Atia catches Joran's eye briefly while Terry is walking over and smiles, mouthing, "Later?" as subtly as she could, a hopeful expression briefly flashing across her face. She missed him and rankled at being trapped by the desire to keep hateful eyes off of them.
Managing to read her lips, his heart skips a beat as his smile widens before giving a quick yet subtle nod in response.
"I saw you do a reading the other night--that was fascinating. I had read about those here and there in my studies, but I've never witnessed one in person. If you're ever up for it, I'd be interested in seeing one up close sometime." Atia smiles, leaning forward with obvious interest in the subject.
Quickly before Terry makes his way over Cass says "I'd love to do a reading whenever you like! though possibly not right now, the cards throw Terry for a loop, I'm not quite fully sure what that's about but I figure its not my place to pry. But later tonight or tomorrow morning I'd love to do a reading!"
The look Terry provides in response to the tale of a Philter of Love lost on the ship would get even a jester punished if directed at his patron. "Riiiight. Let me guess. Bottle looks like a stylized heart, too? I can play in your snipe hunt easily enough. Not my first trip, you know. The bottle might even be real."
"Possible we've been gullible sure but Grok seems alright and its better to be to cautious on bad information than not cautious enough and come to regret it later" Cass replies
As folks dig into their food there are general discontented rumblings over its less than palatable quality. Rosie asks Conchobar ”Did she serve us the dirty f*@@ing diswater by mistake?” Tiffer suffered in silence, a rare state for her. Jack ate every bite, his face unreadable, seems quite content to be eating at all. Several of those from the brawl mutter with annoyance and throw pointed looks in Atia’s direction.
Seadreamer would take burnt stew at the moment, over being up to his knees in bilgewater and using the boarding pike as a makeshift handle, while exhausted and hungry.
"Evening! I've noticed you generally avoid the old crew. I'm guessing there's a history involved of some type? I get it. Despite my efforts, they are making it hard for me to stay near them, too. Thing is, a ship can be a horribly lonely place if you can't find somebody to talk with."
Terry tried to make small talk with Shivikah but misses his mark. ”Don’t avoid the old crew. I avoid everyone,” she said tersely, carrying her lousy stew elsewhere.
"Hey, Grok, I was wanting to ask you about something. Now this is just between you and ol' Shark Bait, okay? Okay, anyway, you know when you gave me those boots for 'Dreamer you said: "I’ll tell her that’s one." What did you mean by that?"
Joran caught Grok right after she returned from passing out the rum. For once, she hadn’t started drinking herself, yet – she’d told Atia she would try to keep Kroop sober, and she was worried about the missing philter. ”Hmm? Oh. I made Atia a deal earlier. If you folks found that missing potion I’d start handing back your missing gear, a few items at a time. I meant the boots would count as one, s’why I didn’t charge you.”
Sandara saw Des looking for her and moved to join her. ”Hey. You okay?” Her concern was genuine. ”I hope the singing didn’t make a bad situation worse. I was worried about you and told Joran, since he’s so vocal about helping folks. Was more looking for ideas and he up and started banging on the Captain’s ceiling.” She smiled wryly.
Cass kept an eye out for anything suspicious as the crew milled about eating their meals and drinking their rum rations. What stood out as suspicious among a ship of pirates? Everyone was acting a bit shady, in one way or another. Furtive glances, subtle hand offs, pointed whispers…
Joran, too, was keeping both eyes peeled, but for a very specific person – Syl. And there she was, lurking nearby. She always seemed to be smiling but tonight it seemed especially wide. He didn’t like it.
Everyone grew quiet suddenly as Scourge stormed below deck. ”Kroop! Where is that sack of s*~&? He’d better have a damn good reason for serving the Captain and officers that chum.”
”Oh that weren’t Kroop, sir,” Fipps explained helpfully. ”It’s that little assistant of his. She’s over there.” He pointed smugly towards where Atia, Cass, and Terry were gathered.
Scourge moved over like an angry stormcloud. ”Get up.” He grabbed Atia’s upper arm and hauled her to her feet. ”Since you clearly didn’t spend the day cooking anything passing as food, you can take your pretty little ass down to the bilges with the dwarf tonight.” He shoved her in that direction, hard enough she had to catch her balance.
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As folks dig into their food there are general discontented rumblings over its less than palatable quality. Rosie asks Conchobar ”Did she serve us the dirty f#%!ing diswater by mistake?” Tiffer suffered in silence, a rare state for her. Jack ate every bite, his face unreadable, seems quite content to be eating at all. Several of those from the brawl mutter with annoyance and throw pointed looks in Atia’s direction.
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Everyone grew quiet suddenly as Scourge stormed below deck. ”Kroop! Where is that sack of s+%@? He’d better have a damn good reason for serving the Captain and officers that chum.”
”Oh that weren’t Kroop, sir,” Fipps explained helpfully. ”It’s that little assistant of his. She’s over there.” He pointed smugly towards where Atia, Cass, and Terry were gathered.
Scourge moved over like an angry stormcloud. ”Get up.” He grabbed Atia’s upper arm and hauled her to her feet. ”Since you clearly didn’t spend the day cooking anything passing as food, you can take your pretty little ass down to the bilges with the dwarf tonight.” He shoved her in that direction, hard enough she had to catch her balance.
Atia had known that the quality of food was going to get her into trouble, but she hadn't expected it quite yet. She has had, throughout the night, the grace to look embarrassed whenever someone tastes the food and makes a face at her, but a growing part of her felt resentment towards the entire situation. If Kroop wasn't drunk all the time, the food might be more consistently up to par, she thinks sourly.
When Scourge approaches, Atia braces herself. Unfortunately for her, his grab hurts and she lets out an undignified squeak as she's hauled up, stumbling towards the bilges and rubbing her arm. She bites her tongue and simply nods to Scourge, hurrying down to the bilges so as not to incur more of the man's wrath. Joran... she thinks, a mild panic washing over her as she heads down. Please keep your head down...
-- In the bilges with 'Dreamer --
Atia enters the bilges, heaving a sigh and nodding, tight-lipped, at Seadreamer. "Food was bad today," she offers as an explanation for her sudden presence. "I'm here to...help. I'm afraid I will end up more of a hindrance, though."
In the Bilges
Seadreamer looks up as Atia enters, and listens to why she is here.
Well, I would take any food right about now, you didn't squirrel any away did you Dreamer looks at her kind of pleading.
I am tempted to use this damn thing He indicates the pike that is being used as a handle.
But I know it is to early. However, I think I will leave this here for when we need it.
As for assistance, just do what you can, But keeping me awake will help us more.
He turns back to the pump and continues to work strongly even though he is slows down during the night due to fatigue.
Sandara saw Des looking for her and moved to join her. ”Hey. You okay?” Her concern was genuine. ”I hope the singing didn’t make a bad situation worse. I was worried about you and told Joran, since he’s so vocal about helping folks. Was more looking for ideas and he up and started banging on the Captain’s ceiling.” She smiled wryly.
