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Velvet tips a non-existent hat to both Kroop and Grok. If he had a hat right now it would be such a good looking hat. Not too flashy, but of obvious quality. That hat would be so fabulously functional it would make others swoon with envy. It would be the best f$!$ing hat ever to grace a head. F~&&. I need to surround myself with nice things again before this poverty kills my spirit. Velvet thinks with more than a little desperation. "Hello friends, and how are you fine gentlemen this evening? I'd say well myself, but there's always that constant itching fear of Scourge's Stroke. Why, if he were a lad back at the house he'd be demoted to Fluffer. Still, what's life without a bit of trouble?" Velvet chuckles. It's a sad laugh, one someone uses when in a bleak time.
It's good to have fun Velvet thought, then went looking for Kroop.
Success! Velvet thought. "Bolvak knows it's because I'm so smooth and, luxurious" Velvet makes sure he makes wide eyed steady eye contact with the brawler for that last word. He addresses Sandara again, "but as you've seen, I'm also creatively limber," Velvet gives a friendly wink, then downs his hopefully better tasty, less floating speck having, liquid disguised as a beverage. He then gets up, intending to find Kroop. "Come visit me any time. By day I toil in the galley, by night I hate to be bored."
After Sandara's touch, Velvet feels as if he'd just come back from a rejuvenating spa. "Wow, you certainly have talented hands. I feel great, thanks!" Bolvak arrives awkwardly. He seems to only have eyes for the stew. "Thank you Bolvak, those rats were a real pain in the ass. But it's back to it's fully healed, round and plump self now. Although you may want to stick around the rest of the night if you want to make sure." Velvet swirls around the toxic drink while Bolvak asks Sandara to fix his own poison. "Oh yes, that'd be wonderful if you could do something with mine as well. Of course I'd be willing to help with any favour you'd like. Barring seducing Scourge, he's not my type. I'm on good terms with Kroop though, seeing as I'm in the kitchen all day. Come by anytime if you'd like to chat." I better get on the friendliest terms as possible with this woman, I just know I'm going to need life saving in the hell hole. Again.
"My lady, you are too kind," Velvet does an exaggerated bow. The effect is ruined when a stitch acts up in his side and he makes an unattractive face due to the pain. "I and a few others were ordered to the bilges to take care of a rat problem. They were...not so civil. Since you carry the symbol of Besmara, I came to ask if there was something you could give me for the pain. I could of course repay the favour once I'm back to my more...limber self,"" Velvet waggles his eyebrows playfully. He glances at his undrunk rum "Though I suppose this will make me feel just as bad, even if I were at my most energetic self. Say, how does someone as young and spry as yourself deal with this horrible thing? A few nights drinking this and my complexion would be absolutely ruined"
Velvet serves a bowl for himself first but sets it aside while shoveling out the rather sad stew to the rest of the crew. He returns Tamesis' nod, but instead of his usual smile all he can return is a pained grimace. "Ouch, I have to find that cleric of Besmara and see if I can beg a favour...it's like there's a party in my body but the only one's that showed up like to kick the stuffing out my organs. I hate rats." By the time he's done serving, his own stew has cooled enough to down in one go. Once satisfied he's cleaned the bowl of every bit of unsatisfying sustenance, he takes his mug of smelly death and looks for Sandara. He'll have to go with the Wounded Puppy, Velvet was doubtful he could pull off Cool Sauve at the moment.
Well. That was rude. What a terrible loss he has suffered, I would have been a great wardrobe consultant. Pleb. Velvet continues catching fish, then goes to make a stew. Thankfully Kroop is fully functional today and is of great help. Later tonight, he'll have to thank Kroop properly for being an alright fellow. Velvet's position definitely could have been worse, he could have been placed under a personality like Scourge. Shudder at the thought.
"Not at all, I simply appreciate good taste." Velvet gives a grin and hopes this doesn't go poorly.
Velvet helps get Tamesis to the main deck as best he can, but after that he is acutely aware of his job for the day. "Don't worry, she'll be alright as long as you get her to the healer so she can do her assignment today and avoid the bloody hour. I've seen this before. They get all tuckered out, but soon enough are right as rain. I'll see you all tonight." Velvet goes back to fishing, eager to get dinner prepared and avoid the bloody hour.
