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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."...
Atia does stumble a little bit at the smack and resists the urge to rub the stinging spot, her anger at the man slowly fading as he laughs at her and takes on the hardtack duties for the morning.
"Thank you, Ambrose," She replies to him, her voice tinged with wry apology. "I guess we'll have to look forward to a rain...I'll help with getting dinner ready when you're back." She trails off, trying not to think about the communal nature of pirate bathing. Public nudity is not something she has much experience with. Or any kind of nudity around anyone other than her roommates at University.
Atia lays the spellbook out on the counter and spends around an hour memorizing the things she needed to memorize, giddy with anticipation over impending cleanliness. She closes the book carefully, tucking it into a barely-used cabinet for the moment, and flexes her fingers. I haven't thought about this spell for years... She muses, closing her eyes and beginning to cast prestidigitation on herself, slowly moving both hands over her face and cleaning the dirt and grime and salt from her face. It's not the same as a bath, nor is it as refreshing, but she's clean and that's enough for now.
Then, she undoes the matted braid of her hair, taking some time to slowly untangle and unmat her hair, using prestidigitation to help with that effort as well. At the end of it, and it does take a little bit of time, she's left with her hair clean, detangled, and shining. She braids it carefully into a crown braid to keep it from tangling too horribly and out of her face. Oooh, I'll have to share this with Des...as long as she doesn't mind me needing to be kind of in her face. She grins at her own hands and flexes her fingers again, ignoring the heat that kindles in her center over a fleeting thought regarding the possibility of helping Joran with the same task.
Atia will work on cleaning herself off as much as she can without stripping down - including her clothes - until Ambrose returns.
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.
"No I understand. The gods probably have a lot on their mind as it is," Des replied. " That said, I did the same for Desna. She's more proactive than most. I heard she even killed a demon lord for messing with one of her clergy." A pause. "Hopefully, the prayers would be enough."
She then decided to give Tilly a hand and a conversation.
It it turns out she was able to do the same with some of her work as well. Feeling confident with herself, she decided to chat up as well. "Do you wanna hear a story? I've got a few tales I remember from some of the Varisians I used to hang out with. So you have your choice of scary or raunchy. Both have been claimed to be true, but it's your choice," she smiled.
Joran hunts down Seadreamer to check up on him. When he finally catches up to him, he looks around a moment before leaning in and whispering, "Hey, 'Dreamer, I just wanted to say 'Thanks' for... well... you know," he gives a matter-of-fact nod. Quickly leaning back out, "How are you holding up, buddy? Did you find your shoes next to your hammock?"
Wobbling slightly with exhaustion, Seadreamer looks up at Sharkbait.
I am tired, but I will not give them the satisfaction of breaking me.
However, I've not even had the chance to get back to my hammock. I will swing by and grab them.
Thanks for getting them for me.
He pauses and takes a deep breath, As for the other thing, no problem, but I would keep it quiet, as there are those that would use it against you.
Wobbling slightly with exhaustion, Seadreamer looks up at Sharkbait.
I am tired, but I will not give them the satisfaction of breaking me.
However, I've not even had the chance to get back to my hammock. I will swing by and grab them.
Thanks for getting them for me.He pauses and takes a deep breath, As for the other thing, no problem, but I would keep it quiet, as there are those that would use it against you.
Nodding, as his mind brings up Syl and her machinations, "You're not kidding about that, buddy. You are not kidding about that," he says with a heavy sigh. "Hey, if you need me to cover for you at some point, let me know. Just not to the point where the captain wants to flay me alive of course," he winks. "See you around, buddy."
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Destinie
Joran gets to work and sees Destinie heading in his direction, obviously heading to somewhere. Feeling a mite awkward and really not knowing what to say, he simply smiles at her and nods before quickly putting his head down and swabbing with intensity in the opposite direction of wherever she's going. Once she is out of sight, he stops and leans upon the handle of the mop, looking in the direction she disappeared.
I wonder if she's going to do it? And if she is, how much longer do I have? Atia mentioned that she's able to detect any poison that might be in my food so at least there's that. I really don't know what I'd do without her. A terrible, horrible, knot-like feeling the size of a cannonball forms in his gut at the thought. By the gods it makes me wonder how I've made it this far without her. Rubbing his tired eyes, he takes a deep breath. I swear, of all the ways to go, I would've never thought it would be by someone who doesn't outwardly appear to hate me. Syl? Fipps? Tam? The rest of his thug team? Of course. But Des? She's such a good gal. I just can't see it. But if Harrigan has threatened her to do it or else, what choice does she have?
The barbarian gets back to swabbing, his thoughts preoccupied by many things.
Kroop returns to the kitchens after having passed out the hardtack, blinking at a visibly-cleaner Atia and looking around. "Did it rain already? Did I miss it? What day is today?"
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Tilly grinned and nodded her thanks at the help from Des. "Oh man, this place is scary enough as is, and I could use a little raunchiness in my life. Let's hear it."
