Panamax twists in an attempt to catch the staff on the lead pipe he keeps strapped to his upper arm.
"Crow fire," he swears.
...and as his Round 2 action, Panamax plays with a bracelet on his wrist, fiddling with it until it breaks.
And a shimmering field snaps into place around him as the bracelet falls to the deck of the ship.
"If I have to heal you up after this, it will hurt," Panamax says to Ridgar.
"Ow!" remarks Sherine after being smacked with the pirate's staff. She backs up, facing him. She makes a motion like squeezing a melon between her hands, with her hands up at eye level. "That wasn't a smart move, boy-o," she says as she squeezes the space between her palms.
When he speaks, Panamax doesn't fidget or gesture with his hands. But he does move his head in a jerky fashion (like a bird), and occasionally freezes up entirely when he goes deep into thought.
"Something that amazed or frightened me. Hmmm." This is one of those moments when he freezes entirely.
Restarting a few second later. "After I was missioned from Standifer, everything new amazed and frightened me. They still do."
Another pause. Longer this time. "I was roughly between there and here, and I came to a place that the inhabitants called مکان مرده, which means Dead Place. Nothing grew above ground. No trees. No plants. No grass. Not even that itchy spiny stuff. It felt bad. My teeth hurt and my tongue was dry.
I fell into a ravine and broke my leg when they came across me. It takes some time to heal up from something like that. The people were small and twisted. The better to fit through the cracks in the rock, they said. The better to eat mushrooms and lichen, they said. The better to hide from their God, they said.
They told me that they spored from a fruiting body deep in the rock. They told me that they died on their tenth birthday. They told me their teeth could chew through anything, but they usually couldn't be bothered.
I never saw any of this. I wouldn't eat anything except what food I brought. They mostly talked among themselves, but when I figured out their tongue, they started talking to me and stopped stepping on me."
Panamax freezes again, then looks straight at Jarris. "Before I left, I attempted to heal one of them. I cannot adequately describe what happened next. It was as though they turned inside out and fell away. My entire purpose in leaving Standifer was to seek out and heal, and my healing had abandoned me. That place was hollow and unreachable. This frightened me."
Panamax is looking away now, slightly. "It was almost a relief when I had to run for my life. After I crossed the dividing line back into vegetation, none of the mob would follow me. My healing abilities returned. But I would rather not go back to that dead place."
After the mast splinters, Anson draws his hatchet and disappears below deck of the pirate's ship.
"Ow!" remarks Sherine after being smacked with the pirate's staff. She backs up, facing him. She makes a motion like squeezing a melon between her hands, with her hands up at eye level. "That wasn't a smart move, boy-o," she says as she squeezes the space between her palms. The pirate stumbles, shaking his head to try to clear the static in his thoughts.
Panamax twists in an attempt to catch the staff on the lead pipe he keeps strapped to his upper arm.
"Crow fire," he swears, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. As it breaks, a shimmering field drops down around the space he occupies, moving with him on the deck.
"If I have to heal you up after this, it will hurt," Panamax says to Ridgar.
The pirate captain laughs without mirth. "No one who calls himself a healer would do what you've done here today,". He taps a rune on his staff and disappears from the deck of the Icewine.
The pirate with fingers coming out of his face is curled up in the fetal position under the railing, as far from the fight as he can get. He's not moving anymore, but occasionally makes a pitiful noise to let you all know he's still alive.
Tavene swings her sword again, still holding her stomach. The already wounded pirate drops to the deck, more of her blood pooling and staining the wood beneath her body. She turns to face the pirate Sherine is fighting. "You would do well to follow your boss' lead," He doesn't seem to hear her, as he's pressing his hands to his head and mumbling under his breath.
Nalo slows for a moment, stopping just in her whip's reach of the pirates. She lets the metal thong of the whip impact the wooden deck of the hold. With less than a moment's effort the metal weapon sizzles with electricity. "It isn't worth it. Whatever your boss is paying you is not worth it. Drop your gear and go."
Almost immediately, one of the pirates drops the crate he was carrying. "I 'ernt paid enough for tangling with relicsnatchers." He doesn't even wait for his buddy; he turns around to leave and head back towards the hold of his own ship.
... Where he encounters Anson coming down the stairs, wielding a hatchet. He immediately puts his hands up.