He thinks about making an easy fish stew. There's no vegetables to speak of left, but he knows if he just throws in a bunch of spices and removes the bones it'll probably be ok. Edible, at least. While hanging his legs over the boat's edge and enjoying the afternoon sun he spots one of the riggers, a male gnome dressed like a dandy. "Good afternoon!" Velvet calls out to him, "may I say, you have magnificent style!" It would be nice to have a friend to chat about fashion again.
I just. Can't. Even. Or Odd at or above their AC.
Seeing that his left leg was the only limb that not only landed a hit, but killed the little f+@#er, Velvet steps in front of the planking Tamesis and kicks again with the left.
Velvet steps forward to strike the rat next to Bolvak, using the only limb he hasn't yet tried.
"Airy, Darling, be a sweet thing and scooch over. I'm not quite feeling myself." Velvet looks haggard from all the biting.
Obviously punches weren't working. Velvet sends a roundhouse kick at the same rat.
Velvet swings and hits air, but at least manages to dodge the not so ting pointed teeth the second time around. "I'm so much better at biting than this thing." he thinks before swinging another hook.
Velvet moves forward and throws a sucker punch at the closet gross rodent.
"But, I suppose that's a story best left a more...comfortable time." Velvet looks around, really wishing he was anywhere but here.
Peacefully fishing off the bow of the boat, Velvet enjoys the nice warm day with occasional breezes. It's a lovely day to be outside. So of course he's ordered to go down to the depths of the ship to trudge in foul water, possibly containing a horrid creature. With teeth. And no sense of humour. Once the group is all together in the very dark, very smelly, hole of a place, Velvet claps his hands together lightly. "You know back at the Goldfish, we'd call this a Golden Girl."
Velvet wakes up a bit stiff. He wanders to the galley to fetch the bucket of goose guts to use as fish bait. He doesn't really know how to fish, but he's seen it done. "Morning Kroop," seeing as the man is sober today, asking for help seems like a good idea. "How you feeling today?" Velvet makes the appropriate amount of amount of small talk to be friendly. "Any rods or hooks I can use around here to use with this bait?" He picks a feathered limb out of the bucket, "or should I wing it?"
Velvet maintains unblinking eye contact with Bolvak. Bolvak moves his head closer to Airy, Airy moves her face closer to Bolvak, Velvet tilts himself even closer to both, bringing the three of them into an intimate tete-a-tete-a-tete, so close their breathes mingle together to gently warm all three faces. He speaks softly. "It means, luxurious, and... " his voice lowers drastically in pitch, a rich sensual tone, "... smooth." Velvet stays like this for a long moment. Then, he suddenly leans back from the intensity and regains a casual demeanor, as if nothing had happened. He turns his full attention to Lickett. "But if it's a distraction you need, I'll see what I can do." Velvet grins playfully. Leaving his food and drink behind, he makes his way to the other side of the deck closer to the captain, officers and Scourge. "Crew of the Wormwood!" Velvet booms in an attention grabbing voice, "in honour of this festive occasion, let us have a little entertainment!"
Velvet starts with simple juggling using empty mugs dropped by drunken pirates and old plates clear of food. He quickly adds more random items, scooping them off the floor without breaking pace. He climbs tables, flips from place to place with effortless precision, juggles with one hand while standing up-side-down on the other. He catches thrown items and stacks them on an outstretched foot in a stunning demonstration of balance. His actions are elegant and rapid, gliding from one impossible move to another. He's entrancing, smooth, and impressively flexible. You don't even know what's an arm or a leg anymore, he's a jumble of limbs and leaps and ever stacking and whirling objects. It is an incredible sight to witness! Velvet keeps it up until he runs out of energy, finishing with a graceful bow and a neat tower of dishes. He's out of breath but overall cheery and quite pleased with himself. I hope they used this time wisely...
Velvet leans forward, interlocks his fingers and puts his chin on the back of his hands. He quirks a smile and gives a small wink. "Darling, you can call me whatever you like."
YBD, for the night time activity of Entertain the Crew (in order to distract everybody so Lickett can get rid of la rum), can I sub an acrobatics check instead of perform? Gymnastics and crazy flexibility balancing shit is entertaining right?
Velvet nods appreciatively. "Sounds like a solid plan. I'd love to have my longbow and arrows back. Then I could shoot down enough fowl to cook for everyone, amongst other things." "I don't suppose either of you know how to reliably ger rid of this swill without the threat of lashing? It's only that I'm not keen to repeat last night's lovely chat with Scourge. I doubt he'd treat me as gently as he did Fipps." "By the way, I didn't catch your name," Velvet addresses Bolvak.