Destinie smiled nervously in response. "It wasn't the singing. I thought it was lovely... overall." The smile faded as she pulled Sandara into somewhere more private.
"It's the captsin. He... wanted me to join his crew. When Joran knocked he wanted me to prove my loyalty with this." she pulled out the bottle Harrigan gave her yesterday as her face fell further. "He... he wanted me to poison him for yesterday. I'm not doing it... but if I don't he'll punish me."
Sandara looked at the poison and took Des's hand, closing the blonde woman's hand around it to keep it hidden, her expression one of grave concern. "Oh, Des...what are you going to do?"
Sandara looked at the poison and took Des's hand, closing the blonde woman's hand around it to keep it hidden, her expression one of grave concern. "Oh, Des...what are you going to do?"
"I was hoping you could help me run through my options," she replied soberly as she put it away. "I could keep it, but he'd just say I stole it. Same if I used it on someone... but I don't have the stomach for that," she shuddered. She leaned against the wall as she thought through what to do. "I think my best bet is to hand it back publicly. So people would know I found it instead. It'd still piss her off, but maybe I can get the crew behind me," she smiled weekly.
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In the Bilges
Seadreamer looks up as Atia enters, and listens to why she is here.
Well, I would take any food right about now, you didn't squirrel any away did you Dreamer looks at her kind of pleading.
I am tempted to use this damn thing He indicates the pike that is being used as a handle.
But I know it is to early. However, I think I will leave this here for when we need it.As for assistance, just do what you can, But keeping me awake will help us more.
He turns back to the pump and continues to work strongly even though he is slows down during the night due to fatigue.
"I'm sorry, Seadreamer, but I don't have anything...I'll try to get you something extra tomorrow," Atia says apologetically. "Maybe someone will take pity on us and bring you something before the night is over..."
Atia, indeed, is not much help, but whenever she notices Seadreamer flagging, she will tell him funny stories from her university days -- spell failures, pranks they pulled, summoning gone awry -- to try to make him laugh and keep him awake.
"So, about four years ago, when I had just started focusing on my magic specialization, my friends and I found out that the boys were trying to scry on the girl's dormitory bathing area, for, you know, obvious reasons." Atia pauses and rolls her eyes, but returns to the story quickly, standing near 'Dreamer and doing whatever he tells her to try to be less..in the way. "So my friend Lucrezia knew a couple of the guys who were doing the scrying. We all grew up together, so our families are familiar with each other, that sort of thing. Well,” Atia pauses again to laugh a little at the memories resurfacing. ”The next time we were all bathing, we caught the signs of being scryed on, right? So… since we all knew each other’s families…Lucrezia cast a spell that made us all look like those boys’ mothers. So, instead of seeing us naked, they got a big eyeful of their naked moms taking a bath. Never had an issue being scried on in the bath ever again!”
In the Bilges
Seadreamer looks up as Atia enters, and listens to why she is here.
Well, I would take any food right about now, you didn't squirrel any away did you Dreamer looks at her kind of pleading.
I am tempted to use this damn thing He indicates the pike that is being used as a handle.
But I know it is to early. However, I think I will leave this here for when we need it.As for assistance, just do what you can, But keeping me awake will help us more.
He turns back to the pump and continues to work strongly even though he is slows down during the night due to fatigue.
"I'm sorry, Seadreamer, but I don't have anything...I'll try to get you something extra tomorrow," Atia says apologetically. "Maybe someone will take pity on us and bring you something before the night is over..."
Atia, indeed, is not much help, but whenever she notices Seadreamer flagging, she will tell him funny stories from her university days -- spell failures, pranks they pulled, summoning gone awry -- to try to make him laugh and keep him awake.
"So, about four years ago, when I had just started focusing on my magic specialization, my friends and I found out that the boys were trying to scry on the girl's dormitory bathing area, for, you know, obvious reasons." Atia pauses and rolls her eyes, but returns to the story quickly, standing near 'Dreamer and doing whatever he tells her to try to be less..in the way. "So my friend Lucrezia knew a couple of the guys who were doing the scrying. We all grew up together, so our families are familiar with each other, that sort of thing. Well,” Atia pauses again to laugh a little at the memories resurfacing. ”The next time we were all bathing, we caught the signs of being scryed...
Seadreamer stops for a good chuckle with that one.
Ah the state of young boys. Always want to see what they are forbidden.He continues to work the pump, trying to do the work of two, while flagging in both strength and endurance.
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Joran caught Grok right after she returned from passing out the rum. For once, she hadn’t started drinking herself, yet – she’d told Atia she would try to keep Kroop sober, and she was worried about the missing philter. ”Hmm? Oh. I made Atia a deal earlier. If you folks found that missing potion I’d start handing back your missing gear, a few items at a time. I meant the boots would count as one, s’why I didn’t charge you.”
Nodding, "Oh, okay. Hey, thanks!" Joran then returns to his table and sits to where he can keep an eye on Syl while mindlessly eating very little of his soup.
Joran, too, was keeping both eyes peeled, but for a very specific person – Syl. And there she was, lurking nearby. She always seemed to be smiling but tonight it seemed especially wide. He didn’t like it.
Shaking his head, There's just no telling what she's going to do. Of all the people on this tub that had to see us, it had to be her.
His thoughts quickly get interrupted when Scourge enters.
Everyone grew quiet suddenly as Scourge stormed below deck. ”Kroop! Where is that sack of s~!~? He’d better have a damn good reason for serving the Captain and officers that chum.”
”Oh that weren’t Kroop, sir,” Fipps explained helpfully. ”It’s that little assistant of his. She’s over there.” He pointed smugly towards where Atia, Cass, and Terry were gathered.
Scourge moved over like an angry stormcloud. ”Get up.” He grabbed Atia’s upper arm and hauled her to her feet. ”Since you clearly didn’t spend the day cooking anything passing as food, you can take your pretty little ass down to the bilges with the dwarf tonight.” He shoved her in that direction, hard enough that she had to catch her balance.
Joran shoots a glare toward Fipps as he rats out Atia. Cutting his attention to Scourge, who's now moving over toward the wizard and manhandling her horribly, his grip severely tightens upon the spoon and the bowl. Doing all he can not to launch himself at the boatswain, he quickly alters his focus toward his bowl and plays back in his mind Atia's words: ”You need to keep your head down, Joran. Scourge has it out for you. And the Captain, too." ”You need to keep your head down, Joran." "You need to keep your head down... your head down... your head down..." The barbarian wants to rage. He wants to kill Fipps and the rest of his thug accomplices. But he does nothing but continue to stare at the bowl. You had your chance, Fipps. You had your chance. I won't forget this. Just now realizing he's bent the spoon horribly, Joran drops it before quickly picking it back up and working to bend it back to normal, albeit very carefully so as not to snap it in half.
