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Unlike some of the Shadows traversed on the return trip from Aegis to Amber, the sky above is a normal, every night ebony. The stars that spangle her expanse are glitteringly bright, ranging in color from the standard pale blue to pure white. A light breeze carries a hint of spray into the air and across the deck, the cold turning it to skittering ice before it pushes the crystals over the other side and into the water below. Maggie is sitting on the winch housing, perched with her arms wrapped about her knees and her hair ruffled by the breeze. Some of the ice crystals have become caught in the auburn net of her hair, glittering and sparkling in faint mimicry of the stars above.
[Public] Dirk says, "Hello?"
[Public] Dirk Steals vialle.
[Public] Portia says, "Sorry, I was playing Skyrim with the kid. Because it's totes appropriate for her age"
[Public] Eidran says, "You need to start 'em young if you want them dragonslaying."
[Public] Portia says, "She's killed a couple packs of wolves, some spiders, a few bandits...for 3 that's not bad considering I forgot to put it on easy"
[Public] Vialle says, "Hey, Dirk."
[Public] Vialle says, "Eep."
[Public] Dirk grins and hides Vialle. She's my favourite Aunt except for Aunt Flora.\
[Public] Liyandra wavies.
[Public] Liyandra sorries - was making lunch.
[Public] Random slaughters Dirk. And anyone standing within a mile radius.
[Public] Raphaela says, "lo"
[Public] Portia loves Random slaughter. And random slaughter
[Public] Dirk says, "Sorry Vialle Random slaughtered you."
[Public] Vialle laughs, "Oh, no... I just mirror jumped."
[Public] Vialle says, "Back later. Work is feeling ignored and that is never a good thing. See you!"
One of the crew on night watch walks by quietly in his deck clogs, an able seaman with impressive sealegs, at one with the sway and rise of the ship. A lucky find amongst a long list of candidates, or a man specifically seeing his way on board the Wave Dancer, confident of his hire? The questions put forth during the interview process invariably return standard responses within acceptable parameters, ringing no bells one way or the other. Only time and the sea's testing would eventually sort and reveal the true mettle of everyone aboard, including the officers themselves.
The skilled crew member pauses by the port rail to return the hail of one coming along the pier. He lets down the folded gangway shortly afterwards and Kerf comes back aboard after a few hours away after dinner in the mess. After delivering a brief report of non-eventful happenings, the sailor is left to bar access to the ship once more, while his superior, perhaps in title only judging by the shipmate's over-shoulder glance, strolls across the deck to the cargo hatch and winch housing. "Captain Flame.. good evening." Kerf's eyes are bright from the long walk back to the docks as well as being on the last hurrahs of energy at the end of a long day. Those reserves are ever the most unpredictable for him, and the potential for strangeness, impulse, and even hilarity has been well-proven over the weeks.
"I've secured our permits with the harbormaster and set up some new appointments for trade tomorrow." But barring a sudden last-minute rush of business at the office, it wouldn't take hours to fill out paperwork for the borderline prohibited substances held securely on the ship, nor checking off boxes at the receivers. But he doesn't offer anything else, instead lingering by the winch himself, turning his face upwards a little to contemplate the stars and occasionally viewing her own crystalline stars obliquely, charting a silent course by their points.
Taking note of the crewman's manner and easy adaptation, Maggie makes a mental note to look him up in the employee records. She watches the exchange between the sailor and First Mate with interest and curiosity. The over the shoulder glance is also noted though the Captain does not call it into question just now. An addendum is added to the mental note to discuss it.
"Mr. Merrisol. GOod evening." She smiles at the brightness of his eyes though does not uncurl her arms from her knees, "Yes. Thank you. The harbormaster sent a runner for signature a few hours ago. Everything looked to be in order. Jacen's man stopped by with a request to take care of his run in the morning, so we will be shipping out again at first tide. I would like to get that out of the way as soon as possible." She does not ask about those hours spent away from the ship, though surely curiosity rests within. Not her business, really.
Following his gaze upward, Maggie looks up and up into the arch of night, her gaze reflecting the diamond-chip glimmer of those stars. The look does not linger, for she has been looking at them for a while now. Rather, her eyes slowly fall from the heights and sneek occasional peeks at him from where she sits. Slowly, one hand releases its hold on her calf and she reaches into a pocket of her jacket. Drawing out a small box, she offers it wordlessly to the man beside her.
Yvonne has connected.
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Ruben has connected.
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Main Character: Merrisol (#7005) Approved 01 Jan 13
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
Force: 6 of Wands | Focus: 0
Grace: 4 of Cups | Points: 96 / 114
Wits: 5 of Swords | Next focus: Thu Feb 21 13:30:33 2013
Resolve: 7 of Pentacles | Next point: Sat Feb 23 11:03:10 2013
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
Blood | Lore Alias Lore Name Lvl
BLD-RE Blood of Rebma 5 | AL-Amber Amber 1
------------------------------------+ AO-Romance Romance 1
Passions | GL-Begma Begma 4
PAS-DE Determined 10 | GL-GC Golden Circle 2
------------------------------------+ GL-Rebma Rebma 1
Physical | UP-Fight Weapons Mastery 1
PHY-TG Tough 5 | UP-Military Military Training 4
PHY-ST Strong 10 | UP-Physical Physical Training 5
------------------------------------+
Styles |
STY-CC Close Call 5 |
STY-SW Swashbuckler 10 |
STY-OR Organized 10 |
STY-PI Pirate 10 |
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
[Public] Lorana says, "So I'm home, and it suddenly occurs to me that I do about the same amount of sitting around as I did in the hospital. Spurts of activity here and there, such, but mostly sitting."
