it over, smirking* Take it you're not spotting anything either?
Besyanteo: *heads back to the rail!*
Besyanteo: IM: I'd like to crush both their skulls for yelling... Eugh. >_<
PapatymisonN: Not as of yet... but the moment I spy the Kraken or Leviathan, y'll be the firs' t'know...
PapatymisonN: *says it Crack-en and Levia-tan...*
Idran1701: And if you spy both?
PapatymisonN: I'll let ye have a nap, as there's not man nor beast that could save us.
Besyanteo: (hawt legendary tenticle beast action!)
Besyanteo: (Arrin: *grabs the pictomancer*)
PapatymisonN: May as well ENJOY the last few moments, eh?
Idran1701: *chuckles, glancing down towards the rail, lowering her voice to just barely be heard over the ocean* Spot anything new a bit closer since last night?
PapatymisonN: ... and what do ye mean by that?
Idran1701: You've been keeping an eye out, just in case, right?
Idran1701: *smirks* Or did all the booze wash it from your memory?
Lithaladhwen: *heads up above-decks, wearing her beloved wool trenchcoat and gloves*
Besyanteo: *Greg's in easy view, if she cares*
Lithaladhwen: Morning, all.
PapatymisonN: Land's still far off, if that's what yer gettin' at...
Lithaladhwen: *waves to Greg*
PapatymisonN: It's an ant inchin' towards us, it is...
Idran1701: ...*rolls her eyes*
Besyanteo: >_> Hey honey. *smiles. ... MAn that's unsettling.*
Idran1701: (brb)
Besyanteo: *All those sharp teeth...*
Lithaladhwen: *goes to stand up by Greg, leaning on him a little* So. Is anything about to come up on us and kill us?
PapatymisonN: *calls down* You'll know by the cannonball layin' on yer bed!
Besyanteo: 9_9
Besyanteo: ... That's really unfair. My ears are shot, and he gets to overhear us and yell in my ears. >_<
Lithaladhwen: *looks up*
Lithaladhwen: Good to know! *thumbs up*
Besyanteo: (yell in them*)
Besyanteo: ... But yeah. I don't see anything out there just yet.
Lithaladhwen: Hm. Good.
Lithaladhwen: IM: If we have trouble I'm going to be pissed.
Besyanteo: (Nessy: Is this a bad time?)
Besyanteo: (Also: IDran is still afk folks)
PapatymisonN: (Kay. *waits*)
Besyanteo: (*Does a Barrel Roll.*)
Lithaladhwen: (*does the polka*)
PapatymisonN: (*does his taxes*)
FFFan80: (*does the hustle*)
Lithaladhwen: (doodoodoot doodoo doodoo dootdoo)
Besyanteo: ( *combines these things* )
Besyanteo: (... but not taxes. Fuck those.)
Idran1701: (Back. Sorry about that, had to grab dinner.)
Lithaladhwen: (Food is good. You need it to live.)
Besyanteo: (Greg: Oh right... That thing I need to do to not die...)
Idran1701: *still lowered voice* I'm refering to some of our passengers, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: ... One eye on the sea, two on them.
CGNakibe: (Do a Barrel Roll?)
Idran1701: *nods* Good to hear it.
Besyanteo: (Paula: ... Oh dear god. I hired a shipmaster who doesn't know basic math. o_o)
Lithaladhwen: *to Greg* So how much longer?
Idran1701: *and she descends, looking over Marta and Greg as she does, giving a smile towards them*
PapatymisonN: (Arrin: It's embellishin', ya low-expectin' sea wench. Yeesh...)
Besyanteo: *gives on of those unsettling, tooty smiles. Why does he always do that?*
Idran1701: (Bes: Even better, Arrin outranks Paula technically. :D)
Besyanteo: (Ha)
Lithaladhwen: *waves to Paula*
Besyanteo: (ALso: Do we know how much longer till we make port?)
Idran1701: Glad to see you're up and around too!
Idran1701: (Couple of days or so.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm tired of being stuck on a ship with people watching me and taking care of me at the same time.
Idran1701: How was your night?
Idran1701: Beyond the obvious, of course.
Besyanteo: Plenty relaxing.
PapatymisonN: *stares at the horizon, in all degrees...*
Lithaladhwen: Good to see you, too. Had a head full of rocks when I woke up this morning after last night's... indulgence... but it was worth it.
Lithaladhwen: What's the weather expected to be like?
Idran1701: Should stay like this. Might be a small bit of rain a few hours before we pull in, a bit of wind. But nothing too horrible.
Lithaladhwen: Good deal.
Idran1701: How long are you two staying in Hydrante for, anyway? Making a full vacation of it, or just stopping there on the way to elsewhere?
Lithaladhwen: Stopping there. We've got other places to be, but I'm looking forward to seeing the city.
Lithaladhwen: You know the place well?
Idran1701: Not as well as Kohlingen, but well enough.
Idran1701: *smirking* Wanting some recommendations?
Lithaladhwen: Hell yes. We're not going to be there long. I want to know where the good food is. *smirk*
PapatymisonN: *calls down* Try the fish!
Lithaladhwen: 9_9 ...'kay.
Besyanteo: IM: Thanks for the useless contribution...
Idran1701: Don't listen to him. If you're in Inustani, you don't want fish. You'd have to have the more native cuisine.
Idran1701: There's a great restaurant for that not far from the pier...what's the name...
Lithaladhwen: *spread her hands wide* Educate me.
Lithaladhwen: I am in your hands.
Idran1701: ...<some Inustani name>, that's it.
Lithaladhwen: ...I'll try and remember that.
PapatymisonN: (Gruffin's Cove!)
Idran1701: (That's Inustani?)
PapatymisonN: (I assume anything that sounds vaguely doglike is Inustani.)
Idran1701: (I was going for Spanish, myself. :D)
Besyanteo: (El Casa de Henrique)
Idran1701: (Sure!)
Lithaladhwen: (*laugh*)
Besyanteo: (Complete with translation error!)
Idran1701: Gotta warn you, though, it's a bit hot if you're not used to it.
Lithaladhwen: Hot food kills me. I'll be careful.
Besyanteo: *he nods as well...*
Besyanteo: *and can't hel4p but rub his nose thinking about it*
Besyanteo: IM: Spicey food... Sinuses would fucking explode.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the hell am I supposed to do? Stand and talk about Inustani food?
Idran1701: (Poor garoujin. :D)
Besyanteo: (It's like yelling "LICE" into a room of teachers.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: I mean, I love small talk as much as the next impatient and stressed-out bitch, but this is insane.
Besyanteo: (They all scratch their heads and look around nervously.)
Idran1701: Anything else you're interested in? Might know a few more spots to recommend.
Lithaladhwen: IM: But if I don't, they'll get suspicious. So I have to stay up here and "be friendly."
Lithaladhwen: That's about it. I like to eat, and so does just about everyone I know. We'll figure something out.
Besyanteo: ... You know,
Lithaladhwen: IM: Of course. Packs of goblins? Not eat? Yeah, okay.
PapatymisonN: ... *twitches his mouth, and gets a swabbie to switch spots with him*
Besyanteo: If you know of a good hotel, that would help.
Idran1701: ...A hotel?
Idran1701: (Gah, happened again.)
Idran1701: Thought you two weren't staying long?
Lithaladhwen: (Font GETTO.)
Besyanteo: Well yeah. We're not likely to head out the same day, though. o_o
PapatymisonN: (From tha STREETS.)
Lithaladhwen: Well, a few days isn't long, but it does require a roof.
Besyanteo: I'm going to need to get my land legs back, personally.
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is so boring. I want to go read. I hate this crap.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm not trying to steal from them, and I'm not trying to cover for someone who is. Why are we just STANDING here making small talk?
PapatymisonN: *walks past the group, giving Anira... oh, sorry MARTA... a look before heading for the hold...*
Idran1701: El Capa Azul has some wonderful rooms, and it's not too spendy.