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Kroop returns to the kitchens after having passed out the hardtack, blinking at a visibly-cleaner Atia and looking around. "Did it rain already? Did I miss it? What day is today?"
Atia grins a little madly in response, holding up her hands and channeling some energy in there. "No, no. I remembered a spell that helps me clean." She demonstrates it, touching along a dirty spot on the counters and magicking away some of the grit and grime from, presumably, years of not being properly cleaned.
After, she takes some time to show him where she's stored everything, having arranged everything in as much of an organizational manner as she possibly can. "Now that you're awake and aware, Ambrose, perhaps you can train me a little bit?" She crosses her arms and regards the man with a raised eyebrow, a small smile playing across her lips. "Maybe you can tell me a little bit about how you ended up here, and I can fill you in on the madness that's occurred while you were...indisposed."
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When she finds the time between training and the like, Atia will look to speak with Grok quietly. "Bad news. Didn't recover the love potion..." She looks a little bit ashamed and pinches the bridge of her nose with exasperation. "Someone tried to slip it to His Majesty Beefcake and Scourge ended up in the crossfire." Atia grins a little wickedly at her reference to Joran, but only for a moment. "It's uhh, probably going to work to our advantage, though, Grok...maybe we keep it on the down low for a little bit, yeah?"
As the day wears on, Terry spends some time commiserating with Conchobar. "I don't get it. I'm just trying to talk to her, just trying to be friendly, and I can't put two words together that work for more than telling a whore you have money to spend. Have you ever had this problem?"
He'll continue commiserating about trying to hold a normal conversation with a woman off and on through the day.
Cass will go about her day fairly as normal seeing that Kroop has awoken she approaches Atia figuring she has the best chance at working with him.
"Morning, I noticed Kroop is awake, that's good! I actually did a harrowing this morning and think he may be a part of the results. I was thinking he may be able to be made friendly and might be beneficial as a sort of bridge to the officers. Being the cook I assume he has nearly free reign of the ship." She says before finishing "Think you might be able to talk to him?
She then will seek out Jack
Hey, how's your morning been. I don't think we officially met, I'm Cass!" She starts with a smile "how'd someone as well dressed as you end up here, and how're you holding it up?"
"Raunchy it is then." She then proceeded to tell a tale that involved a tiefling rogue, a belt and apparently the lord-mayor of Kintargo herself, how the woman got involved in the mess and how the entire city ended up finding out about the incident. She tried her best to keep it away from Jack, but she surprised herself that she didn't end up laughing herself, though she did end up blushing a bit in the end.
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She later noticed Joran look over at her. She stared back briefly before going back to her duties. It wasn't something she wanted to risk playing her card just yet.
After, she takes some time to show him where she's stored everything, having arranged everything in as much of an organizational manner as she possibly can. "Now that you're awake and aware, Ambrose, perhaps you can train me a little bit?" She crosses her arms and regards the man with a raised eyebrow, a small smile playing across her lips. "Maybe you can tell me a little bit about how you ended up here, and I can fill you in on the madness that's occurred while you were...indisposed."
Kroop tries to show her a few tricks. "Ha! You want to know about old Fishguts, eh? Well he'll tell you. I used to be competitive eater. Got my nickname for my iron stomach. Ate a whole bucket of boiled eggs one time. Big bucket. Anyway one night, I'm drinking, I make a bet with some big guy during a card game. Didn't have no more money so I bet me. The big guy was Captain Harrigan, so here we are!" He chortled.
As the day wears on, Terry spends some time commiserating with Conchobar. "I don't get it. I'm just trying to talk to her, just trying to be friendly, and I can't put two words together that work for more than telling a whore you have money to spend. Have you ever had this problem?"
He'll continue commiserating about trying to hold a normal conversation with a woman off and on through the day.
Conchobar laughed merrily. "Well my friend, I have suffered that same affliction. And every time, it was for the same reason. It was because on some level, I was interested in them." He winked. "I can't blame you. She's a pretty one, and keeps to herself so much, there's an air of mystery there. My advice is to keep at it. She hasn't slapped you, so you can't have put your foot in your mouth too badly."
Hey, how's your morning been. I don't think we officially met, I'm Cass!" She starts with a smile "how'd someone as well dressed as you end up here, and how're you holding it up?"
"Oh, hello, Miss Cass,"" Jack said with a smile and a nod of his head. "I am well enough. I was captured when the Wormwood destroyed my master's ship. I was deemed young enough to be no threat and so was brought aboard instead of being put to death." He shrugged. "Most of the time, I see that as good fortune."
Tilly was in stitches by the end of Des's tale, laughing so hard her sides hurt. Fipps threw a glance in the direction of the storytelling and sneered. "Ain't you ladies supposed to be working? Shall I tell Master Scourge you can't be troubled?"
Cass will go about her day fairly as normal seeing that Kroop has awoken she approaches Atia figuring she has the best chance at working with him.
"Morning, I noticed Kroop is awake, that's good! I actually did a harrowing this morning and think he may be a part of the results. I was thinking he may be able to be made friendly and might be beneficial as a sort of bridge to the officers. Being the cook I assume he has nearly free reign of the ship." She says before finishing "Think you might be able to talk to him?