Velvet lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the captain satisfied with the goose. He didn't even know he was holding his breath. The Bloody Hour was a bit stressful. If it came to it he was going to, truthfully, claim he wanted to make it on deck on time and only threw a single punch because someone was in the way. It's not like it was a blow meant to kill, let alone magic. Not that the punishment for tardiness seems all that severe, he thinks with a puckered face, Scourge lashing Fipps like a filthy casual. He wonders what he should do with that bucket of goose bits in the galley. Hide it in someone's bed as a joke? Yeah, anyone with an actual bed would have the rank of 'One-who-keelhauls-so-called-jokesrs'. Still, the idea is amusing. It's all about finding joy in the little things, when one is press ganged. At least they didn't have mandatory slave tattoos. Some of the Fish back at the House had those kinds of marks. Most hid them with makeup or self imposed scarring, nobody wanted the reminder. It was all about image and fantasy, if a client thoughts of you coincided with dirty hard labour they were unlikely to call again. Unless they liked the slave type. Ironically the only employees willing to serve these particular clients had no slave history, painted with temporary ink. But, this was tangential thinking. He needed to focus on the present. Velvet picked up his mug of rum and glanced at it unhappily. He wasn't usually picky about this sort of thing but in this case he really, did not want that in his mouth. He spots Airy with that large human. Not really having anywhere else to go, he joins them.
nah, my chromebook doesn't allow firefox because it's a prissy little bastard. I got away with 'bastard'! I have won at life!
Velvet sees Scourge talking to Aretta in hushed tones. Great, the one I punched is tattling to the one that wants to whip me. And not in the fun way. No I can't think like that, I just have to stay positive and make it through this day. Maybe chat up that Grok and see what it will take to get my longbow back, maybe chat up that Lickett to see what he can conjure besides water. That Tamesis seems resourceful, I should chat her up as well, see what she found out last night. I'll just get the cooking done as fast as possible and start talking to people. Cooking is so easy, if yesterday's job taught me anything it's that I can do any ol' thing and call it food. I'm so glad I've got the easiest gig on this ship. Nothing to fall off of or climb or catch or clean, although I guess I should be cleaning the cookware, just chop and stir and done. Velvet smiles hopefully as he enters the galley, only to see Cook Kroop passed out on the floor. Velvet nudges him with his foot, but knows in his heart that with the amount of rum Fishguts consumed last night he won't be up anytime soon. Possibly a few days, if ever. Can't be comatose without the coma. That's ok, just a minor setback. I saw everything he did yesterday, it will take me more time to do both sets of work but I'm sure it'll be fine. After all, as long as it's at least sort of edible it's still considered food. At this moment a runner stops by and informs Velvet that no, not just anything will do, a suitable Captain's birthday meal must be created with impeccable taste, flavour, and aesthetic value, or Scourge is going to tie his legs together, cut his webbed ears off sew them between his shoulder blades and see if a pod of dolphins accepts him as their own. Or something like that. Somewhere in there Velvet's vision blurred, he started to hear a high pitched whine that pushed all other sound into the background and he became very light headed. Is this a panic attack? Was he having a panic attack? Well stop it, stop having a panic attack Velvet. A hand smacked him in the face and the world came into focus. It was his own hand, the runner had gone off. Presumably during Velvet's zoned out phase. Velvet checked his face for drool. There was no drool.
Ok f%+* everything else, I am a cook today. I'm a fabulous cook and that's what's going to happen because I can't think about what would happen otherwise. He shivered and went top deck to get some air. He breathed in deeply and started thinking. He needed ingredients. They just came out of town two days ago, surely they would have pillaged some decent ingredients that hadn't gone bad yet? If all he had to work with was that cured jerky with the hardness and texture of wood, and that foul rum, he'd surely be skinned alive to make a sushi dish. He needed something special, preferably extra fatty for extra flavour. Velvet remembered one of his clients loved going on and on about his newest culinary creations, that's where he learned that fatty meats were delicious because of the umami flavour. Just then he hears a loud squack. A medium sized goose had flown right into the mast and broken it's neck. It's body thumped down a few meters away from Velvet. For a few seconds he didn't move and stayed in his thinking position. I...I think I'm religious now. Just to cover all his bases, Velvet glanced skyward and mouthed a quick "thank you".