Idran1701: *La
Besyanteo: ... *flashes a glance at Arrin*
Lithaladhwen: *leaves Greg's side with a roll of her eyes and turns to look out over the water*
Lithaladhwen: Good to know, thanks.
Besyanteo: Hey, deckhand.
Besyanteo: Keep your eyes to yourself, huh? e_e
Lithaladhwen: IM: If he touches my cargo, I'll...*smirks*
PapatymisonN: *heading, in fact, STRAIGHT for that hold, grabbing the keys...* Sure thing, Pal...
Lithaladhwen: It's okay Greg. I can talk to him.
Lithaladhwen: *steps away from the rail* You need something, Arrin?
Besyanteo: ... Right. *still looks a little tense*
Idran1701: *keeping an eye on the scene for now*
Besyanteo: *Like, angry husband/jealous boyfriend tense*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Greg is great. Just defensive enough to look all silly and jealous.
PapatymisonN: *stops JUST before goin' down* Oh, me? No. Just ... checkin' on things in the cargo bay... Nothin' t'worry your head over. ^^;
Besyanteo: ... What were you sayying, Paula?
PapatymisonN: IM: *mental image of putting a worm on a hook*
Lithaladhwen: My head worries over a lot of things.
Besyanteo: (If he's going to examine the crates, I'd remind you: )
Lithaladhwen: Particularly my own privacy.
PapatymisonN: This shouldn't be one of them.
Besyanteo: (We showed him what the cargo was. o.o)
Besyanteo: (So... he does know.)
Lithaladhwen: (No, she showed GREG what the cargo was.)
Idran1701: (Indeed.)
Idran1701: (Not Arrin.)
Besyanteo: (Arrin was there I thought?)
PapatymisonN: (Nope.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh hell no.)
Besyanteo: (Huh.)
Idran1701: (Nope, that was after.)
Besyanteo: (My bad. :-( )
PapatymisonN: Now, lissen...
Idran1701: ...Ah, right. La Capa Azul. The service there is great as well.
Lithaladhwen: I hope it shouldn't. Because if I have to worry about my privacy and security on board, I'm going to be rather cross.
PapatymisonN: *guides her back to the rail* It's a beautiful day. You can gaze out at the sea for hours and not get bored.
Besyanteo: La Capa Azul... I think I can remember that. *he makes a show of trying to calm himself*
PapatymisonN: Plus, you'll have first eye of any marauders, right? ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *twitches away* Please don't touch me.
Besyanteo: *head snaps over*
Lithaladhwen: You are NOT ready for the consequences of that, good or bad. *smirk*
Lithaladhwen: IM: He's cute, but he couldn't handle me in a fight OR in bed.
PapatymisonN: Oh ho HO! A challenge if ever I heard one.
Idran1701: *notes Greg* ...Arrin, maybe you should go.
Lithaladhwen: IM: A little young, too.
PapatymisonN: (No one's seen him in a fight yet. ^_^)
Lithaladhwen: (Nope!)
Besyanteo: IM: ohgodmyheadnauseashouldn'thavedonethat
PapatymisonN: When I'm good 'n' ready...
Besyanteo: e_e+ IM: Don't get sick... just look mad...
PapatymisonN: ... and that'd be now.
PapatymisonN: *bows* Ladies.
PapatymisonN: Gentlemen.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
PapatymisonN: *heads belowdecks*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Jackass. But an honest jackass. He's making no secret that he thinks I'm up to something. Admirable when it isn't annoying me and stressing me out.
Besyanteo: ... Model crewman, eh? *half growl*
Idran1701: Ah, he can be a bit hard to handle at times. But he's a good sailor.
Idran1701: Wouldn't have the rank he does if he wasn't.
PapatymisonN: *sneakily grabs a bunch of bananas before heading to the hold*
Besyanteo: *grunt*
Lithaladhwen: I trust that he's a good sailor.
Besyanteo: *he heads over to Anira*
Lithaladhwen: IM: But beyond that I don't trust him at all.
Idran1701: *smirks to Greg* And you don't have to worry about him with Marta. He's all talk.
PapatymisonN: IM: I'll stay down here till I'm satisfied they're NOT freakin' out, or they come to see what I'm up to...
PapatymisonN: *gets that worm on the hook thought in his mind again*
Lithaladhwen: He may be. But there's some talk I don't appreciate. Certain subjects tend to escalate pretty quickly from just talk.
Besyanteo: *and he whispers to her* I feel ill... I need to go lie down or I'm going to blow our cover. ... Just pretend I'm going to let off steam or something.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to him and pats his shoulder compassionately*
Besyanteo: *and, he makes a show of walking below decks, looking tense*
Lithaladhwen: Take all the time you need, honey.
Idran1701: *nod* I'll speak with him. He might be my superior, but he'll listen.
Idran1701: *to Greg* Something wrong?
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* Your superior?
Besyanteo: ... Just need some space for a minute.
Besyanteo: *continues!*
PapatymisonN: *leaves the hold, and quietly closes the door, JUST as Greg is passing by*
Idran1701: *and to Anira, smirking back* Technically. We're a bit less formal than all that.
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad. I'd rather have you bossing him than the other way 'round, honestly.
Besyanteo: *He's focusing on not vomitting. He doesn't notice, unless Arrin is right out where he can be seen*
PapatymisonN: *oh yes.*
Besyanteo: (Ah, he's entering the area, not leaving then. Well.)
Besyanteo: ... *he stops and glares*
PapatymisonN: Ahoy.
PapatymisonN: *bites his banana*
Idran1701: *chuckles at her comment but says nothing, resuming her own watch out at sea*
Besyanteo: You folks might be into that port to port thing, buddy, but if I catch you looking at my girl that way again, I'll break you in half.
Besyanteo: *shoves on past*
Lithaladhwen: (Awww.)
Besyanteo: IM: gogogogogogogogogogo
Besyanteo: *and enters his room just a liiiiittle too quickly*
PapatymisonN: ... *can't help but laugh...*
Besyanteo: *shutting the door hard behind himself*
Besyanteo: (What can I say? I never give my characters good constitutions. :o)
Idran1701: (:D)
Besyanteo: *INSIDE! ... He'll promptly go be miserable in the comfort of the provided bed for a while.*
PapatymisonN: *returns to the poop deck* My oh my... not got his sea legs yet, does he?
Idran1701: ...Eh?
Idran1701: Ah, is that what that was about?
Lithaladhwen: Go easy on him, Arrin. Neither of us are much used to travelling this way.
Lithaladhwen: For... uh... slightly different reasons, but still.
PapatymisonN: It's fine. Jus' can't help laughin' at the landlubbers, is all...
PapatymisonN: Y'amUSE me.
Lithaladhwen: *grins* I don't know and have no opinion.
Besyanteo: (Jet: *charges a quarter*)
Lithaladhwen: (Damn right. She'd pay him, too.)
PapatymisonN: Fine by me... *calls up to the watch* We still raider free, feller?
Lithaladhwen: You expecting trouble, Arrin?
Idran1701: *he calls back* Aye!
PapatymisonN: Better to expect it and be disappointed than not expect it and be surprised.
Idran1701: *speaking up a bit, to get Arrin's attention* Arrin, I'm going to go talk with 'Rion for a bit now that you're back. That all right with you?
Lithaladhwen: I guess. *frowns*
PapatymisonN: *waves* Aye, off wit' ye! We'll engage in th'affair when ye get back!
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Idran1701: *rolling her eyes at him, she heads off to the pilot room for now*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Bastard. Crazy bastard.
Lithaladhwen: I would like to tell you... if there's a problem I want to be the first to know after the crew, all right? The safety of this ship is my safety, too, and the safety of my cargo.
Lithaladhwen: *turns to look over the water* So just give me a heads-up.
PapatymisonN: An' that cargo's worth it's weight in gold... *nods* Ye'll be high on me go-to list.