The other pirate snorts and drops the crate, looking a little less like he might give up and leave. He looks between Nalo and Kilo, cracking his knuckles. Ridgar appears behind him, staff runes aglow after he activated them topside. He moves in front of his crew member.
"Your friends have damaged my ship and my crew. Prauss owes me at least half of this shipment, if not more, and I'm not leaving without it."
Ridgar: 8/8 HP
Pirate 1: 2/6 HP, fingers and eyeballs growing out of his face
Pirate 2: 0/6 HP, straight up kilt
Pirate 3: 4/6 HP, mindsliced by Sherine
Pirate 4: 6/6 HP, intimidated by Nalo and trying to flee
Pirate 5: 6/6 HP, slightly less intimidated
Nalo lets the charged whip fall onto the deck leaving scorch marks on the deck as it discharges. She times her words to the actions of the tentacle she sees slithering towards Ridgar's ankle, "Now be a reasonable pirate about this. You engaged us, not vis versa, it seems to be that you are lucky to be getting out with just a bit of damage to your ship. Now a reasonable man and you're likely to get out of this..." As the tentacle attacks Nalo darts forward and ????
Spend one effort. Nalo would like to do this as a Speed manuever, but I could see Might as well. Either way spending the effort. Let me know if I'm downing my Speed another 2 or my Might 3.
effortly plucks the staff with glowing runes from the pirates grasp as the tentacle gets him.
Tavene and her other both bow their heads. "How did your weapons come to be named?" Tavene readies her sword to parry an attack while the doppelganger lunges behind Kilo to see just how well he defends himself. Both versions of Tavene have easy smiles on their faces; battle seems to make her most comfortable.
Kilo watches the Pirate Captain and his lackey warily with drawn knives, ready to intercept, should either attack himself or Nalo.
"Named?" Kilo's brow furrows, "I think perhaps you misunderstood. I have not named my weapons. Though I have met a number of people who have. Have you named yours?"
Kilo turns sideways and begins to circle backwards slightly, keeping both opponents within view and ready to dodge or parry an attack from either direction. An easy smile plays across his lips, like her, he seems to prefer combat to the alternative.
"That was rude," Panamax says, about Ridgar, to no one in particular.
Panamax attempts to use Healing Touch on Tavene. He needs to touch her exposed skin.
"If you do not pull your arm away from your stomach, it may hurt as it heals closed."
Sherine shifts her posture facing the pirate she mindsliced, holding her arms and hands in the same way as she did when she felled the pirate ship's mast.
"Please don't make me hurt you any more than I have already," she says apologetically.
Almost as an afterthought, she adds a theatrical "Arrgh."
Observation
"I am going to touch you, Tavene. Please do not misinterpret." Panamax reaches out slowly, as though he's dealing with a wild animal.
"If you do not pull your arm away from your stomach, it may hurt as it heals closed."
A slow smile creeps onto Tavene's face at Panamax's first comment, but quickly disappears at his addendum. She moves her arm away from her stomach and leaves it hanging at an awkward angle, clearly afraid of the implication. "Thank you," she says
After this, she pulls a small vial from her pocket, pops the lid off, and consumes the liquid inside. You don't see any evidence that this has done anything, but she stands a little easier and winces less when she moves.
Sherine shifts her posture facing the pirate she mindsliced, holding her arms and hands in the same way as she did when she felled the pirate ship's mast. "Please don't make me hurt you any more than I have already," she says apologetically.
Almost as an afterthought, she adds a theatrical "Arrgh."
The previously mindsliced pirate takes her suggestion to heart and decides it's no longer in his best interest to continue attacking after watching a companion's face turn into fingers, and dealing with his own severe headache. He keeps his attention on Sherine, but moves backwards to lean against the railing closest to his ship.
Anson blocks the pirate lackey's exit. "Surrender, and nobody gets hurt," Anson says, brandishing the hatchet. "Of course, I'll be needing some of your cargo, seeing as you've inconvenienced me." The man gestures to the few crates aboard his ship.
"Take what you want, I 'ernt caring," he offers. It's clear he wants no part of what Anson or his crew are waving around at him.
Kilo watches the Pirate Captain and his lackey warily with drawn knives, ready to intercept, should either attack himself or Nalo.
Nalo lets the charged whip fall onto the deck leaving scorch marks on the deck as it discharges. She times her words to the actions of the tentacle she sees slithering towards Ridgar's ankle, "Now be a reasonable pirate about this. You engaged us, not vis versa, it seems to be that you are lucky to be getting out with just a bit of damage to your ship. Now a reasonable man and you're likely to get out of this..."
