Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Turniphead slowly makes his way up the mast checking for weaknesses, or things that need to be repaired on the way up, then inspecting the crows nest for the same.
Carpentry
Brendan attempts to climb the rigging
Brendan lets out a tiny bit of a smile as he takes the lead.
Taize stands and checks herself for injuries before glancing over at the whip-wielding Mr Scourge and heading back to the rigging.
She mutters, as if to herself "This is why I'd hoped for a ship that needed a cook."
"I like to think so. I can at least avoid poisoning everyone. As for the aftereffects of the poison... [whispers] see me later, I'd rather not reveal I can call on Gozreh without a holy symbol. It might prove useful."
Brendan says "shouldn't they be climbing not to be whipped."
Mr. Plugg waits to see who will finish between Brendan and Aula, and then raises his voice. "ENOUGH! STOP CLIMBING, GET DOWN HERE NOW! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR FAILURES TO GO AND FINISH CLIMBING!"
He walks down to the main deck as everyone scrambles to get down. "Alright. You three who finished... you're now riggers. Your first shift starts in a moment. Go see Mr. Scourge over there, lest the failures pollute you."
"And as for you horrid wreches who can't even climb a simple rigging... Can any of you cook?" He spits out these last words with great manace, as if they were a threat rather than an inquiry.
Sharice lingers a moment at the crow's nest to breathe the fresh salty air before clambering back down. As the others head off to "Mr. Scourge", she delays just long enough to hear the answers to Mr. Plugg's question while she considers her impressions of her two new "colleagues".
She's faster than most humans have a right to be, and he's massively tough. They'll come in handy as allies when it's time to make a move...
Lucia gulps at that and shakes her head I can scramble eggs without burning them, but I don't think that's what he's looking for. She takes a quick glance at the people who have been sent off to manage rigging. Well, just glad I'm not going to have to be up that high. Climbing didn't really agree with me...
Aula takes a few seconds to look round from her perch up the rigging, trying to gauge which direction the ship has takes.
She then smiles at Kestryl and whispers to herbefore climbing down. "It seems we are fated to work together. We'll need to talk more when we have time."
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Kestry gives Taize an apologetic glance for not being more help. Catch ya later. Maybe now you can get that cooking position?
Kestryl whispers to Brendan Rigger, is that good? At least we'll be in the open air, right? I couldn't stand too much time inside this smelly bucket.
Her heart drops when the Chelish woman is named as a rigger, too. You'd think getting kidnapped and taken out to sea would finally free me from the Chexians, but noooo.
To Aula she says, Uh, yeh, right, we should talk. Seems like fate has got all sorts of fun planned for me.
Taize steps forward. "I can cook, sir."
"I've been known to fish, but never cooked a day in my life." Jensen responds. Trying to read Mr. Plugg, not getting much.
Sunny simply slouches to the deck....obviously still not feeling too well...
As Turniphead works his way down the rigging at his normal pace, he dusts off his hands, and takes a deep breath.
"There is a bit of rot behind the second spar, and the pulley on the starboard stay is starting to work itself loose". "Wouldn't have noticed that if I was in a big hurry".
Sharice lingers a moment at the crow's nest to breathe the fresh salty air before clambering back down. She remains quiet at Plugg's disdainful remarks, breathing carefully to let the rage flow through her without acting on it just yet, letting the others answer first to buy some time for better self-control.
By the time the others have answered, she even manages a smile that's almost sincere. "I'm afraid not," she replies. "I'd be just as likely to poison you all by accident as I'd be to cook up something nourishing, and that'd be a shame..."
... After all, when I kill you, it's going to be on purpose and it'll be more painful than food poisoning...
Sunny groans again at the mention of 'Food' and 'Poison'...
And stumbles again to the leeward railing to throw what little is left inside her to the waves.
"I need somat t'heal me..." She croaks..."Whut ever it were I done got dosed with done left me a right mess..." She laments...
Tiberius meets Plugg's gaze evenly, with no trace of anger or resentment. "I've never cooked before, and haven't done much climbing in my life either. It seems to me that if you'd wanted a specific skill set you might've done better recruiting as opposed to kidnapping, though I have keen eyes and some experience running a ship, so I'm sure you can put me to good use."
Taize decides to take a risk.
"In fact, sir, I had a small cooking kit with me just before I was - recruited."