"Oh, yes." Atia smiles at Cass, inclining her head. "Already planned on it regardless. I will let you know how it goes!"
Kroop tries to show her a few tricks. "Ha! You want to know about old Fishguts, eh? Well he'll tell you. I used to be competitive eater. Got my nickname for my iron stomach. Ate a whole bucket of boiled eggs one time. Big bucket. Anyway one night, I'm drinking, I make a bet with some big guy during a card game. Didn't have no more money so I bet me. The big guy was Captain Harrigan, so here we are!" He chortled.
Atia wrinkles her nose at the story, shaking her head. "Boiled eggs, of all things?" She giggles a little bit, practicing her newly acquired knife skills on some of the remaining fresh vegetables to assist. "Is it always like this? On the ship? The whole respect-through-fear thing? It seems like a difficult way to really maintain order."
Kroop nodded at Atia. "It's been worse lately, but yeah. We ran into the Chelish navy, Harrigan got us out of it by the skin of our teeth. Lost most of the crew, rest of us captured. He got us out and we limped to the nearest port to press people into service." He shrugged. "With you lot we finally have enough hands to keep the ship sailing, so while Fishguts is feeling bad for you, life's been easier since you all came aboard, eh?"
Kroop nodded at Atia. "It's been worse lately, but yeah. We ran into the Chelish navy, Harrigan got us out of it by the skin of our teeth. Lost most of the crew, rest of us captured. He got us out and we limped to the nearest port to press people into service." He shrugged. "With you lot we finally have enough hands to keep the ship sailing, so while Fishguts is feeling bad for you, life's been easier since you all came aboard, eh?"
Atia nods along as he speaks, continuing the prep for the dinner. She pauses to feed scraps to Asmodeus, absently petting the bird. "Easier? It would be much easier if you were around a little more, Ambrose," she says gently, turning a sympathetic gaze on the man. "At least until I'm a little better off on my own. I'm Chelish nobility. You have your work cut out for you with me, I'm sorry to say."
Des looked back over at Fipp and scowled. "Where I'm concerned, we already have our task done. I'd mine my own work if I were you. I bet you're still on the hook for failing to jump us a few days ago."
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Kroop gave a noncommittal smile at Atia's demand that he be around more, and was disinclined to discuss his bad drinking habit were Atia to bring it up.
Fipps just made a face at Des and company and returned to his work.
The rest of the shift passed uneventfully.
Seadreamer struggles through the day, but somehow makes it through the day.
Glad to have made it through another day, Joran puts up his mop and stretches a moment. Thank the gods this day is done. Now I can finally go see Atia. Man these days drag on forever it seems like. And the stupid night passes by like lightning. Doesn't seem right. He shakes his head at it all.
Catching up with Seadreamer, he stops a moment on his way to the galley to chat. "How'd it go today, buddy? Hopefully better than yesterday. C'mon, let's walk and talk." He motions with his head toward the galley and leads the way.
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Atia dips a pinky into the stew they made for the night using the last of the leftover turtle and fresh vegetables and tastes the concoction. She lets out a small, satisfied hum and turns to Kroop, smiling. "Hey, this is better than anything I've made so far. We don't make a bad team, Ambrose!" She had tried to prod a little bit about his drinking habit earlier, seeing if she could maybe get to the root of it, but he was less than forthcoming, and she didn't want to spoil any of the goodwill that had formed between them since she yelled at him early this morning.
Atia begins cleaning the counters in earnest, using prestidigitation to channel energy through her hands to help along the way. The job goes quicker and easier than ever before, something the displaced noblewoman was appreciative of; she rarely had to deal with her own messes until now, and anything that made it easier was more than welcome. It gave her plenty of time to think about the past several days' events (Had it only been a few days since we were press-ganged? Atia wondered, shaking her head). Although things were extremely stressful, she found herself humming an upbeat Chelaxian tune to herself, a silly smile playing on her lips as she replays the previous night's events over and over in her head.
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As Joran makes his way down to the galley with Seadreamer, "Okay, good talking to you, 'Dreamer." He gives him a pat on the back as he turns the corner and subtly looks for Atia while he slowly walks in. Catching sight of her and her new look, "By the gods!" he exclaims under his breath as his mouth drops open while he mindlessly keeps walking, running into the table and knocking it askew.
"Sorry!" He quickly straightens the table in somewhat of a panic before looking back at Atia, stunned. She's... she's even more beautiful. How's that even possible?! How do you get more beautiful than... well... beautiful?! A beaming smile forms. Eventually, it occurs to him he's been standing there gawking at her. Eyes going a bit wide, he dares not look at anyone else. He simply backs up and sits at the same table with Seadreamer. His eyes nonchalantly cut back toward Atia as he finds himself entranced by her even more than usual. She's just soooo... The barbarian's thoughts then return to last night and he becomes fidgety. He crosses his arms and awkwardly places them over a certain area below his waist in an attempt to... hide something?