Velvet quickly scooped up the goose and hurried down to the galley. He plucked the goose as clean as possible. The back feathers were fairly easy, the soft down was the most difficult. There's still a few down bits left after Velvet snaped off the wings at the joint and used a cleaver to remove the neck and scaly legs. He then made a short, shallow cut from the neck of the bird and removed all the innards. I wonder what this blue organ is. Maybe I should save the guts for a stew. Is that a thing? Wait, do some birds have a really poisonous organ that shouldn't be eaten? Or maybe I'm thinking of a fish... Velvet put all the organs, along with the wings, feet and head of the bird, aside in a bucket to deal with later. He soaked the cleaned bird in a tub of brine for a few hours as he rendered the excess fat he found inside the goose, and uses it to roast any odds and ends vegetables he can find left over from last night. He also cut many potatoes. What's next? My manacles? No I'm mixing that up. Wait, wasn't this supposed to soak in brine overnight? Whelp, too late now. Velvet rinsed the goose in what was left of the fresh frog water. As a lucky find he discovered a few rather bruised apples, forgotten behind a crate of rum, to cut up and use as a stuffing. I'm sure no one can be too mad at me for using these up if it's for the captain. Probably. He then improvised a few very thin strips of cured jerky to sew the goose shut, it worked about as well as leather string. Velvet put the goose in a large pan and surrounded it with the cut potatoes before he made shallow pricks all over the skin of the bird, just enough to pierce the skin to reveal that glorious fat layer. He roasted the goose in the oven for many hours while keeping the side dish warm and simmering in fatty flavour up top on the stove. He wiped his brow and took a seat while he considered his position. Every time I start thinking optimistic thoughts, something out of the blue hits me in face. My face is already blue enough. Clearly, the solution is to stop thinking so much. Velvet stops thinking until the goose is almost done. He liked to think he was meditating. Shortly before the goose is done Velvet realizes most of the day has got away from him, but it's not too late! He finds a runner and asks them to inform the Captain that a magnificent goose feast is ready for him. It can feed 3-4 people, but of course is reserved entirely for the captain. Velvet takes the goose out to rest. The skin is a crackling orange brown over the soft apple stuffing, and the chunks of potatoes glisten with the most umamious of fats. The bits of simmered vegetables look alright, but he wishes there was something actually green on board that wouldn't go bad. He was fairly certain that frog would turn out evil. It would also have been better if he could have found a lemon to rub on the skin before cooking, or squeeze a bit of lemon juice onto the apples before putting in the oven. But this would do.
Noice. Thanks bro~
I already rolled a 16 and 13 to beat a DC 10 and 15. Can I work diligently and add a +4 to that second check in order to pass both our do I have to fail cooking and choose a different day action?
Velvet lands a solid hit on Aretta. He sees the chance to throw an uppercut at Syl before she darts up the ladder, but he lets her go. These guys may be impulsive and violent, but that doesn't mean he has to needless incur the wrath of someone who looks like they'll hold a nasty grudge. A long lasting, knifey grudge. He looks back at the group, "Don't know about you lot, but I'm getting my fine ass up top before morning bell." Velvet winks at Lickett and quickly heads up the ladder.
Velvet thinks of his old life while lying awake in what passed for a bed. It was no secret, he was not the shiniest fish in the bowl. Almost every other employee had a more stable, and generous, client base. Sure he knew how to read the body language and no one was a better listener, but a lot of people were just not into the webbed ears. Frankly, everyone else was just more experienced and better at naturally creating that comfortable atmosphere that made the client want to drop all their cash as well as undergarments. He sighs and slowly rolls over. Maybe this is a good thing, a new start, no comfortable niche to get stagnant in. Get all the booty, or get dead. I have to make friends, get the connections, find my place then get a better one. Velvet gets up and takes a swig of frog water, he swallows his nerves with it. He makes his way to the main deck and happens to meet up with that arrogant name dropping red Tiefling and that huge, bulky, turkey lover on the way. He tips his head slightly and puts two fingers to his temple in greeting while quirking a smile. Powerful friends are good friends. The prince frog shows up too, a water spell means he has others and it'd be good to find out what they are. By the ladder to the main deck is Airy. She looks frail but Velvet knows what she can do. He also knows how much that scarf means to her that one of a group of less-than-desirables is wearing, oh shit now he's getting pushy. He shouldn't do that, of course she's going to overreact and do something astoundingly foolish like- yes, that was a ball of acid she just threw at him. Okay this may be salvageable, if he can step in front quickly enough he can convince the group to leave her alone lest they get more acid in the face and-nope. Nope, looks like Tammy is fired up and throwing electricity. Yikes, do these people not know the punishment for murder around here? And that guy, Fipps, smells like he is well done. well, maybe it's not that bad? Yeah, he's probably still kind of ok so maybe-no, nope, he just got socked in the gut by that huge human. Whatever his name is. Yeah, Fipps is probably not ok now. Still, beating the shit out of one guy is a good scare tactic for the rest. This could serve to establish a reputation for this little group of coloured crew. This could keep them safe, as long as Fipps isn't dead. Ok, Velvet thinks, this is fine. I just have to step in and tell these idiots this is what happens if they harass any one of us and they might just run away and leave us alone. Alright, I- oh hell, what the f$+* did LickFace just do to the Slippery One? Oh...f&!% it. Velvet leaps forward and throws a left hook into the face of that big-earred human, Aretta Bansion. He might as well go all in for a good fight, commit to this madness and then maybe feel more sane in the sun.