Remaining in his seat and silent, he awaits to see what Scourge does next. Leave, Scourge. If you'll get out of my way I can take this bowl down to 'Dreamer and check up on him and Atia.
"I was hoping you could help me run through my options," she replied soberly as she put it away. "I could keep it, but he'd just say I stole it. Same if I used it on someone... but I don't have the stomach for that," she shuddered. She leaned against the wall as she thought through what to do. "I think my best bet is to hand it back publicly. So people would know I found it instead. It'd still piss her off, but maybe I can get the crew behind me," she smiled weekly.
Sandara winces a bit, and forces a clearly unamused smile. " I vote stall, and hope Besmara smites him before your time is up. Des, Harrigan is no laughing matter. I could easily see him making you drink it if you don't do what he says. I'm not saying give it to Joran -- I like the big guy. But you need to be ready for serious consequences. And you need a more solid plan than hoping enough of the crew will stick their necks out for you. A few of us would, absolutely." She laid her hand on Des's shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. "But I'm not sure it'd be enough, and Harrigan would be just as likely to kill us all if we questioned his power."
Remaining in his seat and silent, he awaits to see what Scourge does next. Leave, Scourge. If you'll get out of my way I can take this bowl down to 'Dreamer and check up on him and Atia.
Scourge did not leave.
Scourge was in a foul mood, and knew who he wanted to take it out on.
As Fipps and his cronies chuckled over Atia's rapid departure, the boatswain swaggered through the room as if inspecting the troops, but his feet carried him unerringly towards Joran. He looked down his nose at the big man, who was still struggling to keep it together, unbending the spoon.
"Skull too think to know how a spoon works? Well it's s#@$ stew, but I find myself with an appetite tonight. And since you're not eating it anyway..." Scourge snatched Joran's untouched supper, leaving him the crooked utensil.
Joran, who'd been keeping an eye on her even now, noticed Syl's entire demeanor change. She looked like she wanted to scream, anger, worry and frustration clear on her face.
Scourge chuckled and strolled back the way he'd come, stew in hand, bringing the bowl up to his mouth and drinking from it as he walked.
He paused a moment later, shaking his head as if he were dizzy. He blinked heavily as if his vision had become unfocused, looking around himself as if for allies.
Instead, his vision fell upon Cass. And an expression crossed his face none of you had ever seen. A smile, without malice behind it.
Sandara winces a bit, and forces a clearly unamused smile. " I vote stall, and hope Besmara smites him before your time is up. Des, Harrigan is no laughing matter. I could easily see him making you drink it if you don't do what he says. I'm not saying give it to Joran -- I like the big guy. But you need to be ready for serious consequences. And you need a more solid plan than hoping enough of the crew will stick their necks out for you. A few of us would, absolutely." She laid her hand on Des's shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. "But I'm not sure it'd be enough, and Harrigan would be just as likely to kill us all if we questioned his power."
"That's true..." she replied sadly. It wasn't her intention, but it probably wouldn't have mattered anyways. Her arms slumped as her head looked down... and then something else came up.
"But what if I never get the chance to give it to him? If I can get someone or something to take it from me or break it, then it would at least give me more time, though it might not spare me any punishment..."
She shook her head. "If things don't work out, I want to ask a couple questions. The first one is why you picked me on that first day? I don't want it to be as if... I was manipulating you or anything."
Seadreamer stops for a good chuckle with that one.
Ah the state of young boys. Always want to see what they are forbidden.He continues to work the pump, trying to do the work of two, while flagging in both strength and endurance.
Atia giggles along with him as she paces around in the bilgewater. She tries, desperately, not to think about what the little bit of slimy something is that slides past her ankles and tries to think of some other story to tell. The smell, however, is becoming a little overwhelming, and she dreads how she's going to smell when this is all over.
"Seadreamer, I would do some truly awful things for a bath right now. With bubbles. And someone washing and brushing my hair." Atia heaves a heavy sigh and tries not to think about how itchy her skin suddenly feels. "I don't think my nose is ever going to work properly again at this point. It's so bad, I can't even think of any other stupid stories. And I got into trouble a lot."
While she waits for his reply, she looks around above her and into the shadows, trying to make sure no ghosts or anything weird jump out at them while Seadreamer pumps the bilges.
Narrowing his eyes at Syl, he looks at Scourge to see what it is that's got her so flustered. Unable to make out his expression since his back is to the barbarian, Joran rises from his seat and moves around to get a clearer view of Scourge's face. Noticing him looking really weird, he turns to see what it is he's staring at. Seeing only Cass over there, he looks back to Scourge, to Cass, back to Scourge, and then back to Cass again.
And then it hits him.
Eyes going wide, Oh no. I gotta warn Cass! I guess that potion really isn't a fairy tale after all. And it was in my bowl! Man, I'm glad I barely ate any of that mess. I'm also glad I didn't take it to 'Dreamer! Not only that, I was keeping my eye on... Syl! Snapping his attention toward the psycho, he shoots her a glare and mouths the words: 'I know what you did.'
Not wasting another moment, he quickly makes his way to Cass and leans in close. "Cass, I gotta talk fast. You're in trouble. Remember that love potion? Scourge drank it and now he's got eyes for you. Who knows how this is gonna play out but I won't leave you hanging, okay? I'm not sure what I can do but I can at least run some interference for you if you're wanting. Let me know. If you want to handle this yourself, I'll keep my distance but I can't promise I won't keep an eye out," he winks.
Leaning back out, he makes his way back over to his table but not before cutting one last glance at the boatswain. Sitting, Joran moves his eyes back to Syl, shaking his head at her.
Once things seem to settle down, Joran looks to Syl and throws her a nod to follow him when he leaves. Waiting a few moments, he rises and takes his leave, giving her one last look before he does.
Finding a secluded spot, he leans back against a wall with his arms crossed and his head down in thought, awaiting the psycho. As soon as she arrives, he cuts his attention to her. "Okay, Syl, what do you want? I'm guessing you must have some form of End Game in all this, right? What would it take to get you off our backs? Well, besides gutting me of course."
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Bilges
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Joran heads down to the bilges. Opening up the door, "Hello?" he calls out, climbing down the ladder and into the muck. Never able to contain a smile when he sees Atia, "Hey, darlin'. Are you alright?" He then catches Seadreamer out of the corner of his eye. "Oh hey, 'Dreamer, how are you holding up? I would've brought you my soup but someone else ate it. Scourge. And you two are never gonna believe this but guess what it was laced with?" he asks, letting that hang in the balance for a moment before, "That love potion of all things. And who did he lay his eyes on first? Cass," he nods, giving them a moment to process all of that.
Not wasting another moment, he quickly makes his way to Cass and leans in close. "Cass, I gotta talk fast. You're in trouble. Remember that love potion? Scourge drank it and now he's got eyes for you. Who knows how this is gonna play out but I won't leave you hanging, okay? I'm not sure what I can do but I can at least run some interference for you if you're wanting. Let me know. If you want to handle this yourself, I'll keep my distance but I can't promise I won't keep an eye out," he winks.