[Public] Lorana says, "*sure, not such"
[Public] Benedict says, "Take up extreme sneezing."
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
whisper
The whisper command allows you to privately send a message to yourself, one or more other people in the room with you, or places. You can freely mix these in any fashion that you'd like. A target can be:
*
Everyone that you whisper to will know who else was whispered to. However, no one in the room at large sees/hears anything.
Shao has connected.
[Public] Lorana says, "I'll pass. Extreme coughing was bad enough."
[Public] Benedict says, "Wise."
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
Shao pages: You know, mundane weapons have their advantages.
You paged Shao with 'They do! They can be broken or cast aside without the wielder becoming blinded by tears.'.
Maggie has disconnected.
Shao pages: They also cannot be sensed by most gift, because they have no aura. Any character can obtain any mundane item, just write a token for it and it will work in Amber, unless powered on explosions/pressure.
Long distance to Shao: Merrisol nodnods.
Shao pages: Just saying, nets, whips and bolas are under-rated.
Shao pages: Also, in shadows? Molotov cocktails work perfectly.
Maggie has connected.
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'I don't know if you got the whisper before you discoed.'.
From afar, Maggie scrolls up to check.
Maggie pages: Nope. :(
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
Maggie pages: Nope. I'm good with it being more private. :)
**** 1 failed connect since your last successful connect. ****
Most recent attempt was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 14:17:54 2013.
Last connect was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 05:59:07 2013.
--[ Main Deck(#7167RJ) ]-------------------------------------[ Shipboard ]----
The deck stretches forward to the Forcastle and aft through the gun
deck, quarter deck to the poop deck. Starboard to port, she boasts
harnasses for a total of twelve large crossbows, six to a side. These
can be fastened into place and winch-cocked by the turn of a crank.
The bolts they fire are as long as a man is tall. These can be stored
in sealed metal tubes set into the deck beside each station. Fore,
midships and aft are sturdy frames to hold ballista with metal tubs
for the shot. The deck is oiled and sealed, the wood glowing softly in
the sunlight. Metal and glass gleam and sparkle. Both the foremast and
mizzen rise above the deck, strong and true. The sails, square rigged
on the foremast and fore-and-aft on the mizzen are crisp, and sturdy.
A square flag is flown above the forecastle, the field is green and a
single auburn and gold flame dances in the center.
Maggie, Merrisol, Ruben, Shao, and Yvonne are here.
Down
--[ places ]--------------------------------------------------[ Exits: D ]----
RPG: The flagpole has 4 new attached tokens.
RPG: There is no new gossip available.
RPG: No new public packets available.
RPG: No new queued messages are visible to you.
No messages match that criterion (unread).
Bulletin Boards: You have no unread messages.
You do not have unread mail (52 messages remain).
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<OOC> Maggie waves.
<OOC> Maggie sets, unless you are slipping by?
<OOC> Merrisol nopes, came for the Maggieness.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Yay!"
Unlike some of the Shadows traversed on the return trip from Aegis to Amber, the sky above is a normal, every night ebony. The stars that spangle her expanse are glitteringly bright, ranging in color from the standard pale blue to pure white. A light breeze carries a hint of spray into the air and across the deck, the cold turning it to skittering ice before it pushes the crystals over the other side and into the water below. Maggie is sitting on the winch housing, perched with her arms wrapped about her knees and her hair ruffled by the breeze. Some of the ice crystals have become caught in the auburn net of her hair, glittering and sparkling in faint mimicry of the stars above.
[Public] Dirk says, "Hello?"
[Public] Dirk Steals vialle.
[Public] Portia says, "Sorry, I was playing Skyrim with the kid. Because it's totes appropriate for her age"
[Public] Eidran says, "You need to start 'em young if you want them dragonslaying."
[Public] Portia says, "She's killed a couple packs of wolves, some spiders, a few bandits...for 3 that's not bad considering I forgot to put it on easy"
[Public] Vialle says, "Hey, Dirk."
[Public] Vialle says, "Eep."
[Public] Dirk grins and hides Vialle. She's my favourite Aunt except for Aunt Flora.\
[Public] Liyandra wavies.
[Public] Liyandra sorries - was making lunch.
[Public] Random slaughters Dirk. And anyone standing within a mile radius.
[Public] Raphaela says, "lo"
[Public] Portia loves Random slaughter. And random slaughter
[Public] Dirk says, "Sorry Vialle Random slaughtered you."
[Public] Vialle laughs, "Oh, no... I just mirror jumped."
[Public] Vialle says, "Back later. Work is feeling ignored and that is never a good thing. See you!"