As Joran makes his way down to the galley with Seadreamer, "Okay, good talking to you, 'Dreamer." He gives him a pat on the back as he turns the corner and subtly looks for Atia while he slowly walks in. Catching sight of her and her new look, "By the gods!" he exclaims under his breath as his mouth drops open while he mindlessly keeps walking, running into the table and knocking it askew.
"Sorry!" He quickly straightens the table in somewhat of a panic before looking back at Atia, stunned. She's... she's even more beautiful. How's that even possible?! How do you get more beautiful than... well... beautiful?! A beaming smile forms. Eventually, it occurs to him he's been standing there gawking at her. Eyes going a bit wide, he dares not look at anyone else. He simply backs up and sits at the same table with Seadreamer. His eyes nonchalantly cut back toward Atia as he finds himself entranced by her even more than usual. She's just soooo... The barbarian's thoughts then return to last night and he becomes fidgety. He crosses his arms and awkwardly places them over a certain area below his waist in an attempt to... hide something?
Atia smiles at Joran on his entrance, then furrows her brows with confusion over his behavior. She walks over to him, nodding at Seadreamer as a hello, and then stands near Joran, tilting her head to the side. "You alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned.
Looking up at her and finding himself absolutely mesmerized, Gods she's beautiful! This is the worst place to be right now! "I, uh, mmmm, I'm uh," he clears his throat, "yeah, I'm, I'm good. You?" he cringes at how terrible that was as he's still a bit reluctant to remove his arms. Although, the magnitude of his awkwardness seems to be 'helping' his current situation. Taking a glance around before returning his attention to her, "Sorry, darlin', what I meant was, yeah, I'm alright," he responds more normally, smiling.
Taking another glance around, he ponders his next words carefully in case someone overhears. He's finally able to return his arms back to the table and relax somewhat. Bringing his lower half out from under the table and turning toward her, he looks hard into her eyes and tells her softly, "I love your hair, Atia. I mean, I really really love your hair. I wish I could explain how much I love your hair. It's a lot. And I'm just being honest. You don't realize how much I love your hair but hopefully, I'll get to explain it to you more clearly at some point in the future. Because, by the gods, that would be sooo fantastic," he says in a dream-like state and with a beaming smile. "It's beautiful. You are so beautiful hair. 'Have'! I mean 'have', is what I mean." With all this talk of her hair, Joran is forced to cross his legs. You know if you'd just shutup about it! I just can't help it though! By the gods! She's like a goddess! I wonder if she even knows what she's doing to me?! Boy I hope not. Man this is driving me nuts! "So how's everything with you, darlin'?"
Looking up at her and finding himself absolutely mesmerized, Gods she's beautiful! This is the worst place to be right now! "I, uh, mmmm, I'm uh," he clears his throat, "yeah, I'm, I'm good. You?" he cringes at how terrible that was as he's still a bit reluctant to remove his arms. Although, the magnitude of his awkwardness seems to be 'helping' his current situation. Taking a glance around before returning his attention to her, "Sorry, darlin', what I meant was, yeah, I'm alright," he responds more normally, smiling.
Taking another glance around, he ponders his next words carefully in case someone overhears. He's finally able to return his arms back to the table and relax somewhat. Bringing his lower half out from under the table and turning toward her, he looks hard into her eyes and tells her softly, "I love your hair, Atia. I mean, I really really love your hair. I wish I could explain how much I love your hair. It's a lot. And I'm just being honest. You don't realize how much I love your hair but hopefully, I'll get to explain it to you more clearly at some point in the future. Because, by the gods, that would be sooo fantastic," he says in a dream-like state and with a beaming smile. "It's beautiful. You are so beautiful hair. 'Have'! I mean 'have', is what I mean." With all this talk of her hair, Joran is forced to cross his legs. You know if you'd just shutup about it! I just can't help it though! By the gods! She's like a goddess! I wonder if she even knows what she's doing to me?! Boy I hope not. Man this is driving me nuts! "So how's everything with you, darlin'?"
Atia stares at Joran with a bemused expression for a moment, flushing just a little bit under the intense, effusive praise. "What? It's just hair, Joran." She reaches up and tugs her braids quizzically, shrugging awkwardly. "Not that I'm not flattered...I was just able to use a spell to get clean today." She chuckles a little bit, regarding him with curiosity. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, crossing her arms loosely over her chest, and replies,"Things are fine with me. Kroop was awake today and finally taught me something."
Not even the heat of the sun could slow her down apparently. If given the time, she would then go to find Cass.
"I think we need to go with your route. Unless we can find someone who's good at sleight at hand."
Atia stares at Joran with a bemused expression for a moment, flushing just a little bit under the intense, effusive praise. "What? It's just hair, Joran." She reaches up and tugs her braids quizzically, shrugging awkwardly. "Not that I'm not flattered...I was just able to use a spell to get clean today." She chuckles a little bit, regarding him with curiosity. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, crossing her arms loosely over her chest, and replies, "Things are fine with me. Kroop was awake today and finally taught me something."