PapatymisonN: ... an' if it's gold, that'd be mighty amusin'.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Maybe it is. Maybe it's stuffed animals.
PapatymisonN: Stuffed wit' diamonds...
PapatymisonN: Or maybe it's an ancient artifact an evil sorcerer's gonna use to destroy the world.
PapatymisonN: ... or a hat.
PapatymisonN: I'd like it to be a hat.
Lithaladhwen: You got me. It's a hat.
Lithaladhwen: A really big one.
Besyanteo: (Therapist Joe Says: Arrin would be shitty at Pictionary.)
PapatymisonN: (... Bes loses a point for referencing Blind Date.)
PapatymisonN: Ah. My suspicions were correct all along.
Besyanteo: (=P)
Idran1701: (Seem like a good spot for a timeskip here to anyone else? :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Sure.)
PapatymisonN: (Fine by me.)
Besyanteo: (... Bagaga?)
Besyanteo: (Sorry, was distracted)
Idran1701: *Time rolls on; wind's picking up a bit, to Greg's chagrin, but no rain quite yet. Things start to grow dark, and with sunset's still a bit off, no sign of raiders or the like quite yet.*
LovelyJester: (BAGAGA!)
Idran1701: *Paula and Orion are offshift for now; Paula sits in the common room reading, while Orion keeps an eye out at the forecastle, watching the stars start to come out for the night.*
PapatymisonN: *Arrin's managin' the men on crew, keepin' them at the ready for a possible storm...*
Lithaladhwen: *Anira is reading in her room!*
Besyanteo: *Also in the room, actually recovering some now that he's not violently whipping his own head about*
PapatymisonN: C'mon, c'mon! Strap down those hatches! Don' want to be caught with our pants down, now do we?
Idran1701: *And a ship is spotted in the distance! Doesn't appear to be a raider; it's stopped, and has a distress flag up at the moment.*
Idran1701: *Looks to be in an area that Arrin'd recognize as having some nasty shallow shoals.*
PapatymisonN: o.o Ah, bloody...
Idran1701: *And all aboard can feel the ship start to turn; looks like the captain's having them help out.*
PapatymisonN: Prep th'lifeboats! Get this rig in as close as y'can, then send out the skiffs and pick up any lost souls!
Besyanteo: Uhnn...
Lithaladhwen: *looks up* ...the hell?
Idran1701: *noticing the turn herself, Paula heads abovedecks* What's up?
Besyanteo: An.... Marta... >_< They mention anything about a course change to you...?
PapatymisonN: We got us a wreck t'assist...
Lithaladhwen: ...No. We need to get up there.
PapatymisonN: Musta got a rock in their belly...
Besyanteo: *groan*
PapatymisonN: Blasted idiots.
Besyanteo: Yes Ma'am.
Idran1701: ...Aha. Right.
Lithaladhwen: *tosses her book of Goblin fairy tales to the chair... and you KNOW that Gaeran fairy tales are screwy shit*
Besyanteo: *stands*
Lithaladhwen: You all right, Greg?
Idran1701: *starts the prepwork for the rescue*
PapatymisonN: (And the little goblin girl got that dildo for her birthday, and they all lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!)
Besyanteo: ... I'll be better after some proper sleep. Nothing we can do about it right now.
PapatymisonN: *gatherin' up his doctorin' supplies*
Besyanteo: (... No. Go sit in the corner.)
Idran1701: (And wear the hat too, Chuck.)
PapatymisonN: (... well, let's see what YOU come up with in 30 seconds... )
Lithaladhwen: If you need to stay belowdecks, feel free. I can go up myself.
Besyanteo: (Frying pan.)
PapatymisonN: (*puts on the cap, sits in the corner*)
Besyanteo: (Possibly a vorpal frying pan.)
Besyanteo: (Or a rolling pin.)
PapatymisonN: (With +1 damage against undead?)
Besyanteo: (Nah; Chocobo.)
Besyanteo: (Especially the liver.)
Besyanteo: (And the pancreus)
Lithaladhwen: (Bes! Are you referencing my RP?!)
Besyanteo: (=D)
Lithaladhwen: (*squeals and tackleglomps*)
Idran1701: *taking a look out as she works, calling back to Arrin* Nah, look at the facing. Looks like one of the Doman patrol skiffs got blown into the shallows.
Idran1701: Must have hit a heavy gust.
Besyanteo: (She's so easy to please. =D)
Idran1701: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: ...IM: Doman patrol?
PapatymisonN: Again, bloody idiots.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Hrm. Fucked or not fucked.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Run or help them and make them feel pressured to let me off?
Idran1701: *smirks* Ah, like you could do any better. I've seen you pilot, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: IM: The latter.
PapatymisonN: Please. I could run CIRCLES round this...
Besyanteo: (.... Erm.)
Besyanteo: (How did she hear that? o.o)
Besyanteo: (I think I missed something)
Idran1701: (I'm assuming she came up and is lurking in the stairwell right now.)
Besyanteo: (Works for me.)
Lithaladhwen: (She was headed abovedecks. I must not have been explicit enough.)
Idran1701: (Don't say anything, Chuck.)
PapatymisonN: (... har har.)
Lithaladhwen: *approaches Arrin* What's going on? Picking up some strays?
Besyanteo: *He just follows her, silent and trying not top embarass himself*
PapatymisonN: Aye. 'Parrently, some Doman boys don't know how to pilot their vessel...
Lithaladhwen: ...Well, not much to be done. I guess we'd be assholes for just leaving them there. You need help?
PapatymisonN: 'Less they're bein' attacked by someone, me 'n' the boys c'n handle it.
PapatymisonN: Jus' go back belowdecks. Nothin' fer you to fret about.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... right?
Lithaladhwen: *little salute* I'll just try and stay out of the way, then.
Idran1701: *few grunts of exhaustion as she cranks the skiffs* Yeah, you're a guest here, Marta. Don't worry about it.
Idran1701: *soon enough, they get alongside, and a few crew launch the lifeboats over*
Idran1701: *looks to be a lightly-crewed ship; only 6 men or so in all*
Lithaladhwen: *heads below decks, jerking her head to Greg that he should follow*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Low profile it is, then.
Besyanteo: *he follows!*
PapatymisonN: *will be stitchin' up anyone who needs stitchin'*
Lithaladhwen: IM: It would almost be easier if they WERE raiders. Then all I'd have to do is help kill them.
Idran1701: *not much damage to be seen, just a bit of scuffs and scrapes*
Idran1701: *hauling himself up over the edge out of the lifeboat* Ah, thanks. Glad to see a passerby. We've been out there for a few hours waiting for a ship.
PapatymisonN: Winds catch ye, mate?
Idran1701: *nods* About the long and the short of it, yeah.
Idran1701: Well, glad to help. Third mate Paula Casmosis, this here's the second mate Arrin <lastname>.
PapatymisonN: (O'Gellen.)
Lithaladhwen: *sits down again in her room* Verdammt.
Lithaladhwen: So, Greg. What do you want to do?
FFFan80: (Hi, I'm <Name>, it's a pleasure to <Verb> you)
Idran1701: *nods to the two, helping to pull the others up*
Besyanteo: ... Sleep until we reach port.
Besyanteo: *sits*
PapatymisonN: All ya in one piece?
Lithaladhwen: (Hey! I'm Garry Gygax! I'm... *rolls a d6* ...pleased to meet you!)
Besyanteo: (Ha ha ha.)
Idran1701: (:D)
PapatymisonN: (*+1 amusement*)
Lithaladhwen: Feel free, then. I'll keep an eye on things. I'm too keyed up by now to sleep.
Idran1701: Far as I know, yep.
Idran1701: Wasn't too rough. Just a bit of a surprise.
Idran1701: They'll have t' patch it up before they can haul it out of there, though.
PapatymisonN: Oh. Won' be needin' this, then. *tosses his medkit over his shoulder, and it's caught by a lucky swabbie*
Besyanteo: Bah. ... Knowing our friend the mate, we'll be lucky get a few hours before he's on our toes again.