"Yeah, I gathered that, well, I suppose we can see how it plays out for the moment, maybe I can play him to get him on our side? strange at it may seem if we can take advantage of this it might work in our favor in the end" she quickly shoots back
Cass stands up slowly eyeing Scourge and gathering her things as she looks around to find someone to move towards, seeing Destinie and Sandara with each other she decides to join that click for the moment. she saunters over and sets her stuff down at the table. "Well, I have good news and bad new, good news is I think the potion has been delt with bad news is "delt with" might be a bit of a strong term, I think Scourge drank it and saw me, well we see what it does I figured staying around folks was the best idea. So lets make small talk." she says as she is doing so "Either of you care for a reading?" She finishes pulling out her cards.
"Yeah, I gathered that, well, I suppose we can see how it plays out for the moment, maybe I can play him to get him on our side? strange at it may seem if we can take advantage of this it might work in our favor in the end" she quickly shoots back.
Joran gives her a confident nod, making his way back to the table.
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-----------------Joran heads down to the bilges. Opening up the door, "Hello?" he calls out, climbing down the ladder and into the muck. Never able to contain a smile when he sees Atia, "Hey, darlin'. Are you alright?" He then catches Seadreamer out of the corner of his eye. "Oh hey, 'Dreamer, how are you holding up? I would've brought you my soup but someone else ate it. Scourge. And you two are never gonna believe this but guess what it was laced with?" he asks, letting that hang in the balance for a moment before, "That love potion of all things. And who did he lay his eyes on first? Cass," he nods, giving them a moment to process all of that.
Atia brightens a bit when she hears Joran's voice, ceasing her pacing around the bilge. When he comes down, she picks her way over to him while he speaks, eyes widening at his news. She shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose a tad, and then reaches a hand out shyly towards his. "Oh, really? Scourge?!... Is Cass okay?" She huffs a little bit, a moment of realization flashing across her face. "Uh, so... who had it? Because they clearly meant it for you." She makes a face, something crossed between jealousy and indignance, and then glances over at 'Dreamer with a frown. "He's tired. He's been doing all the work. I'm useless at this."
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Not hesitating a moment to accept her hand in his, a sense of peace overcomes the big guy. "Yeah, she wants to see what she can do to take advantage of the fact. And as far as who had it, welllll," he looks away, concerned about how she's going to take this. Scratching the back of his neck with his free hand in an awkward manner, he shoots a glance over toward 'Dreamer to make sure he's busy before looking to Atia and whispering, "It was Syl."
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Not hesitating a moment to accept her hand in his, a sense of peace overcomes the big guy. "Yeah, she wants to see what she can do to take advantage of the fact. And as far as who had it, welllll," he looks away, concerned about how she's going to take this. Scratching the back of his neck with his free hand in an awkward manner, he shoots a glance over toward 'Dreamer to make sure he's busy before looking to Atia and whispering, "It was Syl."
Atia huffs a little with surprise and laces her fingers between his, squeezing lightly. "What? Syl?" She looks thoughtful for a moment, thinking back on being cornered by Syl in the galley. "I bet she got it the other night when she came in to harass me." Atia shudders a little, a near-reflexive response whenever she thinks of the woman.
"I'm really worried for you!" She whispers to him furiously. "The Captain wants Destinie to poison you. She's not going to do it, though. She's working on a solution." She looks up at him, frowning, brows furrowed with deep concern. "I have a spell that can detect poison, but I can't use it until the morning. Please be careful."
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"But what if I never get the chance to give it to him? If I can get someone or something to take it from me or break it, then it would at least give me more time, though it might not spare me any punishment...""If things don't work out, I want to ask a couple questions. The first one is why you picked me on that first day? I don't want it to be as if... I was manipulating you or anything."
"Not a bad idea...though whoever is your accomplice in that would surely join you in whatever sadism Harrigan decided to dish out. SO the real question is, how do we get Fipps or Tam to do it?" Sandara smirked. At Des's last question she smiled softly. "Manipulating me? Hardly." She considered her words a moment. "Would it be crazy to say I sensed a kindred spirit? I saw a woman in the very same situation I'd found myself in a week or so earlier, doubtless with the same plethora of emotions running through her mind. I could have really used a few kind words then, so..." she shrugged. "And since then... what began as empathy has turned to actual fondness, as I've gotten to know you. We'll get you through this business, one way or another."
"Okay, Syl, what do you want? I'm guessing you must have some form of End Game in all this, right? What would it take to get you off our backs? Well, besides gutting me of course."
Syl stormed after him, ignoring his questions. Once away from the crowd she screamed with her mouth closed and teeth clenched, venting her annoyance. "It would have been so perfect... Atia's sweetheart, suddenly spurning her for me, wrapped around my little finger, no matter how badly I treated him. Gods, can you imagine it? I could slit Scourge's throat in his sleep for taking that joy from me. But not until I've cut off his toes and made him eat them." She pouted. Seemingly remembering he was there she turned on him accusingly. "Why didn't you just eat the damn soup!"
"Well, I have good news and bad new, good news is I think the potion has been delt with bad news is "delt with" might be a bit of a strong term, I think Scourge drank it and saw me, well we see what it does I figured staying around folks was the best idea. So lets make small talk." she says as she is doing so "Either of you care for a reading?" She finishes pulling out her cards.
Sandara's eyes went wide. All she could manage was to stare from Cass to Scourge and back again.
Scourge stared at Cass for a long while, to the point where it got awkward. Especially with the happy smile on his face, such a foreign look for him. Eventually he came to his senses enough to recall his surroundings and he cleared his throat, pulling his eyes away. He considered approaching and speaking to her...whatever her name was. Scourge didn't even know. He'd have to find out. She was talking to friends now, the one the Captain had an eye for and that damned Besmaran witch. Introductions would wait. He took the stew and headed out of the hold, though he did steal a few more glances at her on the way out.
"Not a bad idea...though whoever is your accomplice in that would surely join you in whatever sadism Harrigan decided to dish out. SO the real question is, how do we get Fipps or Tam to do it?" Sandara smirked. At Des's last question she smiled softly. "Manipulating me? Hardly." She considered her words a moment. "Would it be crazy to say I sensed a kindred spirit? I saw a woman in the very same situation I'd found myself in a week or so earlier, doubtless with the same plethora of emotions running through her mind. I could have really used a few kind words then, so..." she shrugged. "And since then... what began as empathy has turned to actual fondness, as I've gotten to know you. We'll get you through this business, one way or another."
The oracle smiled back reassuringly. "Makes me wish I was there when you first got here. But we're here for each other now." She placed a hand on where themselves own hand was on her shoulder. "There was one more thing I wanted to ask you..."