Nodding, he rubs his eyes a moment and sighs. "It's about time he finally woke up. That's good to hear. And I know it's just hair. It's been a long day, you know? I'm just... off a little. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess it's a little of 'everything', I don't know. Sorry for being so weird." He cuts a glance around before, "Maybe we can talk later?" He asks with a questioning look.
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Glad to have made it through another day, Joran puts up his mop and stretches a moment. Thank the gods this day is done. Now I can finally go see Atia. Man these days drag on forever it seems like. And the stupid night passes by like lightning. Doesn't seem right. He shakes his head at it all.
Catching up with Seadreamer, he stops a moment on his way to the galley to chat. "How'd it go today, buddy? Hopefully better than yesterday. C'mon, let's walk and talk." He motions with his head toward the galley and leads the way.
Seadreamer looks up at Sharkbait as they head to the galley.
I feel miserable and tired.
He stretches and works the kinks out.
But after supper i am headed for my rack
he walks with Joran into the galley talking amnicably until he walks into a table
Hey man i will meet you later
Nodding, he rubs his eyes a moment and sighs. "It's about time he finally woke up. That's good to hear. And I know it's just hair. It's been a long day, you know? I'm just... off a little. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess it's a little of 'everything', I don't know. Sorry for being so weird." He cuts a glance around before, "Maybe we can talk later?" He asks with a questioning look.
Atia impulsively reaches out to touch Joran's shoulder, then stops abruptly and instead taps the table as an awkward cover. She glances around the common area, then back to the barbarian. "Don't worry about it, Joran. There's a lot going on...let me check your food before you eat today, okay?" Her face twists with mild worry.
At his question, she beams at him, her face flushing slightly, and nods. "Of course. Maybe in the kitchen proper while I clean up later? I'm sure Ambrose will be back to his drunken self then. I need to speak with Destinie at some point tonight."
She smiles shyly at Seadreamer, offering a small, awkward wave. "Have you gotten any sleep yet, 'Dreamer?"
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Terry's shoulders are slumped as he works his way down for the Bloody Hour, and then dinner and rum.
Never had this much trouble making friends before. Is it me? is it these officers have got the whole crew beat down that far? And why do I hurt so much? Work itself hasn't been bad. Pretty normal, really, but my pains have pains I've never felt before.
He seeks out the other newest "recruits". "Something's off. I'm not old enough for age to be the problem, but I'm hurting far more than I should for the work we're doing. Anybody else noting the same?"
Seadreamer looks up at Sharkbait as they head to the galley.
I feel miserable and tired.
He stretches and works the kinks out.
But after supper i am headed for my rackhe walks with Joran into the galley talking amnicably until he walks into a table
Hey man i will meet you later
"Sounds good. I need to talk to you about something later on anyway. Definitely not in the galley though." He nods.
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Atia impulsively reaches out to touch Joran's shoulder, then stops abruptly and instead taps the table as an awkward cover. She glances around the common area, then back to the barbarian. "Don't worry about it, Joran. There's a lot going on...let me check your food before you eat today, okay?" Her face twists with mild worry.
At his question, she beams at him, her face flushing slightly, and nods. "Of course. Maybe in the kitchen proper while I clean up later? I'm sure Ambrose will be back to his drunken self then. I need to speak with Destinie at some point tonight."
With a relieved grin, "That's perfect. Maybe after you talk to Destinie? I'd kind of like to know what's going on there. Once I'm done eating - and thank you for checking my food by the way - I'll leave and come back after a while. I don't think Des wants me around when it comes to discussing all that. Sound good?"
With a relieved grin, "That's perfect. Maybe after you talk to Destinie? I'd kind of like to know what's going on there. Once I'm done eating - and thank you for checking my food by the way - I'll leave and come back after a while. I don't think Des wants me around when it comes to discussing all that. Sound good?"
Atia nods, smiling. ”Yes, that works. I think it would be best to avoid her for now for both of your safety. I’ll meet you in the kitchen later. Just be aware that Grok and Ambrose could still be awake.” Hearing about his plans reminded her that she still actually needed to check his food.
"Oh, hang on." Atia will hold a hand over Joran's dish, channeling energy into her palm to cast Detect Poison. The spell effect is subtle and understated, only a soft, brief glow giving away the spell at all.
Terry's shoulders are slumped as he works his way down for the Bloody Hour, and then dinner and rum.
Never had this much trouble making friends before. Is it me? is it these officers have got the whole crew beat down that far? And why do I hurt so much? Work itself hasn't been bad. Pretty normal, really, but my pains have pains I've never felt before.
He seeks out the other newest "recruits". "Something's off. I'm not old enough for age to be the problem, but I'm hurting far more than I should for the work we're doing. Anybody else noting the same?"
Atia smiles and waves at his approach, then listens to him carefully. "Oh, you’re feeling it too? I’m getting tired so much faster, and I’m not even doing half the work you all are doing. I thought it was just because of my inexperience with…pirating. And manual labor of any kind. I’m exhausted."