PapatymisonN: Where were ye headed? Home t'Kohlingen?
Idran1701: Nah, out on patrol, keepin' an eye out along the coast.
Idran1701: Nothin' too big. Real yawner of a job.
Lithaladhwen: *nods tiredly* Yeah. But you get some sleep. You're the one who isn't feeling well.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Can't have him sick. I'm the one who dragged him onto this godsforsaken boat.
PapatymisonN: *nod* Well, we're headed t'Hydrante. I'm sure ye could catch a ride, and, t'be honest, this trip's cost us enough time already...
Besyanteo: Ehg. ... Thanks. *he goes to lie down on the bed* Just get my attention if we end up needing to take him out.
FFFan80: (Night all)
Besyanteo: (Night)
PapatymisonN: (Night.)
Lithaladhwen: (Night!)
Lithaladhwen: Will do.
Idran1701: *nod* Yeah, bound to be a ship heading back up.
Idran1701: (Night, Dave!)
Besyanteo: *And, Greg will attempt to sleep!*
Lithaladhwen: (Am I going to sleep?! Roll to see if I go to sleep!)
Lithaladhwen: (*rolls* All right, you're asleep.)
Idran1701: *Greg tries to sleep! Through the bouncing...and the jostling...and the swaying...and the rocking...*
Idran1701: (Sorry, had to do that. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (Totally understandable.)
Besyanteo: IM: hate... hate...
CGNakibe: (Rockin and a'rollin!)
Idran1701: Heh. Sounds good t' me. Free time off, right?
Idran1701: Paid, even!
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and mutters to herself* Now if I can just get us through this without that frühspritzer kid getting on my ass about...something.
PapatymisonN: We've enough to accomodate ya!
Idran1701: *snorts amusedly* Good. Rather do that than stay stuck out here watchin' for ships and tryin' t' keep my eyes propped open.
PapatymisonN: Toothpicks.
Idran1701: Heh. Right.
Idran1701: 'Ey, you got a bar on this ship?
PapatymisonN: Now, uh... six of ya... y'don't mind doublin' up, do ya?
PapatymisonN: ... oh. That comes after.
Idran1701: Nah, I'm sure they don't.
Idran1701: *nod*
Idran1701: You sure? 'Cause we could use it.
PapatymisonN: ... lemme put you in yer rooms first.
PapatymisonN: Then WE, you and I, will get hammered, uh?
Idran1701: (I'm playing the pastgen-era Doman guard right, yes? :D)
PapatymisonN: (Yes you are.)
Lithaladhwen: (It would seem!)
Idran1701: Right, right. *grins* We're holdin' y' to that.
Idran1701: *and the sixsome head off after Arrin*
PapatymisonN: *Greg is going to hear footsteps! On either sides of the cabin!*
Lithaladhwen: *watches her door, because she's "on watch" harhar*
Besyanteo: IM: HATE.
PapatymisonN: *cuz, as it happens, the three cabins that were free were on either side and across from Anira's are the ones the guard are going in!*
Lithaladhwen: (Anira: Verdammt.)
FFFan80 has left the room.
Idran1701: *Paula stands at the head of the stairs, waiting for Arrin's return.*
Lithaladhwen: *looks around her* IM: He put them around us. Damn. I do not like this one bit.
PapatymisonN: There y'go, fellas. Put in your stuff, and we'll go tie one on!
Lithaladhwen: IM: I strongly disapprove of this shit.
Idran1701: **foot*
Besyanteo: IM: ... Fuck it. I'm going to admit I'm seasick. I will not fake sex tonight.
Besyanteo: IM: Fuuuuuuuuck that.
Lithaladhwen: Greg, do you want me to stay here and try to let you get some sleep, or would you rest easier alone?
Lithaladhwen: I can stay and watch the door if you need me to.
Besyanteo: ... I don't think it matters much at this point. Do you honestly want to go above decks at this point?
Idran1701: *the soldiers get their stuff put away; what they brought with them, at least*
Lithaladhwen: *scratches her head* No. I think it's best if I wait and then go when they're drunk enough to flirt with me instead of being suspicious.
Besyanteo: (... I need to stop having a one-trick speech pattern.)
Idran1701: *Doesn't seem like much thought went into it. Heck, two didn't even bring their swords.*
Besyanteo: Sounds good to me.
PapatymisonN: ... OK. Down this hall, on th left. I'll be right behind ya.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* We'll give them some time, then.
Idran1701: *grins* Thanks, 'preciate it.
Besyanteo: *he settles in, and tries to ignore how his body wants to be ill right now.*
Besyanteo: IM: ... I've run from guards with an arrow in my shoulder and 50 pounds of armor on,
Besyanteo: IM: But a boat ride brings me down. So much hate.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Damn. If Greg were just hungover I'd tell him to go puke and feel better, but I don't think that works for seasickness.
PapatymisonN: *goes and sees what Paula wants* Achin' fer my form, or is there something else on your mind?
Idran1701: Where'd you put them?
Idran1701: (*Font!)
PapatymisonN: Rooms 3, 5, and 2.
Besyanteo: Uhg. ... If they kept even one cleric on this ship, this wouldn't be a problem.
Besyanteo: (Because sayying white mage sounds funny to me these days! :o)
Lithaladhwen: Want me to ask? They might have someone who can serve in an emergency.
Besyanteo: Sure. Rumor has it they can deal with this. >_<
PapatymisonN: ... right around her...
Idran1701: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: Okay. I'll be back when... well, I have no damn clue. But I'll be back at some point. Hopefully with a mage.
Idran1701: Right. They still haven't done much outright, but still...something's off.
Besyanteo: Thanks...
Lithaladhwen: *pulls her hair down so she actually looks more like a GIRL for once, and pulls off her coat*
PapatymisonN: True. And, frankly, just fun t'keep 'em hoppin'.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Might as well look nice when dealing with an asston of strange men. Puts 'em off a little.
Idran1701: *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: *leaves her room and closes the door behind her*
Idran1701: *catches the sound of the door*
Idran1701: *and glances to Arrin*
Lithaladhwen: *sighs*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I really don't like this, but I'm responsible and I should be the one out and looking for mages.
PapatymisonN: *glances back*
Idran1701: *nodding to him, she heads upstairs*
Lithaladhwen: *walks down the hallway, intending to approach... well, any member of the crew will do*
PapatymisonN: *waves* You get back to me on that bum thing, uh?
Besyanteo: (...)
PapatymisonN: ... ... IM: Right.
Lithaladhwen: ...
Besyanteo: (Tell me that's a weird way of sayying "bomb".)
PapatymisonN: *whistles the guy he tossed the medkit to, and he throws it back to him*
PapatymisonN: Marta.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah?
PapatymisonN: Yer fella's seasick, right?
Lithaladhwen: *nods* Yeah. I was actually out and looking to see if you guys had anyone who can give him a hand.
PapatymisonN: That'd be me. I'm ship's medic on top of all the other hats I wear.
PapatymisonN: *opens his kit and starts digging*
Lithaladhwen: Whatever. I just don't like the idea of him feeling like shit for the rest of the trip.
PapatymisonN: *comes up with a small vial*
PapatymisonN: Ginger pills. It'll fix him right up.
Lithaladhwen: How much you want for them?
PapatymisonN: ... no charge.
PapatymisonN: I'm the medic. I heal.
PapatymisonN: Only an asshole'd charge for THAT.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. *grin* S'why I asked.
PapatymisonN: (*coughhmocough*)
Lithaladhwen: But... at any rate... thanks.
PapatymisonN: *nod*
Besyanteo: (I was wondering when you'd say that. =D)
Lithaladhwen: Do you need to do things, or can I just take him the pills and shove them down his throat?
Idran1701: (I don't think Canadians are allowed to complain about the cost of health care. >:-)
Besyanteo: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (I'm just saying YOUR system sucks.)