Cass stands up slowly eyeing Scourge and gathering her things as she looks around to find someone to move towards, seeing Destinie and Sandara with each other she decides to join that click for the moment. she saunters over and sets her stuff down at the table. "Well, I have good news and bad new, good news is I think the potion has been delt with bad news is "delt with" might be a bit of a strong term, I think Scourge drank it and saw me, well we see what it does I figured staying around folks was the best idea. So lets make small talk." she says as she is doing so "Either of you care for a reading?" She finishes pulling out her cards.
Not again! Des got off the wall fearing the worse... and only saw the elf instead. She placed a hand on her chest as she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she blinked as she heard the news... and shuddered in response. "Oh Cass," she shook her head before, but made eye contact with Scourge. Luckily it didn't look like he wanted to join in.
With that in mind, she nodded in agreement. [B]"I could honestly use some advice on something." A pause. "I can fill you in after you finish." She turned her head towards Quinn. "Did you want to join in Sandy? If only to keep Scourge at bay."
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Seadreamer looks up as Sharkbait comes in.
I feel like I have been run over by a cart
He stops pumping looks over at Sharkbait and Atia then glances down at the interlocked hands.
Good man, take enjoy it while you can and worry not. The officers will hear nothing of it from me
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Syl stormed after him, ignoring his questions. Once away from the crowd she screamed with her mouth closed and teeth clenched, venting her annoyance. "It would have been so perfect... Atia's sweetheart, suddenly spurning her for me, wrapped around my little finger, no matter how badly I treated him. Gods, can you imagine it? I could slit Scourge's throat in his sleep for taking that joy from me. But not until I've cut off his toes and made him eat them." She pouted. Seemingly remembering he was there she turned on him accusingly. "Why didn't you just eat the damn soup!"
Actually 'imagining' that moment, Joran shudders. Thank the gods. That would've just..., he can be seen shaking his head, I would've lost her. Talk about a fate worse than death. He brings up a mental image of Atia and breathes a HUGE sigh of relief as he draws his hands down his face. "Well, I did eat a couple of small spoonfuls but obviously it wasn't enough to affect me. It just wasn't very good, Syl. Nice try though. Seeing how it looks like you've got some issues to work through, I'll just be heading off. See ya around, Syl." The barbarian takes his leave, but not before muttering under his breath, "Unfortunately," as he walks away.
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Atia huffs a little with surprise and laces her fingers between his, squeezing lightly. "What? Syl?" She looks thoughtful for a moment, thinking back on being cornered by Syl in the galley. "I bet she got it the other night when she came in to harass me." Atia shudders a little, a near-reflexive response whenever she thinks of the woman.
"I'm really worried for you!" She whispers to him furiously. "The Captain wants Destinie to poison you. She's not going to do it, though. She's working on a solution." She looks up at him, frowning, brows furrowed with deep concern. "I have a spell that can detect poison, but I can't use it until the morning. Please be careful."
Feeling like he's just been punched in the gut by a giant the size of a mountain, "Poison me?!?! WHAT?! That's what she's been dealing with?!" Joran looks up and takes a deep breath to collect himself before returning his gaze to Atia. "By the gods. Why doesn't he just do it himself? And what happens if she doesn't do it?" He works to process it all, trying to figure out a way to not be poisoned. Shaking his head, "This is bad, Atia, this is real bad. I don't know how she's gonna get out of this but I sure hope she finds a way." The deep level of concern on the barbarian's face is obvious for he finds himself at a complete loss on what to do. Caressing her hand, "I don't suppose there's any chance of survival from this poison, is there?"
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Feeling like he's just been punched in the gut by a giant the size of a mountain, "Poison me?!?! WHAT?! That's what she's been dealing with?!" Joran looks up and takes a deep breath to collect himself before returning his gaze to Atia. "By the gods. Why doesn't he just do it himself? And what happens if she doesn't do it?" He works to process it all, trying to figure out a way to not be poisoned. Shaking his head, "This is bad, Atia, this is real bad. I don't know how she's gonna get out of this but I sure hope she finds a way." The deep level of concern on the barbarian's face is obvious for he finds himself at a complete loss on what to do. Caressing Atia's hand, "I don't suppose there's any chance of survival from this poison, is there?"
At the last question, Atia purses her lips and shakes her head "no", eyebrows furrowing with concern. "No," she whispers. "It's hemlock. She said she's not going to poison you. I believe her. But I don't know a lot of the details..." She shakes her head again and sighs heavily, moving to gently rest her other hand on his chest, plucking at the fabric of his shirt absently. "I won't let you get hurt. I can make sure your food and drink are okay, at least." She tries to offer him a reassuring smile, but her eyes are still full of worry.
"Come here," she says softly, pulling him down by the fabric of his shirt for a kiss that she hoped conveyed the amount of comfort she wanted to impart on him.
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His heart racing, the heat from his body rising, the barbarian loses himself and all sense of reality when their lips meet and his unbridled desire for her overtakes him. He's been thinking of this moment since their last. Placing his hands on each side of her head, he kisses her fiercely as if it might be his last.
Nothing else exists except this moment. Nothing else matters. He's never felt anything like this and he fears losing it. Moving a hand to the back of her head, he runs his fingers through her hair firmly, kissing her with an even greater passion.
Several long moments later, though, Joran begrudgingly separates his lips from hers. Looking into her eyes as he strokes her hair, "Damn. You know, there's just no way I can't get enough of you, my darlin' Atia." He leans back in and gives her one more slow and gentle kiss before leaning back out.
Cutting his eyes in Seadreamer's direction, "Sorry, 'Dreamer," he calls out, smiling. Looking back to Atia, "I guess we better call it a night. I sure as hell don't want to. I'll see if 'Dreamer wants help. Not sure how much good I'd be though with them drugging us every night."
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His heart racing, the heat from his body rising, the barbarian loses himself and all sense of reality when their lips meet and his unbridled desire for her overtakes him. He's been thinking of this moment since their last. Placing his hands on each side of her head, he kisses her fiercely as if it might be his last.
Nothing else exists except this moment. Nothing else matters. He's never felt anything like this and he fears losing it. Moving a hand to the back of her head, he runs his fingers through her hair firmly, kissing her with an even greater passion.
Several long moments later, though, Joran begrudgingly separates his lips from hers. Looking into her eyes as he strokes her hair, "Damn. You know, there's just no way I can't get enough of you, my darlin' Atia." He leans back in and gives her one more slow and gentle kiss before leaning back out.
Cutting his eyes in Seadreamer's direction, "Sorry, 'Dreamer," he calls out, smiling. Looking back to Atia, "I guess we better call it a night. I sure as hell don't want to. I'll see if 'Dreamer wants help. Not sure how much good I'd be though with them drugging us every night."
Atia smiles up at him in a little bit of a daze and nods, the giddy feeling rising in her chest overriding the discomfort of just existing in the bilges. It was a strange juxtaposition if she thought about it. Fortunately, she can't really dwell on it - her brain only has room for basking in the barbarian's presence and lacks the capability of stringing together more than a few words together, even in her thoughts. She hopes her replies make some semblance of sense.