She stares directly into Plugg's face, knowing that her race's blank white eyes can disturb other races.
Brendan says "SO they might end up in the kitchen" to himself.
Taaize looks at Sunny then at Plug.
"If I may..."
She will walk over to Sunny and attempt to use pressure points to assist and heal her.
Sunny acquiesces to Taize's request...and sighs and groans a little in comfort/pleasure from the massage.
"Oooo...that feels good..." Sunny sighs
Plugg sees that no one else has volunteered, and that only useless chatter is going on. "SILENCE!" he roars, "YOU FAILURES NEED NOT SPEAK! You two," pointing at Taize and Jensen, "Get to the galley and go help Fishguts. YOU THREE UP IN THE CROW'S NEST: THE FIRST IS TO REPAIR THE RIGGING, AND THE OTHER TWO ARE TO DO LINE WORK! The rest of you... You three(Sunny, Turniphead and Sharice ) go rid us of any rats we've taken aboard. You (Tiberius) Man the bilges. And you (Lucia) go haul rope as Scourge instructs. Now, MOVE IT!" He turns and abruptly heads belowdeacks.
Brendan will try to do line work .
Lucia looks for a moment like she might protest, but she starts getting to work without much of an immediate protest. Just try to fit in for now, look at how things go. I need to get an idea of who the players are for the time being, then I can figure out how to assign the roles to the actors. Tonight, maybe I can start working on that...some of the others here might be useful for that too.
Oh actions are work diligantly.
Taize stands up and joins her new cooking partner as they head to the galley.
Making no complaints, Locke heads below to the bilge. He works diligently at his duties, for now.
Jensen will mosey on in the direction the first mate has pointed him. Cooking huh, this could get real interesting but at least this lass they are sending me with may know a thing or two about cookin. Who knows I might even learn a thing or two.
He seems to be carefree at the moment.
Sharice gives Plugg another baleful glare before turning away and starting her search for vermin... And taking the opportunity to explore as much of the ship as she can make an excuse for.
"Aye sir," answers Aula.
She looks for her assigned place and quickly set out to work.
However, as soon as she can, she will try to discuss with some of the other riggers, trying to befriend them.
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Kestryl isn't that upset by being press-ganged. She would rather have walked on board under her own power, but at least she gets to be in the open air-- her favorite. Mostly she's cooperating and keeping an eye out for how things work. She is a little thrown by Aula's continued attempts to talk to her.
I wanted to get away, and now I'm 'away'. But everywhere I turn this Cheliaxian is right over me shoulder. At least she seems to know a little something about ships. Mebbe she can help me a little, afore she guts me in my sleep.
Bah! She's impossible to read
Do you know *how* I'm supposed to repair this rigging? I've never actually been on a boat before. I'm pretty quick with my hands though, if someone can tell me what needs doin'.
Climb and Dex checks were each 14's above.
Rat Hunting: Plus darkvision. (Also explore one room of the ship if possible)
Taize heads to the galley to meet this 'Fishguts'.
"Good morning, sir. I am Taize Vesper and this Gentleman and I have been assigned to assist you. What do you need us to do?"
Seeing something in one of the current crew that strikes her fancy Sunny wanders over to the gent and offers a hand held out in greetings.
"G'day t'ye! Folk's they get by with callin' me 'Sunny'. T'is as good as anything I s'pose..." She scratches absently at her blond mop of hair,
"So, whut'd folks be callin' yerself, then?" She continues to smile at the fellow. (^_^)
Sharice sets her Anger over her general situation temporarily aside. Clearing vermin may not be particularly fun, but it's not a job that can be left undone -- and it's best done before the rats chew their way into the food stores.
Besides, this is an outstanding opportunity and excuse to explore the main hold while she's there...
She looks up at Turniphead as they're both abovedecks for a moment to dispose of rat corpses into the ocean. "I can't help but wonder how many other crewmen were 'hired' the same way we were..." she murmurs to him under her breath. "Might be worth looking into."
"Go awy!" The large man says with an unprovoked snarl, turning rapidly to return to his task at hand. He does his best to ignore Sunny, but is clearly bothered by her presence, and would like nothing better to be left alone.
For but a few seconds Sunny actually pouts...
"Hmmmm............"
Then her grin again breaks out,
"Okeys then! Toodles!"
She spins about and skips off in search of some one else to be friendly with. (^_^)