Next day job for Velvet
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Hey YBD, what is the meaning of the asterisks next to some of the day and night actions?
Velvet sighs in relief in what could have easily gone much worse. "Well, looks like it's bed time for me, love. " He winks at Airy then ends his night here. He really doesn't want to push his luck any further tonight.
Velvet gives Airy an unhappy look when she says she's staying. Scourge's breath is like a soft, buttery gel. Waves of margarine coloured assault travel an unstoppable oily route into Velvet's no longer velvety nose. It reminded him of that time he was going in for a kiss and the guy laughed too hard and snorted into his face, evacuating his nose of snot that flew right into Velvet's left nostril. Except this time there'd be no graceful recovery or pearl studded apology time piece. Still, one must try one's best, especially now that he was at his worst. Velvet holds his breath and hopes someone will throw a bucket of water at him because he has no plans of breathing air anytime soon. He looks abashed and a little nervous. "Certainly not," Velvet answers Scourge, "why I find the rum quite satisfying, a real belly warmer. My, I'm feeling tanked. But look at me floundering, should I scale back? Did you see that looker that just walked past? Now that's a box I'd like to tackle."
Just let Velvet face the punishment alone and take the beating for Airy. He's a hooker with a heart of gold(tm).
Velvet sees Scourge heading over in his peripheral vision. He smiles and stands up but under his breath he says to his companions "it's been a pleasure but you fine people may want to leave now, I'm about to have a not-fun time. "
Velvet puts his mug down next to Airy's as he tucks into a meal he adamantly does not look at in order the ignore the extremely unhygienic way he knows it was cooked. "Oh Airy my dear, you may not be an Ifrit, but as a Sylph I'm sure you can blow us all away." He regards the Tiefling, "Kieran, hmmm? Interesting." He picks up Airy's rum as if pondering the name before pretending to take a sip, "Well I don't know where any of our things went, anything of use I imagine would have been given to higher ups, sorting out spoils sort of thing," he makes an exaggerated shrug and uses the motion to dump the rum under the table, "let me know if you see anyone with my longbow, I really miss it. Also if you see a really nice shirt, if there's anyone around with a really nice shirt it's definitely mine." Velvet makes a show of finishing the last few drops of rum before slapping the mug back on the table. "I've been in the galley all day making this slop, apologies by the way, no idea what I'm doing." "Fishguts is not a bad man, I could chat him up about this, that, and the other. But if you really want to know where your things are," here Velvet leans in a bit to raise his eyebrows, "you could go for a little midnight walk. Get to know the ship a little better."
Velvet winces as Airy is smacked around, she didn't deserve that. But the reality of the situation starts to sink in when punishment is doled out to the thief. All day all Velvet had to do was tend to the Silky Duff, and listen to Fishguts. He was not a cruel man, seemed nice even. It wasn't hard, it wasn't particularly pleasant what with the continuous smell of the unwashed crew, but it was like a mediocre dream one can wait to wake up from. But this wasn't a dream. This wasn't a game, or a session, or something that could be stopped with a a prearranged safe word. This was real, and he could very well die here in the middle of a shark infested ocean, without even a nice coat or afghan to his name. This was intolerable. Almost as terrible as the smell that came from the rum ration. "Yes, this definitely seems like it could kill me," he thought, wrinkling his nose. Velvet carries his rather large quantity of rum in one hand and the plate of food in the other over to where Airy is sitting. He makes sure she and several other bodies are blocking the line of sight between him and Plugg, and quickly turns his wrist to dump the rum as he bends down to sit beside her, and sets his dinner down. "How are you holding up, love?" He gives her a sympathetic look, and checks her injuries while doing a valiant job of ignoring her bilgy smell. Nearby he recognizes the frog introduce himself as Likitt, saying something about spirits not abandoning. "I do believe you're right, we have to have hope. And patience, until the time is right" Velvet smiles. He notices the red skinned woman nearby, she looks less than happy.
