I'm definitely up for it. I know a friend of mine was potentially interested in joining, I'll ask him to PM you or start posting here or something.
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"Don't mind if I do come in." Booker takes a step into the ship and takes a look around.
Everyone pretty much asked me about work. Wasn't too bad though. Got a good game of pictionary in.
Booker takes a glance over the ship, as if he has any sort of clue what he's looking at. "This thing ain't gonna leak?"
I got rained on a bit. There was also a lot of wind. I guess some people in the area lost power for a bit but nothing too bad really. I never saw any of that.
"You got anywhere we can take these damn helmets off? Can we do that on this boat o' yours?"
I'm none too pleased about that.
Yeah, I think the latest updates un-dotted a bunch of people from their dots. So, we need more dots, naturally. More dots! MOAR DOTS!
"Well the more the merrier, I guess. The bastard didn't say nothin' about pickin' up stragglers, did he?" Booker tips his hat to the mechanic. "Booker Graves." He turns to Celia, takes off his hat, and gives her a nod before putting the hat back on. "Cuz I owed ya a doffing."
Booker looks him up and down and asks, trying not to sound hostile,"You got some pressin need to come along?"
Booker whispers to Celia "When'd she get all polite with strangers? And to the Mechanic's questions: "We kinda got shanghaied and got ourselves teleported here without too much say in the matter. Same guy seems to've stuck our little floating friend here into his floaty ball. Kind of a bastard if y'ask me."
"Yeah, I think I'll come take a look. I got a interest in these kinda things."
"Yeah, no offense to y'all's hospitality here, but I'd just as soon get back to some place I can take this damned helmet off."
"Well...good to know then. He turns his head to the group for a second and whispers, "I think they might actually be okay, guys." Back to the Kethan, "You ever try to get back in touch with them ones back outside your home?"
"So you...don't steal people's faces?"
"Go where? Where's that thing wantin' to take ya?" Booker eyes the Kethan critically, especially for signs of imminent face-stealing.
Booker positions his gun to be easily retrievable but keeps it out of sight, then takes his hands out of his pockets and sticks his head out.
Yeah, mostly trying not to hog the spotlight
You're an odd duck, you know that? Did you catch it and name it Jiminy? Or Fred?
Booker rolls his eyes at Celia's lack of grace and then casually saunters after her down the passage with no attempt at stealth.
"I can. Not so sure y'all'll be able to though. Could at least try listenin' in first to see if they're discussing plans to kill all of us or whatever." "That Cayden guy really does seem pretty handy. You ever like, meet him?"
"Yeah, they're still at it. Real as any of this seems to be. Figure we should head in together."
Sneak back to the group! "Hey fellas, ladies, I think you're gonna wanna see this. There's a bunch of them face stealers in there."
Booker will try to get close enough to see what's chattering about.
Booker pulls his tail into his suit and rights his hat with it while he packs up his hammock. "Frankly, I don't know how you folks live with just two hands. Anyway, lemme go poke my head down that tunnel and see if that chattering's still goin on.
Booker roots through his pocket muttering about a misplaced bottle of Oldlaw, then eventually pulls a tophat out, scrunching it up between the top of his head and the top of the glass bubble. Then he pulls his poncho out from the outside and puts it on on top of the suit, and follows this up by pulling out his hammock and trying to find a place to string it up. "Still got the rest of the important stuff I guess. Bet these nannies ain't no substitute for a good peach though. Off to sleep then I guess. Celia, you wake me up when you wanna switch out, y'hear? Or if you need some company."
"Well I can take a watch. Not too big a deal. But how're you proposin' we take our supper with these helmets in the way, cupcake?"
Frustrated at his inability to tell what's going on, Booker sneaks back to the group.
"Well that was a bust."
Booker motions silence, then sneaks forward to take a listen.
Booker steps right up next to her, to better see what's behind the panel.
"I'd be more disappointed if you didn't take it off, really"
"Well there ya have it." Booker steps off of the plate and ushers everyone back in.
Booker waits for everyone else to clear out and mimes downing a mug of ale as he gives Celia a grin. Once everyone is clear, he steps on the pressure plate with an incredibly overblown show of gravitas.
"Right, yeah...well why don't yall clear out and I can see if that plate works. If there's trouble I betcha I can get outta the way better'n you. No offense intended."
Booker scampers forward to take a look at the door and the surrounding area.
"Well I say we should try the pressure plate thingy and see if it is the doorbell, but if it is, we could always stick Boodka over on it."
"Fwoosh!"
"Ow. I dun wanna do that again. Yeah, let's get outta here."
"Heh heh. Yeah, sure, I can check it out. But Miss Celia, I don't think that lady'd know a happy memory if it jumped out and kissed her ass. Err, goat. Wait, maybe I got that confused." Booker peeks through the door! Preferably quiet-like.
"Woowee, that's an impressive sight there." Booker checks out the fountain as best he can.
Excellent. Gotta have something cheap for when you can't taste anything anymore.
I'll bring the good booze.
I'm still here too. I'm not opposed to at least some railroading to move things along a bit. Also, I find it rather difficult to stand unwavering on one leg. I always sway at least a bit. Maybe I'm just a bit unbalanced. That would all explain why it's just been Booker/Valai happy fun time lately though ;D ...aaaand now it's not showing updates for me, although it had been previously.
Booker shoots Valai an equally displeased look at ruining his plans for gorging himself on good food and copious amounts of wine. "Well maybe we should head back to that crossroads. Don't think we're gonna be findin' transport off this rock in the kitchen."
:] Yeah, no worries, mate.
"Well folks, you up for some dinner?" Booker starts poking around to try to find a pantry.
So I think the better question at this point is, who IS still interested in carrying on with this?
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