Besyanteo: (I was also wondering when THAT could be mentioned.)
PapatymisonN: With water, but shove 'em down, yeah.
Lithaladhwen: Will do. *holds out a hand for the pills*
PapatymisonN: I think they'd work as a suppository too, but... no need. *hands 'em over*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I'll... I'll let him deal with that if he's interested. A man's asshole is his own business.
Besyanteo: (... )
PapatymisonN: Agreed.
Besyanteo: (I think Arrin's one arse reference away from getting an honorary butt pirate titled awared.)
Idran1701: (...I hope you weren't wondering when _that_ would be mentioned, Bes.)
Lithaladhwen: (*laugh*)
Besyanteo: (And I wasn't.)
Besyanteo: (But I totally should have expected it. =P)
Lithaladhwen: See you around. *heads back to Greg with his pills, because they're pills, damn it*
Lithaladhwen: *into the room and over to Greg!*
Lithaladhwen: Hey. Arrin had some pills. He says they'll help.
Idran1701: *looks like the soldiers are heading out as Anira returns*
PapatymisonN: (Fontation.)
Idran1701: (Right.)
Besyanteo: Huh. *he turns to face her, slowly*
LovelyJester: (.......godamnit. I will fill up this ipod if it killls me.)
Lithaladhwen: *her door is open! but she just seems to be giving a sick guy pills*
PapatymisonN: (I believe in you!)
Lithaladhwen: So take these. He has no reason to poison you or anything, and they may help.
Idran1701: *she got a couple of appreciative glances as she entered, a couple outright checking her out, but it looks like for now, booze is more on their mind*
Besyanteo: *he reaches for pills! Careful like, don't want to drop them*
PapatymisonN: (Dex Check!)
Besyanteo: *... And he has the good sense to sniff them first, to make sure he doesn't smell anything strange in them.*
Besyanteo: (>=P)
PapatymisonN: *it's all ginger, baby*
Besyanteo: ... Ginger?
Besyanteo: ... *he takes a few*
PapatymisonN: *it'll take a while, but eventually he'll feel better...*
Besyanteo: Here's hoping...
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Let me know if that helps.
Besyanteo: ... *more quietly* Also, those men are checking our your ass.
Besyanteo: (checking out*)
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles and looks back over her shoulder*
Lithaladhwen: *door slam!*
Lithaladhwen: Boys will be boys.
Besyanteo: Heh.
Besyanteo: *He blinks slowly, content to just lie limp on the bed for a while* Just a while longer...
PapatymisonN: *heads to the bar now, to have a few!
PapatymisonN: *
Lithaladhwen: Well, listen. Now that I have some idea of their... uh... intentions, I can be a little less shy of hanging around the boat. I'm going to go get some food. You want some crackers or something? They supposedly settle your stomach.
Idran1701: *meanwhile! With Anira back in her room, Paula heads over to follow Arrin; not drinking herself, but picking up a bit of conversation*
Idran1701: *frowning as she sits next to Arrin* Is it just me, or is this country going a bit downhill?
Besyanteo: Oooh. Bread and water rations. *smirk. Or as much as that lipless face can manage* Sounds good.
Idran1701: (He needs to get some wax lips or something.)
PapatymisonN: ... ah, I keep my feet on water for such reasions...
Besyanteo: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: *reasons
CGNakibe: (Loose lips sink ships)
Lithaladhwen: I'll bring you back something bland that won't make you hurl. Otherwise, maybe you could come down once you're feeling better. Your woman will have been talking to a LOT of other men, and may require supervision. *smirk*
Idran1701: Hmph. Kohlingen's still all right for now, I suppose...I am worried for Idran, though.
Besyanteo: *Mocks a fierce look* At this rate you'll have me marking territory to get their attention, like an animal.
Besyanteo: "My girl, no touchy!"
Lithaladhwen: That is because I... am what is known as... a saucy little minx. Better keep your eye on me. *grin*
PapatymisonN: Yer boy? Ah, don't. He'll be fine, I'm sure.
Besyanteo: *he manages a chuckle*
Idran1701: Have to admit, me and 'Rion have talked about moving.
Lithaladhwen: Get some rest. I'll come check on you if I'm scared you've up and died or something, all right?
Besyanteo: Right.
Idran1701: Leaving before Kohlingen gets pulled down with the rest.
Lithaladhwen: *throws on a little makeup and changes shirts*
Lithaladhwen: *luckily for Greg her back is turned and she wears a bra*
PapatymisonN: Ah, but it's Doma's greatest port! Only way to see them crazy Valth!
Idran1701: (Pastgen Valth any different from traditional?)
Besyanteo: *Lucky, she says. Still, he has enough propriety to clsoe his eyes.*
Besyanteo: (They might not be warring yet?)
Idran1701: *chuckles*
Idran1701: Eh, I'm serious, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: *now sporting a blouse a -gasp- woman might wear, Anira takes her girlier self down to the common area*
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: If ya must.
PapatymisonN: I'll miss ye dearly, but... raise that boy right.
Idran1701: Well, it's not like I _want_ to. I mean, I love the city. I grew up there. But...dunno if it's safe.
Idran1701: 'Rion's got some distant family over in Barius, we've thought about trying for it there.
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, yeah. Because that's much better.)
PapatymisonN: What's it like? Ne'er been...
Idran1701: (Is there a word for retroactive foreshadowing, Kai? :D)
Besyanteo: (Now now, they are humans.)
PapatymisonN: (That's ALL PASTGEN IS!)
Lithaladhwen: (....Ow. I don't know. But Douglas Adams had a book for it.)
Idran1701: ...Not sure, honestly.
Idran1701: Hear the weather's pretty bad.
PapatymisonN: ... well, feel it out b'fore doin' anythin' rash, uh?
Idran1701: *nods*
PapatymisonN: ... I'll be right back. Marta's lookin' fine, and I have to at LEAST peek down her shirt.
Lithaladhwen: *and she gets herself a drink!*
Idran1701: *chuckles* Don't get yourself killed, Arrin.
Idran1701: By either of them.
PapatymisonN: Oh, what's the fun o' life without death's sting? ^_^
Idran1701: *Arrin doesn't seem to be alone, as one of the sixsome, looking a bit sloshed already, is giving her quite the eye himself*
PapatymisonN: *heads on over, and... is cockblocked!*
PapatymisonN: ... *decides to watch, then...*
Idran1701: *he takes a seat next to her, smirking* Hey.
PapatymisonN: (... are one of you going to SAY some
PapatymisonN: (Forget I said that. >.&gt;-)
Lithaladhwen: ...Hi.
Idran1701: (...How'd you do that, Chuck.)
PapatymisonN: ( > That one, ) And That one.)
Idran1701: So, saw that...big hairy bloke. Y' with 'im?
Lithaladhwen: IM: He smells like booze. Y'know nothing turns me on more than a man on the verge of passing out in a pool of his own vomit. What a lucky girl I am.
PapatymisonN: (Somehow that equals smirk.)
Lithaladhwen: ( "; )" Gives you a wink, I'd reckon.)
PapatymisonN: (It SHOULD, but AIM's insane.)
Idran1701: (Yeah. It was ">.&gt;-)" on my end.)
Besyanteo: (Ditto.)
Lithaladhwen: I might be. What do you care?
Lithaladhwen: (Same.)
Idran1701: All that fur, gotta get in the way, eh?
Lithaladhwen: You might be surprised. *sip*
Lithaladhwen: IM: He has no useful information. He just wants to fuck.
PapatymisonN: (... I'll resist.)
Idran1701: (Good, because that's the last hat.)
Lithaladhwen: (Please no comments about red retractible penises. Except this one. It'll be the last.)
PapatymisonN: (... that's... not what I was going to say. o.o)
Lithaladhwen: (Sure it wasn't.)