"Uh, yeah...I'm sure 'Dreamer would appreciate help. Competent help. Not just weird stories from my schooling." She smiles sheepishly at the dwarf and then back up to Joran. "We're stuck down here until it's done...or the morning. They weren't very specific. Or I just don't remember."
Atia will stay and do whatever she can to help until they're allowed to go and get some sleep.
Sandara nodded, still flabbergasted by the idea, and tried to focus on Cass and Des. She wondered what Des had been about to ask her, but didn't press the issue now.
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With that in mind, she nodded in agreement. "I could honestly use some advice on something." A pause. "I can fill you in after you finish." She turned her head towards Quinn. "Did you want to join in Sandy? If only to keep Scourge at bay."
”Of course. And thank you so much.” Cass says as she unconsciously shuffles her deck. ”Is everything okay?” She asks as she presents the deck to be cut by Des. After receiving the cut she draws out the top 9 cards laying them out face down. Well nervously looking around and seeing that Scourge has left she flips the first card revealing a masked imprisoned figure dressed in a clowns clothing led by goblins flipped in inverse. ”The idiot in reverse, normally this represents blackmail or hubris from an underling, in inverse it could mean a seeming authority figure approaching you and doing the same.” Cass say as she looks up at Des to see if she can read if that tracks with her. As she flips the next card revealing a dead face with black smoak coming from its hollowed eye sockets and mouth wearing the armor of a kingsgaurd.
”The Lost.” She explains ”Can show the permanently insane or those trapped among lunatics.” she pauses for a moment looking up at Des again then returns down and offers ”as the transitive card though I think this represents you feeling like there’s no way past this feeling like you may be trapped in this insanity forever. She places her hand on Des’ hand, ”But there always is and we are here for you to work towards it.” she flips the next card revealing a dwarf holding a skeleton key flipped in inverse.
”The Locksmith” She goes on ”Can often represent the tools one would expect to use to get a solution. In this case it seems those won’t be the tools that you need. It may be outside of the norm ideas using makeshift tools that fall from nowhere that get you though.” She looks around to Des and Sandara ”There’s the first path” She says ”Possibly one of many or possibly the true one.” She then flips the first card in the middle revealing a stage with puppets and actors moving across it.
”The theatre often represents the process of prophecy, sometimes it can be the active harrowing, a previous one or some other form of prophecy.” She considers for a moment before saying ”This card is so dependent on its circumstances that little can be said about this row until it has all been revealed.” She explains as she moves to flip the second two cards in the row. They reveal a cyclops holding tankards one of ale and one of wine. The final card in the row is a beautiful mosaic of colors showing a shop in a hut with a merchant with a covered face.
”The Publican and the Foreign Trader after the Theater.” She chuckles softly ”The Publican is indicative of sage advice coming from a figure one can take refuge by and the Foreign Trader is a figure who deals in knowledge and secrets. The cards seem to be tooting their own and my horn asking you to take heed of the other paths here its rare that they would spend an entire row on this so I think they are confident in the others”
Moving to the final row Cass flips the first card which reveals a gold dragon shattering one of its own eggs with a baby dragon crawling out and crushing the infant. ”The Tyrant is a ruler that harms those he rules over, We have a few options there but I’d bet that this represents Harrigan.” She says as she flips the next card revealing a crocodile in the guise of a gentleman
”The Rakshasa, is mental domination and slavery.” She quickly says ”This path is what happens if we abide by the rule of the Tyrant.” As she flips the final card revealing a Rabbit wearing a crown and wielding a broken sword flipped into inverse. ”The fall of the unlikely upstart. The Rabbit Prince, If I remember correctly this card represented you in our last reading.”
”I hope that was helpful.” She says ”Is there anything that needs clarifying there?”
Atia smiles up at him in a little bit of a daze and nods, the giddy feeling rising in her chest overriding the discomfort of just existing in the bilges. It was a strange juxtaposition if she thought about it. Fortunately, she can't really dwell on it - her brain only has room for basking in the barbarian's presence and lacks the capability of stringing together more than a few words together, even in her thoughts. She hopes her replies make some semblance of sense.
"Uh, yeah...I'm sure 'Dreamer would appreciate help. Competent help. Not just weird stories from my schooling." She smiles sheepishly at the dwarf and then back up to Joran. "We're stuck down here until it's done...or the morning. They weren't very specific. Or I just don't remember."
Atia will stay and do whatever she can to help until they're allowed to go and get some sleep.
Smiling, he gives a nod and moves over to the dwarf to help him out. "Okay, 'Dreamer, let's get this done. Not gonna leave you hanging, buddy." Joran then gets to work, knowing tomorrow is going to be a really long day.
Destinie looked down on the floor in response to her first card. "Harrigan." she spoke quietly.
When the second one came up, she nodded again. "That and I feel like I worked all day nearly all yhe time." The drink certainly didn't help.
Other than that, she kept quiet, but she did look at Sandara briefly when The Publican was explained. When Cass was done, she spoke up once more. "I know I told you I acted as a fake harrowing, but I do get dreams at times. The one last night felt a lot like Rakashasa taking over my mind," she explained.
And then a little idea popped in her head. "About the theatre. I have something valuable but I need someone to take it from me. Maybe you can say that out loud so one of Scourge's cronies can take it from me. It's shaped like this..." she briefly took out the bottle. "It just might solve both our problems."
"Or tell your new boyfriend to drink it and prove his love," Sandara quipped sarcastically to Cass. "Too bad that would just get one of us keelhauled. Might almost be worth it."
After moving away from another attractive woman he's managed to upset, even his funk isn't enough to keep Terry from noticing Scourge stealing the food from Joran. Can't even bully well. He's going to do some of the convincing for us.
After a few moments, though, Scourge's behavior changes fairly drastically. He stops pressing his advantage through the crew, and stops to stare. Openly. After a second, Terry realizes he's staring at Cass.
Then the man turns and breaks from the crew, almost fleeing back up to the deck. Well, THAT was weird. Has she done a reading for him, I wonder? Could that have been a reaction to it?
Realizing the Destinie is siting with Cass, getting another reading of all things, Terry heads towards that group to try to make good on his earlier promise to Joran. He waits for the reading to end before trying to get Destinie's attention.
Trying to look Destinie in the eyes, if she'll let him, Terry starts with both feet in the fire. "You had quite the 'opportunity' forced on you. Are you okay? Anything any of us can do? I don't need to hear what happened, unless you want to talk about it, but I can't believe he let you leave without setting some kind of leash on you. What can we do to help you slip his grasp?"
"As much as I would love to, that would be too obvious to track back to me," she shook her head.
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[dice=Sense Motive]1d10+6After moving away from another attractive woman he's managed to upset, even his funk isn't enough to keep Terry from noticing Scourge stealing the food from Joran. Can't even bully well. He's going to do some of the convincing for us.
After a few moments, though, Scourge's behavior changes fairly drastically. He stops pressing his advantage through the crew, and stops to stare. Openly. After a second, Terry realizes he's staring at Cass.