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Atia nods, smiling. ”Yes, that works. I think it would be best to avoid her for now for both of your safety. I’ll meet you in the kitchen later. Just be aware that Grok and Ambrose could still be awake.” Hearing about his plans reminded her that she still actually needed to check his food.
"Oh, hang on." Atia will hold a hand over Joran's dish, channeling energy into her palm to cast Detect Poison. The spell effect is subtle and understated, only a soft, brief glow giving away the spell at all.
Nodding, "Okay, good. And I'm not too concerned about Grok and Ambrose. Knowing those two, they'll be too busy drinking to hear anything we have to say." Once she's officially checked his food, "Thanks again, darlin'." He smiles at her and begins to eat once she gives the all-clear.
Mr. Plugg walks in, interrupting dinner. Everyone's conversations trail off as he clearly waits for silence, looking like an angry school master. "Finish your meals. Then come up on deck. We're to have a bit of sport." He smiles in a predatory fashion, eyes scanning the room.
His gaze lands on Seadreamer, taking measure of the man. "You. Dwarf. You look like you've seen a few scraps. How would you like to earn yourself one hundred gold coins? Win a one-on-one fistfight with a man of my choosing, and it's yours."
Looking a bit stunned, Joran looks over at Seadreamer and gives him a confident nod, thinking it's a no-brainer. Do it, 'Dreamer! C'mon, don't turn it down! I know you can win, buddy!
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Terry's shoulders are slumped as he works his way down for the Bloody Hour, and then dinner and rum.
Never had this much trouble making friends before. Is it me? is it these officers have got the whole crew beat down that far? And why do I hurt so much? Work itself hasn't been bad. Pretty normal, really, but my pains have pains I've never felt before.
He seeks out the other newest "recruits". "Something's off. I'm not old enough for age to be the problem, but I'm hurting far more than I should for the work we're doing. Anybody else noting the same?"
Once her work was done, she looked over the half-elf. "I'd say you're still a catch... at least compared to everyone else," she joked. "But I felt it too early on. But the work's been keeping me tired all day now. And I'd kill to get a bath at this point." She paused, then touched the poison she had in her bodice.
"Okay, I know I can actually do that, but I'm still a no on that. Any ideas on passing this thing on? I guess I could bug Fipp to do the deed. He didn't really like the story I gave the other swabs."
Atia pays attention to Plugg when he's in the room, frowning deeply. She glances at Seadreamer, brows furrowed and lips thin with concern. I know he didn't get enough sleep for this...100 gold isn't even that much. Not worth it. Having already eaten before bringing the dinner out, Atia quaffs the rum ration, shuddering a tad violently at the unpleasant burn that spread from her throat to her belly. She just couldn't seem to get used to the drink. Today, it made her feel particularly heavy; a bone-deep weight that contrasted oddly with the light-headed and euphoric feeling she still got from the liquor.
Not even the heat of the sun could slow her down apparently. If given the time, she would then go to find Cass."I think we need to go with your route. Unless we can find someone who's good at sleight at hand."
Cass turns to Des and offers [/smaller]"Of course, I think I can make it work. with a bit of a stretch. I doubt Scourge will even think i could lie to him in his current state, I'll see if I can find him after we see what this is about."[/smaller] She finishes as she heads up to the main deck. quickly quaffing her rum.
"Of course, I think I can make it work. with a bit of a stretch. I doubt Scourge will even think i could lie to him in his current state, I'll see if I can find him after we see what this is about."
Scourge is leaning beside the exit to the stairs as Cass heads up on deck, watching the preparations for the fight. To anyone exiting the hold, it quickly becomes clear who Plugg has chosen for his man in the fight. Owlbear, the poor half with they keep chained up below, has been released and brought on deck. He stands with a permanent sort of hunch to his shoulders, whether due to birth defects or being confined in the hold, who can say.
Scourge immediately notices Cass, and his attention is hers, entirely. He approaches her, looking nervous in a way that is utterly strange to see on his face. "Cassandra," he says in greeting. He seemed to have learned her name from someone.
She gulped down the rum... and immediately regretted it as she coughed a couple times. It still burned her throat, but it was something she was getting used to.
Once she was done with the drink, she used the opportunity to find Sandara so that they could talk while the others were on deck.
"Hey Sandy," she began. "In case the plan doesn't work... there was something else I wanted to tell you." She had a bit of nervousness in her voice.
Nodding, he rubs his eyes a moment and sighs. "It's about time he finally woke up. That's good to hear. And I know it's just hair. It's been a long day, you know? I'm just... off a little. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess it's a little of 'everything', I don't know. Sorry for being so weird." He cuts a glance around before, "Maybe we can talk later?" He asks with a questioning look.
Atia impulsively reaches out to touch Joran's shoulder, then stops abruptly and instead taps the table as an awkward cover. She glances around the common area, then back to the barbarian. "Don't worry about it, Joran. There's a lot going on...let me check your food before you eat today, okay?" Her face twists with mild worry.