"I don't know who you think you are, or who you think you're traveling with, but..." Ridgar interrupts Nalo loudly.
Several things happen at once.
Nalo lunges forward, a blur to normal eyes, and reaches for the staff of runes that Ridgar holds tightly in his hand. Her fingers brush against the smooth wood of the weapon.
Bellarim's tentacle wraps tightly around Ridgar's ankle, jerking him towards the side of the invisible tube between ships.
Ridgar activates a rune on the staff again as half of his body disappears through the numenera force wall. All three of the people making direct or indirect contact with the staff disappear from sight.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the last pirate jumps forward to attack Kilo. He's dropped his weapon, so uses his fists instead. Although Kilo was prepared to defend against the pirate's attack, having his friend and two other people disappear so abruptly throws him off slightly. The pirate's punch catches Kilo's jaw and knocks his head back.
Ridgar: 8/8 HP, tentacle wrapped and elsewhere
Pirate 1: 2/6 HP, fingers and eyeballs growing out of his face
Pirate 2: 0/6 HP, straight up kilt
Pirate 3: 4/6 HP, mindsliced by Sherine, sitting down on the deck
Pirate 4: 6/6 HP, intimidated by Nalo AND Anson and trying to flee
Pirate 5: 6/6 HP, foolhardy and punching Kilo
"If you continue your attack, I will be forced to hurt you again."
Panamax crouches down on his heels and touches the pirate on one of his extra fingers.
Healing fleshwarping damage.
The excess fingers shrivel and blacken. Panamax blows gently on them, and they crumble to dust. The air smells slightly charred. The extra eye on the pirate's chin closes (permanently?), but the lashes remain as though he had Eyelash Beard.
The excess fingers meld into the existing fingers. The pirate whimpers as the nails grind together before the excess nails pop off and fall gently to the deck below. The eye on the pirate's chin closes and seems to fall into itself as flesh rolls over the spot to cover.
Ripples run under the pirate's skin as bones and sinews strengthen. The pirate is good as new -- with twice the fingers and 50% more eyes. Panamax frowns. "Think of the cat's cradles," he says apologetically.
- does 3 points if it lands
Really really trying to keep touching either Ridgar or his staff so he can't keep running away.
<- note, if the only way to avoid damage is to let go of Ridgar/his stick then Nalo will take the damage.... which seems a poor decision on my part.
He's stopped gesturing then, and takes another few moments of steady eye contact and silence as he gathers his thoughts. "The trip I mentioned to you isn't one I talk about in depth with strangers. But, after a story like yours, I don't think we can call each other strangers." A quick smile. "And people seldom ask for the sensory. The membrane made no noise, except when it was lifted to allow ships to pass through it. And when it was lifted, it was with the meaty sound of someone carving up Aneen for steak. Ormakal the Mind, however... if you get close enough to him, you feel." He pauses again.
"You feel whatever he wants you to feel. And sometimes, more often, things you don't want to feel. I felt as though someone were singing a lullaby directly to my bones. I vibrated with pleasure, rooted to the spot, ready to drop down to my knees to worship a mechanical god. The air tasted of salt, and I watched a woman gleefully admit to trying to flee Astaria. I say gleefully, but tears streamed down her face. I knew I wasn't actually tasting her tears in the air, but the salt-magic that powers the city is most concentrated around the Mind."
"Cables wrapped her up in an embrace and drained her dry after she professed her sins against him. And although the lullaby had soured, still it vibrated within me, still I felt the unyielding pressure to kneel. I couldn't tell, at that point, whether it was my desire or Ormakal's that caused the tremble in my legs. And that is when I forced myself away, by trying to tell myself that Astaria couldn't be my final destination. That I couldn't worship a machine or taste the tears of his subjects for the rest of my life." He shakes his head.
"For every horrible memory, I have five that send me to sleep with a smile. I hope you can say the same."
"Ugh." The other-Tavene says, sounding disgusted as she lunges forward with her borrowed sword. "Focus!" Original Tavene has the grace to look a little ashamed, and the smile disappears. She swings her own sword in tandem with her doppelganger.
Kilo defends the other-Tavene's attack, but Tavene lands a hit with the flat of her blade against his arm.