Then the man turns and breaks from the crew, almost fleeing back up to the deck. Well, THAT was weird. Has she done a reading for him, I wonder? Could that have been a reaction to it?
Realizing the Destinie is siting with Cass, getting another reading of all things, Terry heads towards that group to try to make good on his earlier promise to Joran. He waits for the reading to end before trying to get Destinie's attention.
Trying to look Destinie in the eyes, if she'll let him, Terry starts with both feet in the fire. "You had quite the 'opportunity' forced on you. Are you okay? Anything any of us can do? I don't need to hear what happened, unless you want to talk about it, but I can't believe he let you leave without setting some kind of leash on you. What can we do to help you slip his grasp?"
"I'm trying to get rid of something... in a manner of speaking that it wouldn't be my fault."
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Terry cocks his head a little to one side. "Really? Well, some of the kids used to hand things off to others without them knowing it in order to avoid punishment. Any of our friends have quick hands? It would be horrible if we could accuse, say, Syl or Tam of stealing it, and then it is found on them . . .."
Destinie blinked, then crepted up a small smile in return. "That would be a shame if that were to happen. No doubt they would be in big trouble if that were to happen and got caught."
Seadreamer looks at Sharkbait.
Go get some sleep big man. I may be beat right now, but I will not let them beat me.
He stops pumping and walks around a bit.
Cass woke up some time before the dawn bell rang, not sure why, at first. It was dark, and all around her were the snoring forms of the crew, swinging in their hammocks. Her eyes adapted to the dim light filtering in through the portholes, and her heart leapt into her throat to see Scourge standing beside her, just watching her sleep.
"Couldn't get your face out of my head," he said quietly, so as not to wake the others. "Thought maybe if I looked upon it. But I had to wait, because sleep was depriving me of the beauty of your eyes." He frowned slightly and shook his head, as if uncertain why he said that. Then, without another word, he rose and left.
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All of you awoke to the morning bell, some time later. Some of you were sore and still tired from your late night, and the rum and hard work were taking their toll on several of you.
The riggers were assigned line work today, much of which was done from the deck. Dreamer and Des were told to go make some repairs -- loose boards, tears in sails that needed mending, and a pesky handle in the bilges that kept snapping off. The rest of you were set to swabbing.
In a small miracle, Kroop is awake when Atia heads down to the kitchen. He's bleary-eyed and smells like a brewery, but he's functional. "Eyyy, there she is. I hear the soup was no good last night, eh? Why you letting people down with the bad soup? Don't worry, today Fishguts has got it under control." He looked around. "Did you clean this place? It's looking not so bad, but now I don't know where anything is."
Staggering up to the deck for the morning muster, Seadreamer waits to see what his tasking is.
By the maker, I really need a bath. but I doubt that they will let me.
He shrugs internally, and waits for scourge to provide the task for him to do.
I think I will find a quiet spot to nap for an hour or two today.
The toll on her hygiene was becoming devastating. It was hard to tell who smelled worse at this point as it all seemed to combine into some ungodly combination. On the other hand, she was feeling in slightly better spirits. Both because of a plan coming together and because she seemed to be getting used to the rum now.
The job on the other hand required some skill she wasn't used to. This requried some help.
She proved to be a natural sewing the sails and repairing the boards. And with Sandara's help, that was done in no time.
During the work, she would talk to the cleric. "We can meet up and go through with the plan during dinner time and work it through Terry or Ming. I don't want anyone else involved in case someone overhears us."
Atia wakes up bleary-eyed and feeling crustier than she ever thought possible for a human being. She grabs her spellbook and tucks it under her arm carefully, intending to take some time this morning to memorize a few different spells in her repertoire. Perhaps she can ask Grok or Kroop, if he's functional, where they might be able to obtain a bath...
Before she heads down to the galley, she catches Joran's eye and grins at him, her nose wrinkling a little bit with happiness as she walks past.
In a small miracle, Kroop is awake when Atia heads down to the kitchen. He's bleary-eyed and smells like a brewery, but he's functional. "Eyyy, there she is. I hear the soup was no good last night, eh? Why you letting people down with the bad soup? Don't worry, today Fishguts has got it under control." He looked around. "Did you clean this place? It's looking not so bad, but now I don't know where anything is."
When Atia makes it into the kitchen, she's a little shocked to see Kroop standing. She hadn't seen him since the first day here, and when he makes comments about letting people down the day before, she has to take a deep, breath, eyes flashing with barely contained anger. She walks over to him, forcing a smile, and suddenly slams her spellbook onto the counter. "Master Kroop," she begins, hissing through gritted teeth. "While you have been in a drunken stupor for the past several days, I have managed to do such things as make something decent out of your horrifying mess of a kitchen, I have fed the crew to the best of my ability, and I have caught, butchered, and cooked an entire leatherback turtle." She squares up close to him (as much as a five-foot-nothing girl can) and jabs him in the chest with her finger for each listed item. "I have had one off day among many, whereas you have been...drunk, passed out in your own filth, doing nothing for the past several days." She glares at him, breathing heavily from anger. "I told you I wasn't trained when I got here, but I think I've proven that I am just a little capable. So, you will have to pardon me for not being able to perform every single day, all by myself, Chef." She stands in front of him, glaring, fists clenching and unclenching, and then tries to take another deep, steadying breath. While waiting for Fishguts' reply, shaking visibly with anger and adrenaline at her own audacity, she gathers some vegetable scraps and offers them to Asmodeus, petting the bird right above the beak to help calm herself down.
"Now, I would be happy to show you where things are now. I need a little bit of time today to memorize a few things out of my book, and I think you can grant me that boon, as I've kept things running to the best of my ability for these past few days. Then, you can train me a little bit." She picks her spellbook back up, flipping through the pages to mark the ones she needs. She suddenly remembers one more thing she was hoping he'd know the answer to, and glances up at the man over her spellbook pages. "And if you know how a girl can get a bath on this ship... or at least a little clean..." She looks wistful, trying not to think of what remained on her feet from the bilges the night before.
- Swap "detect magic" for "detect poison" (Cantrip)
- Swap "mage hand" for "prestidigitation" (cantrip)
Finally, swapping "grease" for "fumblestep" (lvl 1)
Seadreamer looks at Sharkbait.
Go get some sleep big man. I may be beat right now, but I will not let them beat me.
He stops pumping and walks around a bit.
Joran sighs, hating to leave the dwarf hanging. "I know what you mean, buddy. I know what you mean." Knowing if he doesn't get some rest, he'll be utterly exhausted tomorrow and things will just go from bad to worse. "Alright, buddy. But just to give you a heads up, your boots are next to your hammock." He shoots him a wink before taking his leave.
Rising and not looking forward to this day due to how sore he is, he pushes his hair behind him as it's covered half his face. He slowly puts on his shoes before heading up top with equal speed. Squinting and having to raise a hand to block the sun as it blinds him, his eyes finally acclimate.