At his question, she beams at him, her face flushing slightly, and nods. "Of course. Maybe in the kitchen proper while I clean up later? I'm sure Ambrose will be back to his drunken self then. I need to speak with Destinie at some point tonight."
She smiles shyly at Seadreamer, offering a small, awkward wave. "Have you gotten any sleep yet, 'Dreamer?"
He grins at Atia as he starts to make his way to one of the tables.
Sleep, I think I have forgotten what that isHe then wolfs down his food, and makes his way to the deck.
Mr. Plugg walks in, interrupting dinner. Everyone's conversations trail off as he clearly waits for silence, looking like an angry school master. "Finish your meals. Then come up on deck. We're to have a bit of sport." He smiles in a predatory fashion, eyes scanning the room.
His gaze lands on Seadreamer, taking measure of the man. "You. Dwarf. You look like you've seen a few scraps. How would you like to earn yourself one hundred gold coins? Win a one-on-one fistfight with a man of my choosing, and it's yours."
Mr. Plugg, I may be exhausted, and tired, but I will take you up on that offer.
He gets to his feet after eating, and makes his way to the deck to see who or what Mr. plugg has arranged.
He then takes the time to wrap up his hands as he looks over at Owlbear.
This looks like it will be a hell of a scrap.
He looks over at Sharkbait and grins.
Looks like I might have my work cut out for me.
He starts to stretch out, trying to limber up the muscles that may have tightened up due to the pumps.
"Hey Sandy," she began. "In case the plan doesn't work... there was something else I wanted to tell you." She had a bit of nervousness in her voice.
Sandara was frowning over the prospects of pitting Seadreamer against Owlbear, but turned her attention to Destinie. "Right, you did say there were two things earlier. But no talk of the plan not working. We'll make it, somehow. I'm not -- we're not going to just stand by and let them...you know." She laid a hand on the side of Des's shoulder comfortingly. "But what is it you want to tell me?"
He looks over at Sharkbait and grins. Looks like I might have my work cut out for me.
Dreamer comes up onto the deck and sees his opponent. Big man, but when you're a dwarf, you're used to taking on bigger opponents. A crowd gathered around, leaving a circle in the middle of the deck ringed around the two fighters. Bets were being made, nothing official, just between crew members.
"Right you louts," Plugg calls out from up on the poop deck. The sun is setting on the horizon, and soon the light will fade. Several of the other officers are up on the deck, but Harrigan has not bothered to join. "No weapons. No magic. No interference. No other rules. Fight ends if someone dies, blacks out, or quits -- not that Owlbear knows what quit means." A few of your least favorite crew members chuckle. "Owlbear! Batter the dwarf!"
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"Be careful, 'Dreamer," Atia calls after the dwarf, face drawn with worry. What is it with men and wanting to hit each other for fun all the time? Atia thinks, sighing. Her brothers had passed their time as children fighting and it had only gotten worse since they became Hellknights. She, however, avoided pain and discomfort whenever possible. Life on the pirate ship had really been testing her tolerance for these sorts of things.
Atia is left with Joran and a small smile appears on her face. "Do you want to watch whatever is going on up there?" She asks him quietly, raising an eyebrow. I wonder if Ambrose and Grok will be watching... She thinks, feeling the butterflies in her stomach get restless and start fluttering around. She still needs to speak with Destinie, but she had only seen the woman briefly, and the possibility of some time to get to know Joran better was far more tempting at the moment. "I was thinking of going to the kitchen for a bit. I'm not much for that kind of entertainment," she says quietly. "But if you want to go support 'Dreamer, you should! Don't let me sway you from that..." She adds on quickly, her face flushing with some embarrassment.
Scourge is leaning beside the exit to the stairs as Cass heads up on deck, watching the preparations for the fight. To anyone exiting the hold, it quickly becomes clear who Plugg has chosen for his man in the fight. Owlbear, the poor half with they keep chained up below, has been released and brought on deck. He stands with a permanent sort of hunch to his shoulders, whether due to birth defects or being confined in the hold, who can say.
Scourge immediately notices Cass, and his attention is hers, entirely. He approaches her, looking nervous in a way that is utterly strange to see on his face. "Cassandra," he says in greeting. He seemed to have learned her name from someone.
Cass is slightly taken aback when he uses her name but quickly hides it "Hello Scourge, 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. "A friend of mine named 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." She glances downward and sighs lightly. "It was an experiment that didn't go well and I wouldn't want to get out and I was a bit worried that she might share it around. I think I can trust her not to talk about it but, I was wondering if you could get one of your friends to get the tonic from 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 and looks back up looking 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.
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She noticed who the person was going to be and she walked over to Seadreamer. "Be careful. That's the man the captain locked up for his amusement. He's probably dangerous and a tough nut... but he's doing this against his will. If you survive long enough, I think you can get through to him."
She nodded towards the dwarf before he set off on the challenge.