Idran1701: So might...yourself. *he takes a bit more than a sip of his own drink*
Besyanteo: (This is why that part of nonhuman anatomy is never described. Because no one wnats/needs to know. :o)
Idran1701: (Indeed. :D)
PapatymisonN: *is going to wait for his next comment... probably*
Lithaladhwen: Very little surprises me, soldier. Especially when it comes to guys.
Besyanteo: (Greg: Also, I just learned I can walk on the ceiling. o_o)
Besyanteo: (Anira: Been done.)
Lithaladhwen: (Greg: *has the strength of a bear, that has the strength of TWO bears!*)
Besyanteo: (... Oh hell. One minute.)
Idran1701: Oh, I'm the...the surprising type.
Lithaladhwen: Sure you are. How much have you had, friend?
PapatymisonN: *pats his friend, the soldier, on the shoulder* Too much, I'm sure.
Lithaladhwen: *glances to Arrin*
Idran1701: ...Hmm? Ah...well, y' know, we all need t' relax.
Idran1701: *glances up* ...Eh, buzz off, swabbie.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He's either being a gentleman, or joining the circling vultures.
Besyanteo: (Bear Machine.)
PapatymisonN: Now, m'friend, why dont'cha go rejoin yer friends over THERE, alright?
PapatymisonN: *pushes him in that way* Easier for all involved, uh?
Lithaladhwen: *watches Arrin*
Besyanteo: ( Part Bear. Part Machine. Part guy who got mauled by a bear and they had to put the bear down. Bear Machine.)
Idran1701: *pushed* Eh...y' gonna ma
Besyanteo: (:o)
Idran1701: *another hand gesture from Paula*
Idran1701: *smirks* Should be a bit easier for you to handle it now, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: *looks to Paula next*
PapatymisonN: Ah. Thanks, Paula. Keep forgettin' yer useful.
Lithaladhwen: IM: She's helping Arrin. Not confusing.
Idran1701: *the others seem to find this uproariously funny right now*
Lithaladhwen: *to Arrin* Why did you do that?
PapatymisonN: *takes him back over to his buddies* Take care of this, willya? Thanks. *wink*
PapatymisonN: *returns,PEEK,sits* Yer spoken for, and I wanted this seat.
Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. That so.
PapatymisonN: Oh, actually, it's just part of a game of psychological cat-n-mouse I'm playing with you. Messes with your head.
PapatymisonN: ...
Lithaladhwen: That's more the response I was expecting.
PapatymisonN: *LAUGHS* Oh, GOD I need another drink... ^_^
LovelyJester has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Here. Finish mine. *slides her glass of Valthka over* I think you're full of shit, but thanks.
PapatymisonN: ... *DRINK!*
PapatymisonN: Surprisingly enough, there's worse things than shit to be full of.
Besyanteo: (... Now why in the hell should that make me think of Roger RAbbit?)
PapatymisonN: (... I have NO IDEA.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira: *plays pattycake with Arrin*)
Lithaladhwen: (Orion: *shows Greg photos*)
Besyanteo: (Greg: NOOOOOOOOOO!)
Besyanteo: (Paula: .. .wrong movie reference.)
Besyanteo: (Greg: ... God dammit.)
Lithaladhwen: Like what?
PapatymisonN: Couldn't tell ya off the top of my head.
PapatymisonN: But would you rather have me, or some smugass noble, or... somethin' like that?
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* As much as I don't appreciate the way you watch me out of the corner of your eye when I'm abovedeck... nobles just annoy me.
Besyanteo: (Anira: Oh good. I thought he was going to confess his drug problems to me.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, that wouldn't be good.)
PapatymisonN: (*Arrin finds himself locked in a room with his family and friends* ... I CAN QUIT WHENEVER I WANT TO! ;_; )
PapatymisonN: Well there ya go.
PapatymisonN: Common ground.
Idran1701: *watches, sipping her wine*
Lithaladhwen: *grabs herself a new wineglass of Valthka*
PapatymisonN: *gets a rum on the rocks*
PapatymisonN: So, is your boy doing better yet?
Besyanteo: *From behind* A little.
Lithaladhwen: He'll stop by if he---ah.
PapatymisonN: Ah! Hey there!
CGNakibe: (Interesting set of folks here)
Besyanteo: *he sits on Marta's other side* Hey. *his fur's a little ruffed. Looks like he might have tossed and turned for a while*
PapatymisonN: ... I'll order ya a fruit juice. Don't want ya mixin' yer pills and alcohol...
Lithaladhwen: (Heya Shaun.)
Besyanteo: Didn't plan to.
Lithaladhwen: I don't know. I know some people who do it for fun,
Idran1701: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: Feeling adventurous, Greg? *smirk*
PapatymisonN: *... simply can't resist, and peeks one more time down Anira's blouse*
Besyanteo: Heh. ... Not right now, no. The memory of needing to vomit it a little too cl-
Besyanteo: *... glare* close.
PapatymisonN: *drink*
Lithaladhwen: Arrin. Do you want me to just TELL you my cup size so that you can stop trying to FIGURE IT OUT or what?
PapatymisonN: IM: This is far too much fun for my own good.
PapatymisonN: It'd speed up matters.
Idran1701: ...*snorts, holding in a laugh*
Lithaladhwen: e_e
CGNakibe: (Random Muscle Head: You lookin at my woman, PUNK? e.e)
PapatymisonN: (*Greg)
Idran1701: (Greg's not random. :O)
Besyanteo: (Hee.)
Lithaladhwen: *says whatever the fuck the Gaeran equivalent is of 34B*
PapatymisonN: Oh, lighten up! Innocent peek, no harm done...
Lithaladhwen: Happy?
Besyanteo: *doesn't seem to be lightening up.*
Idran1701: (Why not just "34B"? Not everything has to be crazy weird. :D)
Lithaladhwen: (I guess. But I don't want to presume that American bra sizes prevail in Gaera.)
Idran1701: (That's not a worldwide standard? Huh.)
PapatymisonN: (It's at least North American.)
PapatymisonN: (Off topic.)
Lithaladhwen: (You know what I mean. Now you know the size of her chest.)
PapatymisonN: ... B? C, the lowest.
Besyanteo: ... Arrin.
Idran1701: (Is that going on her wiki page now, Kai?)
Besyanteo: You're pushing it. *knuckle claws slide out, and retract again.*
Lithaladhwen: (I just gave her my bra size.)
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
CGNakibe: (Obviously if he keeps doing this Greg is going to take him bowling)
PapatymisonN: Calm down, feller. I'd never think of interfering with yer abiding love...
CGNakibe: (Maybe Greg'll even help him adopt a kitten.)
Besyanteo: IM: .. "Abiding"? Is he drunk, or not understand common? o_o
CGNakibe: (Everyone knows that the "Or Else" is a cuddly kitten, right?)
Lithaladhwen: I don't think you can handle knowing any more than what I've told you.
Lithaladhwen: So let's just leave it at that.
Besyanteo: (SLIGHT RETCON)
Besyanteo: (Those should totally be figner claws.)
Besyanteo: (finger, too)
Lithaladhwen: (I assumed as much.)
CGNakibe: (Greg: Aww. But I LIKED being Wolverine...)
Besyanteo: (It would have made Jeridan hella scarier. Hee.)
Idran1701: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: *nod*
Idran1701: *stands, heads over* Come on, Arrin. You've had too much to drink.
Idran1701: ...Or not enough.
PapatymisonN: The latter.
Lithaladhwen: (afk loo)
PapatymisonN: *drinkie!*
Besyanteo: *very quietly* I wonder if we shouldn't look at this as a game with him. We're letting him have way too much fun with us right now.
PapatymisonN: ... sorry, didn't catch that?
Besyanteo: (I was udner the distinct impression Arrin had walked off with Paula.)
Idran1701: (Same, actually.)
PapatymisonN: (Not yet he hasn't.)
Besyanteo: (Well, Greg's not retarded, so he would have waited.)
Idran1701: (*nod*)
PapatymisonN: *goes off with Paula*
PapatymisonN: Still tellin' ya, the latter.