As orders are given he turns and catches sight of Atia making her way towards the galley. The big fella returns her grin with a smile of his own and all of the sudden he's got a bit more 'life' to him. Oh yeah, I'm gonna make it through this day, he thinks confidently.
When Terry rolls out of his hammock, he creaks and groans a bit, making noises you would expect from a much older man. His cheeks are starting to hollow out, and his eyes seem to have sunk back into his head, just a bit, from what you remember. He looks like he might be trying to get sick with something or another. He still trots up on deck and tackles his assigned work, though.
Always a sucker for a pretty face, and being down close enough to the deck to interact with pretty much anybody, Terry turns his attentions, again, to the quiet Nubian.
"Mornin' Shivikah! Sorry about the other night, I was feeling pretty down about being here instead of on a ship I picked. But, you know you are a sparkling drop of clear rainwater. Enough that just seeing you, just talking to you, can make even this seem like it might be bearable." He stops for a second and rubs his eyes. "Well, bubbling pots of blubber! That sounds like I'm trying to get in your pants. WAY too much. I just want to talk, while away the time in public, where I can't do anything you need fear." He facepalms himself. "Still sounds like I'm trying to get closer than I should. I don't normally have this much trouble just trying to make a friend! What in the name of Besmara's Locket is going on?"
Terry eventually works back into the rigging more than he really needs to, just trying to get away from his own mouth.
During the work, she would talk to the cleric. "We can meet up and go through with the plan during dinner time and work it through Terry or Ming. I don't want anyone else involved in case someone overhears us."
Sandara nodded. "I prayed for a bit of luck. Don't know if it'll help, Besmara's not the sort to always pay attention when you wish she would, but can't hurt." She realized that sounded pessimistic and added a smile. "Don't worry. It's not a full plan yet but it's a good idea. I think it'll work. And I can't speak for everyone, but I've got your back." She gave Des a friendly shoulder-to-shoulder bump as they worked side by side.
Tears Kroop a new one
Ambrose "Fishguts" Kroop stared at the small woman as she berated him, jaw agape, toothpick falling from his mouth. Atia worried for a moment that he was about to shout back. He was, after all, technically an officer on the ship. After a long shocked moment, however, he burst into a hearty belly laugh, smacking her on the back good-naturedly, albeit with enough strength she nearly stumbled.
"HA! You know when you were first coming aboard and into my galley, I'm thinking, Ambrose, this one is not going to make it on a pirate vessel. But here she is being made of sterner stuff than I thought, eh? You read your little book, Ambrose has got the hardtack today huh." He gathered up the biscuits. "Caught, butchered, and cooked a leatherback," he muttered to himself, shaking his head was an amused little chuckle of nigh disbelief.
Just before leaving the galley he paused at her final question. "No baths around here, majesty," he grinned. "Why you think we drink so much rum? Water is hard to come by. You can rinse with sea water but ehh, the dried salt is not feeling much better than the filth I think. Smells better though." He pointed at her. "What you do is you wait for rain. Enough of that, we close the scuppers, trap some water on deck. Everyone take off clothes, wash themselves, clean clothes, then open the scuppers and boom, deck is clean and so is crew."
Puts foot in mouth hilariously
Shivikah stares at Terry quizzically, as if he is a map she's trying to piece together. She finally opens her mouth to speak, hesitates, then says it. "I'm still not sure whether you are trying to 'get in my pants' or not, but so we're clear...not interested." He caught her eyeroll before she turned away back to her task.
Destinie looked down on the floor in response to her first card. "Harrigan." she spoke quietly.When the second one came up, she nodded again. "That and I feel like I worked all day nearly all yhe time." The drink certainly didn't help.
Other than that, she kept quiet, but she did look at Sandara briefly when The Publican was explained. When Cass was done, she spoke up once more. "I know I told you I acted as a fake harrowing, but I do get dreams at times. The one last night felt a lot like Rakashasa taking over my mind," she explained.
And then a little idea popped in her head. "About the theatre. I have something valuable but I need someone to take it from me. Maybe you can say that out loud so one of Scourge's cronies can take it from me. It's shaped like this..." she briefly took out the bottle. "It just might solve both our problems."
"I could try that, not a terrible idea. let me see what I can do, my only worry is that depending on how rough the potion Scourge imbibed is a little white lie about wanting that out of your hands might escalate to him trying to get them to off you."
Cass woke up some time before the dawn bell rang, not sure why, at first. It was dark, and all around her were the snoring forms of the crew, swinging in their hammocks. Her eyes adapted to the dim light filtering in through the portholes, and her heart leapt into her throat to see Scourge standing beside her, just watching her sleep.
"Couldn't get your face out of my head," he said quietly, so as not to wake the others. "Thought maybe if I looked upon it. But I had to wait, because sleep was depriving me of the beauty of your eyes." He frowned slightly and shook his head, as if uncertain why he said that. Then, without another word, he rose and left.
As Cass wakes up she is initially understandably quite taken aback and sits up quickly nearly panicking but manages to keep her composure. She silently sits there until scourge is beginning to leave when she says "Hey, I was wondering if you might actually be able to help me out with something, I know you have better connections within the ship than I do and I was wondering if you could get one of them to take something." She says. "Des and I were in a brief spat last night after I did a Harrow reading for her and she let slip that she had a tonic I made that was a dud and I wouldn't want to get out. I was wondering if you could get one of your friends to get the tonic discretely, I don't want anyone I can't trust to know about it but I also need to make sure there's no scene caused." She pauses mimicking the same frown he had made as if she said too much. She looks directly into his eyes for the first time and says "But I can trust you right? she says sugar in her voice and a slight smile on her lips.
Cass woke up some time before the dawn bell rang, not sure why, at first. It was dark, and all around her were the snoring forms of the crew, swinging in their hammocks. Her eyes adapted to the dim light filtering in through the portholes, and her heart leapt into her throat to see Scourge standing beside her, just watching her sleep.
"Couldn't get your face out of my head," he said quietly, so as not to wake the others. "Thought maybe if I looked upon it. But I had to wait, because sleep was depriving me of the beauty of your eyes." He frowned slightly and shook his head, as if uncertain why he said that. Then, without another word, he rose and left.
As Cass wakes up she is initially understandably quite taken aback and sits up quickly nearly panicking but manages to keep her composure. Which she keeps as he leaves the room.
After Scourge leaves the room her shoulders visibly collapse into herself and she sits in her Hammock drawing her legs into herself until just before the morning bell.
She then got up out of the hammock slightly before the bell rang as usual and did a morning harrowing
Hammers NE Inverse The Beating
Stars NG Midwife
Books LE Inverse The Rakshasa
Hammers LE The Fiend
Books NG Inverse The Wanderer
Keys NG The Cricket
Books CN The Joke
Stars LG The Winged Serpent
Reroll (Hammers NE) Final Hammers NG The Keep
Reroll (Stars NG)
Hammers NG