"Hey Sandy," she began. "In case the plan doesn't work... there was something else I wanted to tell you." She had a bit of nervousness in her voice.Sandara was frowning over the prospects of pitting Seadreamer against Owlbear, but turned her attention to Destinie. "Right, you did say there were two things earlier. But no talk of the plan not working. We'll make it, somehow. I'm not -- we're not going to just stand by and let them...you know." She laid a hand on the side of Des's shoulder comfortingly. "But what is it you want to tell me?"
At that point she placed her hand on Sandara's hand to comfort her. "Sorry. I'm more of a realist on things. Being here, I didn't think I would last long here, but everyone has been helpful and for that I'm thankful. Yet with you... I've been getting visions... ans I was wondering if there was more to it then just liking me as a friend."
She moved closer to the cleric to where their faces were a few inches from each other.
"Because if I do get out of this, I wouldn't mind being more than that."
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Cass is slightly taken aback when he uses her name but quickly hides it "Hello Scourge, 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. "A friend of mine named 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." She glances downward and sighs lightly. "It was an experiment that didn't go well and I wouldn't want to get out and I was a bit worried that she might share it around. I think I can trust her not to talk about it but, I was wondering if you could get one of your friends to get the tonic from 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 and looks back up looking 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.
"Stanley," he corrects her gently, as she says his name. "Please. Call me Stanley. That Scourge business is just that. Business." He smiled...impishly? "'Round you I'm more interested in pleasure." He's very proud of himself for that one, and it shows. "But please, go on. I'd help you with anything, love."
Stanley Scourge listens to the rest of Cass's explanation, a look of confusion on his face. "She swiped it off you? And this tonic, what, it don't work right, and you're worried she'll spill the beans? What's it do?" He waved a hand dismissively after his questions. "Nevermind, don't matter. Easy solution. I'll say she stole it from Grok, Captain'll get rid of her," he said matter-of-factly. "There. Now don't worry your pretty little head no more over it. I'll take care of it. I'll take care of everything." He reached up and tucked a stray strand of Cass's hair back behind her ear, out of her face. "I'll take care of you."
At that point she placed her hand on Sandara's hand to comfort her. "Sorry. I'm more of a realist on things. Being here, I didn't think I would last long here, but everyone has been helpful and for that I'm thankful. Yet with you... I've been getting visions... and I was wondering if there was more to it then just liking me as a friend." She moved closer to the cleric to where their faces were a few inches from each other. "Because if I do get out of this, I wouldn't mind being more than that."
Sandara grinned widely and spoke softly, for Des's ears alone. "Visions, hm? I've had a couple of dreams about you myself, Des. And they were sure something, but I wouldn't call them visions. I don't think visions are quite so...intense," she winked. Not caring if the others around saw them, her head tipped slightly to the side and she leaned in, kissing Destinie softly, letting her lips linger. "Why wait till you get out of it?" she said in a breathy voice a moment later.
Seadreamer nods at Destinie, as he takes off his shirt revealing corded muscles in his arms and chest.
Thanks for the heads up, and can you hold this until after. I don't want it ripped up.
He finishes wrapping up his hands with rags, while he looks around for something that he might snag to help himself in the fight to come.
Well, first step in fighting someone bigger than me is to bring them down to my size.
He then moves out to the makeshift ring, while continuing to stretch out.
He then moves into the bear, swinging hard.
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Only to stumble due to the fatigue, so he changes his stance to defensive.
Owlbear is big, slow, and clumsy, and the punch lands in his gut. "Little man mean!" Owlbear howls, coming in for a swing of his own.
Owlbear gives as good as he gets, raising a fist up into the air and bringing it down atop Seadreamer's head with a thump. Dreamer notices something in the way the big man moves...Owlbear appears blind in his left eye. Coming at him from that side might prove useful...
Owlbear HP: 20/24
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[Sandara grinned widely and spoke softly, for Des's ears alone. "Visions, hm? I've had a couple of dreams about you myself, Des. And they were sure something, but I wouldn't call them visions. I don't think visions are quite so...intense," she winked. Not caring if the others around saw them, her head tipped slightly to the side and she leaned in, kissing Destinie softly, letting her lips linger. "Why wait till you get out of it?" she said in a breathy voice a moment later.
The oracle wasn't sure how Sandara was going to react, hence why she wanted to ask first. She got her answer with the kiss in the lips. Her cheeks were easy to blush to begin with, but they were bright red by the time the kiss had finished.
Despite this,she was still wary of anybody possibly eavesdropping on them. Yet the growing devil-may-care attitude at the brink of death as well as the general heat of the moment overrode the brief feeling of embarrassment. Finally, she gave out a wiry smile as she pressed their bodies together
"I guess Desna's been clueing us in on something then."
She proceeded to lean wrap her around Sandara's neck as she leaned forward forward her a kiss of her own. She at least had the courtesy to pull the cleric into a hallway where she could lean against a wall, her heart melting as she let the kiss deepen.
Dreamers vision wobbles from the smack to the top of the head, as he notices the problem with Owls eyes.
You know striking a dwarf on the head, just makes them mad don't ya.
He then feints right, and moves left in an attempt to strike him again.
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