And for further explanation, Tavene is just level 1, but has a doppelganger, so I'm setting the difficulty at 3 to get through your defenses. So you need to roll 9 or higher. Since she's not going easy on you :)
4) Did I use 0 or 2 pts from Speed or Might pool last round?[/ooc]
Kilo covers up in a defensive stance and shakes his head, trying to clear it, "Unh. Good shot." He smiles in anticipation, "Do it again!"
Target number is 9 - 1 level from Effort = 6 unless Tavene also uses Effort.
Sherine doesn't let her guard down, but since her adversary is content to lean against the railing non-threateningly she decides to converse with him.
"So, have you found piracy to be a fulfilling line of work?" she asks. "I mean, I like the fashion, but I'm not so sure about the actual career."
Panamax sits quietly while Jarris describes the feelings and the sound and the smells and the taste of being in Astaria and under the sway of Ormakal the Mind.
"For every horrible memory, I have five that send me to sleep with a smile. I hope you can say the same."
"I will be able to say the same," Panamax says. "Of this I am certain."
"And so often the pleasant ones are transient. The light off an unexpected stream. The soft sound of laughter as the wind blows through a field of isingrass. Did you know there is a cheese which is made to be cooked?"
Panamax puts his fingers to his lips, and kisses them. "It tastes fantastic."
Sherine doesn't let her guard down, but since her adversary is content to lean against the railing non-threateningly she decides to converse with him.
"So, have you found piracy to be a fulfilling line of work?" she asks. "I mean, I like the fashion, but I'm not so sure about the actual career."
The headache appears to have worn off, for the most part, and the pirate looks warily up at Sherine. "I see a lot," he starts, "but not too much. I eat well, I have enough shins to do what I like." He shrugs. "There's a freedom to it."
Panamax moves to the finger-faced pirate. "If you continue your attack, I will be forced to hurt you again." Panamax crouches down on his heels and touches the pirate on one of his extra fingers.
The excess fingers shrivel and blacken. Panamax blows gently on them, and they crumble to dust. The air smells slightly charred. The extra eye on the pirate's chin closes and disappears, leaving a line of eyelashes behind like a tiny beard. He touches his face, looks up at you, and drops to all fours in front of you. He's not saying anything, but you're getting a clear message that he's worshiping at your feet.
Tavene looks to the deck of the pirate's ship, where three people appear from thin air. She makes her way over, unhurried, as she sees that Ridgar is flanked by two enemies.
Kilo covers up in a defensive stance and shakes his head, trying to clear it, "Unh. Good shot." He smiles in anticipation, "Do it again!"
The pirate is intimidated by the Glaive taking the hit so well; it scares him back towards his ship after a quick glance between Kilo and where Nalo was standing moments before. He scurries out of Anson's way to join his fellow pirate as they give the Seeker as much room as they can.
Seeing that Kilo has everything in hand, Anson picks up a crate and begins hauling it over to the other ship. "'Scuse me," Anson says to anyone in the way. No pirates stop the man from taking his bounty.
"Neat trick." Nalo says as she takes note of the new surroundings. Her fingers keep contact with the staff as her other hand sparks with lightning. "I think you owe Prauss Bellarim an apology for the large hole in her boat."
Prauss Bellarim agrees with a cheeky smile; all four of her tentacles are now latched around both arms and legs of the Pirate Captain.
"You Dropsucking wretch," Ridgar growls. It doesn't take much between Bellarim squeezing her tentacles and Nalo's hand lighting up with lightning to encourage him to drop his fancy staff. Right into Nalo's waiting grasp. "You owe me and here you are, robbing me of my weapon, my dignity."
Ridgar: 8/8 HP, tentacle wrapped and real mad
Pirate 1: 6/6 HP, healed up to normal and worshiping Panamax
Pirate 2: 0/6 HP, still ded
Pirate 3: 4/6 HP, mindsliced by Sherine, sitting down on the deck
Pirate 4: 6/6 HP, intimidated by Nalo AND Anson and trying to flee
Pirate 5: 6/6 HP, intimidated by how well Kilo takes a punch, fleeing
Barely grounding out the electricity before her fingers tighten around the staff, Nalo twirls it with a smile. "It's closer to banditry than theft," a pause, "actually those are the same thing."
She shakes her head, "The point being you guys attacked the boat first, instead of presenting an argument or a bill to Prauss Bellarim. So now you are losing your spoils."
She looks over at the other deck holding up the staff, "Isn't this thing cool?"