Besyanteo: (brb)
Idran1701: Yeah, yeah. *smirk* I'll know you've had enough when you start complaining again about...whichever relative it was. That's usually a step or two before passing out for you.
PapatymisonN: Aunt Ophelia.
PapatymisonN: ... I think...
Besyanteo: (Back)
PapatymisonN: An'... An' I... Was about to make 'em squirm.
PapatymisonN: You didn't let me.
PapatymisonN: Meanie.
Idran1701: You were about to get your face slashed open.
PapatymisonN: Oh, he's a PUP, he is. An' you KNOW drawin' me blood's the first mistake to make...
Besyanteo: (While I doubt it will get that far: )
Besyanteo: (If the worst should happen, what combat system does PastGen use?)
Idran1701: (A good one.)
Idran1701: (:D)
Besyanteo: (Oh, that helps. =P)
Idran1701: (No clue, this is my first.)
Besyanteo: (Does Chuck know?)
PapatymisonN: (*making a PS sheet as we speak*)
Besyanteo: (Ha.)
PapatymisonN: (Why overcomplicate?)
Besyanteo: (Admittedly.)
Lithaladhwen: (Back.)
Idran1701: (If it comes down to it, we could always freestyle it. I don't think anyone here'd godmode their way through it or anything.)
Besyanteo: (This shouldn't be too hard. All I'd need to do for immediate purposes would be to modify a starting NPC)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira has a PS sheet.)
Lithaladhwen: (A secret one.)
Lithaladhwen: (*backlogs*)
CGNakibe: (Does it require a Secret Code to access?)
Idran1701: (Neither Paula nor Orion do, mainly because Paula wouldn't be a level 1 character at this point in time, and I don't know if Orion would even be up to level 1.)
PapatymisonN: (A decoder ring.)
CGNakibe: (Hidden behind a Secret Door?)
Lithaladhwen: (Charles has the right of it.)
PapatymisonN: (And you can intentionally hamstring or level up characters, Iddy.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. I'm caught up. Greg say his thing?)
Idran1701: (True enough.)
Besyanteo: (He does now!)
Lithaladhwen: *doesn't answer with anything more than a chuckle*
Idran1701: *shakes her head, smirking* They might be full of Valth's best, Arrin, but there's still a group of guards here. You wanna risk one of them remembering in the morning?
Lithaladhwen: IM: But how best to do it? I really think what I'm doing could easily be taken too far for safety. But it could also be fun.
Idran1701: *and look who comes in, having finished the night's charting!*
PapatymisonN: Ahoy, Orion.
Idran1701: *glancing around the room, he grins, heading for Paula and ordering a bit of wine himself* Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Orion*
PapatymisonN: Oh, don' be so cold! Where's that SMILE? ^_^
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't like this. The only one I can bet on is Arrin, because I know pretty certainly that he's watching me. The others... are too friendly. They're hiding something. They know something they aren't sharing.
Idran1701: *he forces one for Arrin, and takes a seat next to Paula* How's...that good enough?
PapatymisonN: ... eh. 6 out of 10.
Idran1701: *chuckles* Must be...must be improving.
Idran1701: (Isn't paranoia fun when you're right? :D)
Lithaladhwen: Arrin may be right. The hell is wrong with you? Are we sinking or something and you didn't tell us?
Lithaladhwen: (And to think. Myrnal could have turned out like this.)
Idran1701: (That's to Orion?)
Lithaladhwen: (And yeah, it is.)
PapatymisonN: *whips out an imaginary journal* Dear Diary, Today Marta admitted I might be right!
Lithaladhwen: Oh, shut up.
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Idran1701: ...Eh? Oh...oh, no, we're doing just fine. Fine.
Idran1701: Just did the last bit of...of chartwork is all.
Lithaladhwen: Fine? Fine. Everything's fine. *sighs* You say "fine" too many times, y'know.
Lithaladhwen: Bad sign.
PapatymisonN: It's just his way...
PapatymisonN: *obvious W* Of saying we're all DOOMED.
Idran1701: ...*tries to smile towards the somewhat-aggressive woman* There's nothing...nothing's wrong, miss.
Lithaladhwen: *stage-whispers back* Oh! Good to know! As long as I have time to plan and maybe do my hair.
PapatymisonN: You want to look pretty for the apocalypse, I'm sure.
Lithaladhwen: You know how women are. *sage nod*
Idran1701: First thing on my mind.
Besyanteo: *rolls his eyes, as though he's well above all this. He turns to some bland food!*
CGNakibe: (Suddenly: "The Jig is up!")
CGNakibe: (*puts on Chrono Trigger "chase" music*)
Idran1701: Anyway, really, don't worry, Anira. It takes 'Rion a bit to adjust when he gets off work. When he's charting, it just fills his mind completely.
Lithaladhwen: *head tilts a little from side to side as she considers this* Well.....
Lithaladhwen: I guess I can't criticize a man for being absorbed in his work. Especially when his work is getting us safely from point A to point B.
PapatymisonN: He still needs to be able to enjoy bein' off work though...
Lithaladhwen: (And I don't think she'd know her real name.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anira's travelling as Marta.)
PapatymisonN: Paula, get him hammered.
Idran1701: (...Whoops!)
Idran1701: (*Marta)
Idran1701: (My fault.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hakuna matata. I know I'm doing a confusing thing.)
Idran1701: I'm enjoying myself perfectly well as it is, Arrin.
PapatymisonN: Which means you're not enjoying yourself enough, obviously.
PapatymisonN: Paula! Really! Booze 'im up, PLEASE!
Idran1701: If you want him boozed up, you can deal with the aftermath tomorrow.
Lithaladhwen: IM: This really is an odd group of people. They seem comfortable with one another, though.
PapatymisonN: I could pump him full of headache medicine and call it a day...
Idran1701: And what would...what would you do then?
Besyanteo: *w* At this rate I'll be the only one sober on the whole damned tub.
Idran1701: Not any left for yourself, I'd...I'd imagine.
PapatymisonN: I've dealt with worse than what THIS night will hit me with.
Lithaladhwen: *w back* Likely. I'll try and keep my head if nothing else.
Idran1701: I'm not...*vaguely gesturing*...drinking myself silly, Arrin.
Idran1701: Might be fun for you...
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is driving me crazy. We're talking about getting each other drunk and I know damned well that none of us is really thinking about that.
Lithaladhwen: IM: They're all thinking about what I'm doing.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What I'm up to.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I don't like it.
Besyanteo: (Greg: ... Anira. Your crazy is showing.)
Idran1701: *is Paula still glancing towards Anira every so often, or is that just her imagination?*
PapatymisonN: *it's definitely not in Arrin's case*
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Seriously. People. What is going on?
Idran1701: *Orion's staring off into space, apparantly working through something mentally*
Lithaladhwen: I know that Arrin just wants to peek into my shirt again, but there's something else up here.
Idran1701: ...Eh?
PapatymisonN: It'd be easier if ya just took your shirt off...
Lithaladhwen: Well, I'm not going to, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: And that isn't the point.
Idran1701: What is the point?
Besyanteo: *Lets her handle this, for now.*
Lithaladhwen: I'm tired of being watched. I'm tired of walking into a conversation and having it fall dead around me. I'm tired of feeling like people are carefully noting my every word and movement.
Lithaladhwen: So if you've got a problem, if I've actually done something to harm or deeply offend anybody, just fucking spit it out.
Lithaladhwen: All right?
PapatymisonN: ... You've got a point, AND you're paranoid.
Idran1701: ...*twists around, taking a look at Anira's wineglass* You sure you'll all right, Marta?
Lithaladhwen: I'm fine. And yes, I know damn well I'm paranoid. If I felt like justifying myself to you, you'd know why. But if you're going to treat me like I'm here to murder you in your sleep, you don't deserve any information from me.
PapatymisonN: ... yup. Paranoid.
PapatymisonN: *looks her dead in the eye* You're hiding something. That I know for sure.