Velvet follows Fishguts into the gallery to attempt cooking the daily meals. It doesn't seem too hard, just chopping and throwing things in a pot. Fishguts doesn't seem too worried when a piece lands on the suspiciously sticky floor, opting to throw it back in the pot. I wish Airy was doing this job, then maybe I'd get some dumplings. He smiles when Fishguts smiles, looks concerned when the cook is imparting a piece of advice, and sympathetic if he complains. Best to wait until the time is right. And listening is always a good way to pass the time.
So is Fishguts drunk over or under 50? Also, what is "bull" session? Seabull?
Velvet looks around blearily, did he forget a roleplay appointment? He doesn't remember a bearded whip dom being scheduled... Then he remembers the bar, the drinks, the dancing and- a frog? Yup, there's the frog again, over there, also on the floor. Well, that's what he gets for offering a helping hand. Which he could use now, much like everyone else. The red one looks pissed, did she just light her hand on fire? Looks like a good friend to make. The turkey one too, tough friends are always nice to have. Airy looks pissed without her scarf, the amount of time he's spent listening to the meaning of every fiber of that thing...
Velvet thinks on what he knows about the Wormwood.
Velvet nods an impressed nod at his drink, "One of these days barkeep, I'll stump you," he muses more to himself than anyone else. The barkeep is already off pouring citrus rum into every cup. Velvet downs his glass of ridiculous potato flavoured Schnapps, just in time to immediately consume the mug of rum efficiently served before him. He smiles politely at Airy and the jumping one from the bar, then slowly makes his way over in a sort of flowing, travelling, not quite dance. He notices the flurry of movement as the jumping one manages to get itself stuck on a shark, looking quite ruffled for something with no ruffles. Velvet stops by the wall and extends a blue hand, "need a little help there, friend?" He smiles, "the Wormwood has certainly caused a ruckus."
Buh. Ugh. Further Buh. Profile stats and CMB, CMD, changed, asterisks added to skills with ranks. Things and stuff post now.
A bright blue shirtless man with kissable abs enters the tavern, adding to the already colourful patronage. He looks cheerful, but tired. He recognizes Airy in an expression of intense interrogation she calls 'practicing polite conversation'. Velvet chuckles and hopes the frog-person is up for it. He wonders how well the frog-person can swim, if he'd be up for a race. This is the first time Velvet has seen this type so close, but after all the wide variety of customers at the Goldfish Companion House, his feelings are more of mild interest than anything else. But Velvet is just a bit too tired from a day spent with a new trainee, so he settles at the bar to get a drink first. On the way he winks at a rather attractive woman with blood red skin, however he is unsure if she sees him due to her pupiless eyes. He takes a seat and recognizes the bartender as the one that's always here. Supposedly he can concoct any drink imaginable, so Velvet orders the most ridiculous drink he can think of: Potato Schnapps with a twist of farmed gold.
I'm ready for audit! I will not have reliable computer access until Monday evening, but I still have a phone so I should be fine.
YBD! Can there be a really nice brothel (companion house?) in whatever town we are starting in called the "Goldfish House"? Because I want Velvet to have grown up then worked there and have all the employees have stage names after breeds of goldfish. And also I can say Velvet met Airy there many times when she wanted to pay someone listen to her excitedly go on about her day. And possibly know other PCs from there if other players want to. Hey can I? PS: Velvet's stage name could be Telescope. Or Lionhead.
Yo, I started putting a character sheet in my profile, almost done just need vitals as shown in the Gender section of the first template. For skills I just listed everything with a non-zero bonus. Let me know of any errors or missed info and I will correct or update my profile as soon as possible. I do have a convention and will be unavailable this weekend as well as much of the Friday and Monday. Gotta grout now, cheers.
Question for YBD, can I switch out Water Affinity racial trait for Hydrated Vitality? Also thinking about switching Darkvision for Deepsight.
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