A pause, then she asks the captain, "Do you need any help with him?"
Anson continues to pillage the other pirate hold until it's empty or someone thinks to stop him. When he's finished, he'll crack open the crates and see what's there.
"Does anyone else want any healing?" Panamax calls out, looking embarrassed about the pirate worshiping at his feet.
"The good kind, I mean."
"No, stormcloud, but thank you." Bellarim replies to Nalo's offer. "Ridgar was never the type to come to me with well thought out plans."
Ridgar snorts, squirming slightly as Tavene approaches with rope she's pulled out of a crate on the deck of the Icewine. She ties his arms behind his back, and Bellarim withdraws her tentacles when she's sure he's not about to throw himself overboard.
"You owe me." Is all he says.
"I believe you putting a hole in my craft brings us a lot closer to even than you're giving credit for. Have you a way to undo the damage?"
He refuses to answer, but the pirate at Panamax's feet jerks upright. "If you turn the device off, the wall will return. Just make sure you're on one ship or the other when you do."
There aren't many crates in the belly of the pirate's craft, and Anson is able to move all five without any pirates stopping him. The first four contain nothing but spices or cloth. The last crate almost looks empty, but with an eye practiced at searching dark places, Anson spots a tiny silver cube.
"Ah, scaledust!" Jarris pops out of a crate in the Icewine's hold. "I'd know the scent anywhere." He meanders over to sniff at one of the crates and dip a finger into it, bringing grey-green powder to the tip of his tongue. He makes a face. "This is worth a sack of shins in the right port."
He closes his eyes. "It's almost ceremonial. The head baker, he sets the Risloaf down on the counter, and splits the bread open with two clean pulls of a knife." He moves his arms as though cutting the bread himself, eyes still closed. "The bread splits open like a flower, heavily herbed steam billowing out and filling the bakery with a scent that's almost edible itself."
He opens hazel eyes and mimics Panamax's finger kissing with a wink. "Sounds like a perfect match for the cooked cheese, if I haven't missed my mark."
"Ah, scaledust!" Jarris pops out of a crate in the Icewine's hold. "I'd know the scent anywhere." He meanders over to sniff at one of the crates and dip a finger into it, bringing grey-green powder to the tip of his tongue. He makes a face. "This is worth a sack of shins in the right port."
"You sell it, I'll cut you in," Anson says, deftly pocketing the cube.
He refuses to answer, but the pirate at Panamax's feet jerks upright. "If you turn the device off, the wall will return. Just make sure you're on one ship or the other when you do."
"And once we turn off said device is this something we can relocate to the Prauss's ship?"
Either way the answer goes Nalo goes to find out what happened downstairs. And help the more tech savy people with the 'device'.
"Does anyone else want any healing?" Panamax calls out, looking embarrassed about the pirate worshiping at his feet.
"The good kind, I mean."
Sherine raises her hand. "This fine young gentleman whacked me but good earlier. I'm sure it's going to leave a mark if left untreated."
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Nalo zips downstairs with cyher enhanced died. "Kilo? You o..." and promptly trips over a crate that wasn't there before. tch
Rubbing a bruised shin, Nalo presents the staff to the men downstairs. "I know you can teleport when you press this rune."
Panamax looks over Sherine, and touches her on the lower arm.
"If that doesn't do the trick, let me know. I can keep trying."
"You sell it, I'll cut you in," Anson says, deftly pocketing the cube.
"Done." Jarris hums as he reseals the opened crates, making a noise of displeasure as he pulls some synthetic material out of one of the crates. He holds the shimmery red dress up to the bright yellow of his vest. "Ugh, who would even wear something like this?" He tosses it back in the crate. "Ridgar must have stolen this from a pleasure yacht. It's my opinion that people who sail around on pleasure yachts make it their business to own ridiculous clothing and waste expensive spices." He seals the crate and pulls his own ridiculous hat from a pocket on his vest and places it on his head.
"And once we turn off said device is this something we can relocate to the Prauss's ship?"
"Mhm." The pirate mumbles from his face down position on the ship.
Bellarim leads Ridgar back over to the deck of the Icewine, leaving him tied up against the outer wall of the cabin as she tucks her tentacles away and slips back into her coat.
"Let me know if you need any help down there," she says to Nalo. She busies herself with speaking to the other pirates still on the decks.