Lithaladhwen: Shut up, Arrin. As long as I'm not a danger to anyone on this ship, I don't fucking answer to you.
Lithaladhwen: (Line stands.)
PapatymisonN: YES Y'DO.
PapatymisonN: I'm the bloody second mate on this ship and its safety's one of my chief concerns!
Besyanteo: *waits patiently*
PapatymisonN: I'm FAIRLY certain you're no threat to it.
Besyanteo: *Is the second mate standing up?*
PapatymisonN: But if you ARE, by the Gods I'd love to know.
PapatymisonN: *not unless Marta is*
Lithaladhwen: And I am not here to be a hazard to your safety. If it makes you feel better, I'm perfectly well aware that this ship's safety is the same thing as my safety.
Lithaladhwen: *she isn't*
Idran1701: *frowning, but keeping back for now, watching if her intervention'll be necessary*
Lithaladhwen: So rest assured that I'm not a total fucking moron, all right?
PapatymisonN: ... ... Paula? Good enough for you?
Idran1701: Like you said, you're the second mate. As long as you're happy with it, I'm happy with it.
PapatymisonN: *looks her in the eye once more*
PapatymisonN: ... ^_^ Then I'm good.
Lithaladhwen: *her posture relaxes a bit* Good.
Lithaladhwen: I'm done here. I'm not going to sit and drink with you like we're friends. Because you're still going to be acting like that.
Lithaladhwen: *to Greg* I'll be in our room. Come back whenever you feel like it.
Besyanteo: *clicking claws on the table* Mmm.
Besyanteo: (... what?)
Lithaladhwen: (Font.)
Besyanteo: (What the hell. I didn't do this. o_o)
Besyanteo: (Fuck you AIM.)
Idran1701: (...Weird.)
Besyanteo: (Right.)
Lithaladhwen: *pushes her chair back and leaves without another word*
PapatymisonN: Night...
Besyanteo: *Finishes his drink, water!, and stands to follow shakily*
Besyanteo: ... *but he stops in the doorway*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Bullshit. What do they think I'm going to do? Out of everyone on this ship, I'm one of the best equipped to defend it in case something happens and they're treating me like I'M the enemy.
Besyanteo: For the record, Arrin.
Lithaladhwen: IM: So done with this bullshit. I hate boats.
Lithaladhwen: IM: This shit always happens. I hate them.
Besyanteo: If I weren't totally fucked up on seasickness, I would be challenging you to a duel right now.
PapatymisonN: Morning's the promise of new things, Greg, m'boy...
Besyanteo: ... Good night. *he heads off*
PapatymisonN: *gets up* I'm going to retire, too. I'm in the nest again tomorrow.
PapatymisonN: ... wow, how late is it?
Idran1701: 8:24.
Idran1701: (...8?)
PapatymisonN: That's it? Feels like 1 in the mornin'...
Idran1701: (Why'd I say that? *12.)
PapatymisonN: (scratch, then.)
PapatymisonN: Sounds about right.
PapatymisonN: I'm ... going to die up there.
Idran1701: *smirks* Wouldn't be the first time.
Idran1701: ...Arrin, you sure that was wise just now?
Besyanteo: *and he gets into the room, closing the door behind himself*
PapatymisonN: I'm not a wise man, most days.
Lithaladhwen: *is curled up in her chair, getting ready to start in on her book again*
Lithaladhwen: Hey Greg.
Besyanteo: Hey.
PapatymisonN: 'Sides, she's too wound up anyways. Needed to loose a spring or two.
Lithaladhwen: Sorry about that. It was driving me up the wall.
Besyanteo: Nah, it's fine.
Besyanteo: ... Course,
Besyanteo: Chances that we'll have to kill him just went up big time.
Besyanteo: Not any time before we make landfall, but still.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* I hope not. I really don't mind them that much. They're just protecting their own interests.
Idran1701: ...Well, Paula, it is his job. If he thinks it...that it needed to be done...
Besyanteo: Mmm.
Besyanteo: For now we should probably keep playying the victim. We're scandalized innocents and all. >_>
Lithaladhwen: Hopefully.
Besyanteo: ... I want off this boat. It feels cramped. *he moves to the bed*
PapatymisonN: I do.
PapatymisonN: ... or I'm drunk, one of the two.
Lithaladhwen: I hate boats, too. Someone else is in control of everything, and your fate is in the hands of a bunch of people you wouldn't know from a damned hole in the wall.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm goin' to bed. Get a few hours before I have my nap in th'basket.
Besyanteo: ... There's that too. *his fur fluffs. Did he just shudder?*
Besyanteo: ... And they're all upstairs getting drunk on top of it.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, they are. Which is really comforting.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Well, get some sleep. I'll join you in a bit. For now, I need to cool down.
Idran1701: *frowning for a bit as the two talk, she nods, giving a small smirk* Yeah, just sleep it off, Arrin. I'll be sure to wake you again tomorrow.
Besyanteo: Right.
Lithaladhwen: </Anira>
PapatymisonN: *nod* And you'll be painfully prompt, as always.
PapatymisonN: I know, thank ye.
Besyanteo: </Overly agressive guy!>
Lithaladhwen: (And we thought we were going to finish tonight. Harr.)
Idran1701: See you tomorrow, Arrin. The two of us should probably...we should turn in around now ourselves.
Idran1701: ...Yeah, I suppose so.
PapatymisonN: *heads off to his quaters* Till later, me hearties...
PapatymisonN: </rp>
Idran1701: Heh. Yeah, was a bit more drawn out than I expected. :D
Lithaladhwen: OMG DRAMA
CGNakibe: Finally the suspicion mounts.
Besyanteo: Lawl
PapatymisonN: (OK. Going to experience 3 1/2 hours of sleep, then go to work.)
Lithaladhwen: G'night, Charles!
CGNakibe: I remember lurking when you lot first got on the boat.
PapatymisonN: Night kids.
Lithaladhwen: I hope it's good sleep!
Idran1701: Also, apparantly I was wrong, Kai; I _do_ have an inner lech. It just only comes out with throw-away NPCs.
Lithaladhwen: Idran: Yay!
Besyanteo: Ha.
Idran1701: Night, Chuck. :D
Besyanteo: It's easy to play a lech.
PapatymisonN has left the room.
Idran1701: Oh?
CGNakibe: Just perv over the appropriate body parts. >:p
Lithaladhwen: *snicker*
Besyanteo: Oh hell yeah. The problem is playying one in such a fashion that people don't want you killed.
CGNakibe: There is such a thing as a tasteful perv.
Idran1701: Hey, Asimov was lecherous. He was just so charming about it that he got away with it. :D
Besyanteo: Heh
CGNakibe: Proving the point.
Lithaladhwen: Myrnal is a tasteful lech. She really does objectify women from time to time.
Lithaladhwen: She just prefers they not know she's doing it.
CGNakibe: Hm. Dog the Bounty Hunter amuses me more than I thought he would.
Besyanteo: ... Well my mood just went south.
Besyanteo: Still, dishes to do. Night folks.
Idran1701: Night, Bes.
Besyanteo has left the room.
CGNakibe: Mew Bes? Later.... damn.
Lithaladhwen: I'm turning in, too.
Idran1701: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: Thanks for RP and lurking and things! Much love all around!
Idran1701: You too, Kai!
Idran1701: Had fun. :D
Lithaladhwen: Hurrah!
CGNakibe: Everything on for tomorrow?
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
Lithaladhwen: *lurks*
Idran1701: Thought and Memory, I assume?
CGNakibe: Yep.
Idran1701: Nifty. :D
Lithaladhwen: Lurkers are welcome if you want to watch. I'll likely link it in chat.
Idran1701: *nod* Cool.
Lithaladhwen: Typing sideways is hard on my back.
Lithaladhwen: Bed.
Lithaladhwen: G'night!
Idran1701: Night!
CGNakibe has left the room.
Idran1701 has left the room.