"Anson! No wonder I didn't see you above deck." She holds up the staff, pauses. "Wait. Before we figure out the staff," she motions to the underwater passage connecting the holds of the two ships. "There is a machine on the ship that did that. Apparently the holes should go away if we can figure out how to turn it off. After we find it to start with."
Anson nods, hops back over to the enemy ship, and begins to search it again, this time on the hunt for the machine.
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She rolls away from the hits, grinning now. "Nice strike." Tavene presses forward and swings her sword towards Kilo, while her doppelganger swings at his exposed back.
It doesn't take long for Anson to find the machine that's connecting both ships with a force tube. It's been discarded to the left of the pirate's side of the tube, but hums so hard it rattles Anson's teeth if he picks it up.
Anson kneels down by it, and cocks his head as he examines it. From the expression on his face, it seems like he goes somewhere else.
Nalo gives Anson enough room to work, but is close at hand to 'help' (to watch) while holding Ridgar's staff in her off hand. She moves her jaw twice to pop her ears from the humming of the device.
When Anson 'goes away' she looks, but doesn't break his concentration or connection on the device. Yet.
The device is about the size of a coconut and shaped similarly. There are cube-shaped slots across the surface of the device and they don't seem to have any pattern or obvious function.
The device shuts off.
Anson stands up, dusts his hands off. "All right, that's that."
The device does shut off, and in that brief few moments before it powers back on again, the tube disappears between ships.
But the holes do not, and a surge of seawater sweeps into the holds of both ships before the force field is restored. The device resumes its loud humming.
Nalo interposes herself between the onrushing water and Anson and the device, making sure neither is swept out. "Almost!" Her voice is more encouragement than teasing.
She looks a little bit closer at the coconut.
Then looks around (including in the water) to see if there are any other objects that look like they might match with the slots in the coconut-device.
The hold appears to be pretty well cleared out after Anson moved the crates, as there wasn't much down there to begin with. A coil of rope, a few scraps of some stiff fabric that may have once been part of a sail. Anything loose was swept backwards in the rush of water, but for your searching, there isn't anything that looks like it would fit in the device.
Nalo zips downstairs with cyher enhanced died. "Kilo? You o..." and promptly trips over a crate that wasn't there before. tch
Rubbing a bruised shin, Nalo presents the staff to the men downstairs. "I know you can teleport when you press this rune."
Kilo decides the bruised shin is not of much import as Nalo continues on so excitedly.
"Really? Yeah, I saw you disappear. That's pretty cool, Kaikaina." a slight pause, "Have you tried the other runs yet?"It looks like he may be reaching towards the rod to touch one with a finger..
Just how many runes does this thing have? Or things that look like they might do activation stuff?
"But we really need to do something about the hole, I had been thinking planks before the tunnel goes away"
And that would be about the point where she'd notice Anson in the room and end up being directed into the other hold.
"Oh, good, I prefer... oof" Tavene starts, caught off guard when she's punched.
She rolls away from the hits, grinning now. "Nice strike." Tavene presses forward and swings her sword towards Kilo, while her doppelganger swings at his exposed back.
Also, when you make attack rolls, can you also make a defense roll so I know what Tavene will have to make to hit you?
Feeling other-Tavene's approach and as both blades descend towards him, Kilo slides backwards, keeping both opponents in his field of vision and using his short knives to parry the oncoming swords. Belatedly realizing either Tavene is not going to go down quickly, Kilo changes tactics slightly, relying less on his physical speed and more on keeping only one Tavene able to attack him at a time. He circles the mast until he finds an opportunity to attack original Tavene, then lashes out at her again.
1lvl effort previously allocated
1lvl effort
no effort, I can take some hits!
The device is about the size of a coconut and shaped similarly. There are cube-shaped slots across the surface of the device and they don't seem to have any pattern or obvious function.
Kilo stares at the coconut, then at Anson. "Looks like it'll fit, no?" he says to the man in black.
Nalo, looking around at the newly crowded storage, almost misses Kilo's poking. She shakes her head, "Nope!"
"But we really need to do something about the hole, I had been thinking planks before the tunnel goes away"
And that would be about the point where she'd notice Anson in the room and end up being directed into the other hold.
Kilo was totally about to push a random rune, but boarding up the hole seems to make a lot of sense. He goes up to find one of the ships crew and suggest they get the hole covered. Quickly!
Anson fishes a cube out of one of his numerous pockets and sticks it in the coconut.