One of the crew on night watch walks by quietly in his deck clogs, an able seaman with impressive sealegs, at one with the sway and rise of the ship. A lucky find amongst a long list of candidates, or a man specifically seeing his way on board the Wave Dancer, confident of his hire? The questions put forth during the interview process invariably return standard responses within acceptable parameters, ringing no bells one way or the other. Only time and the sea's testing would eventually sort and reveal the true mettle of everyone aboard, including the officers themselves.
The skilled crew member pauses by the port rail to return the hail of one coming along the pier. He lets down the folded gangway shortly afterwards and Kerf comes back aboard after a few hours away after dinner in the mess. After delivering a brief report of non-eventful happenings, the sailor is left to bar access to the ship once more, while his superior, perhaps in title only judging by the shipmate's over-shoulder glance, strolls across the deck to the cargo hatch and winch housing. "Captain Flame.. good evening." Kerf's eyes are bright from the long walk back to the docks as well as being on the last hurrahs of energy at the end of a long day. Those reserves are ever the most unpredictable for him, and the potential for strangeness, impulse, and even hilarity has been well-proven over the weeks.
"I've secured our permits with the harbormaster and set up some new appointments for trade tomorrow." But barring a sudden last-minute rush of business at the office, it wouldn't take hours to fill out paperwork for the borderline prohibited substances held securely on the ship, nor checking off boxes at the receivers. But he doesn't offer anything else, instead lingering by the winch himself, turning his face upwards a little to contemplate the stars and occasionally viewing her own crystalline stars obliquely, charting a silent course by their points.
Taking note of the crewman's manner and easy adaptation, Maggie makes a mental note to look him up in the employee records. She watches the exchange between the sailor and First Mate with interest and curiosity. The over the shoulder glance is also noted though the Captain does not call it into question just now. An addendum is added to the mental note to discuss it.
"Mr. Merrisol. GOod evening." She smiles at the brightness of his eyes though does not uncurl her arms from her knees, "Yes. Thank you. The harbormaster sent a runner for signature a few hours ago. Everything looked to be in order. Jacen's man stopped by with a request to take care of his run in the morning, so we will be shipping out again at first tide. I would like to get that out of the way as soon as possible." She does not ask about those hours spent away from the ship, though surely curiosity rests within. Not her business, really.
Following his gaze upward, Maggie looks up and up into the arch of night, her gaze reflecting the diamond-chip glimmer of those stars. The look does not linger, for she has been looking at them for a while now. Rather, her eyes slowly fall from the heights and sneek occasional peeks at him from where she sits. Slowly, one hand releases its hold on her calf and she reaches into a pocket of her jacket. Drawing out a small box, she offers it wordlessly to the man beside her.
Yvonne has connected.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Glad you got power back, Maggie."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks. :D"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Hey there Yvy. :)"
<OOC> Yvonne waves! "Hey...I haven't lost power yet this winter, a happy think, but sure to come around in some other way."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "fyi, We are back in port. The codger is shuffled back off to his precious underwater retirement residence. :D"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Codger?"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oh, Martin. ;)"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Why does he play crotchety old men so well? A question for the ages."
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Did you decide to rehabilitate the two thugs? Well, the grouchy healer, he probably didn't go in for sugar plum fairies, octopus gardens, and the other 'grocery' list shopping we did on the trip."
<OOC> Merrisol didn't ask Maggie about it this time around, maybe if he runs into them again next time.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "I think he's learned to make his NPCs here crotchety because when he made them nice there were people that wanted them to solve the plot. :)"
<OOC> Merrisol laughs, ah good point.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Heee. Always a concern. ;)"
<OOC> Merrisol makes a point to IC ask Martin to come over to Aegis and fix everything.
<OOC> Yvonne laughs, "Martin's player's done a lot of plot herding. Hah.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "What's wrong with Aegis a little bleach can't fix? I thought you might take Salmoneus a shipment of bleach as his next 'get rich' idea? :)"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Maggie says, "That's a great idea! Market it as 'It'll kill what ales ya' magic powder or liquid."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Er. Ailes."
<OOC> Merrisol was leaning more along the lines of lighter fluid, but... yeah, that sounds better.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Hehehe."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Captain Flame's Flame-Rite!(tm)"
<OOC> Maggie says, "LOL"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Pour it on. Light it up. Run like hell."
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Merrisol glees unmanfully.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Okay, that's what we're doing."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "The olive oil wine gets repackaged into molotovs."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Nuke the site from orbit. Only way to be sure."
<OOC> Maggie nods, "Organize the work detail, Mr. Merrisol. We'll be returning to Aegis in the wee hours. That way, we have a semi-solid alibi when we hove into Minos to deal with Jacen's cargo run."
<OOC> Yvonne laughs, "Good thing the shadow is half underwater."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Caine will go along with it."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "He'll bring his fiddle."
<OOC> Maggie nods, "Hey! We might become his favorite ship full of miscreants. For a time, anyway."
Ruben has connected.
<OOC> Maggie waves, "Hey, Ruben." :D
<OOC> Ruben says, "That's a funny +mail"
<OOC> Maggie bows. :D
<OOC> Ruben says, "I think 90 of what happened after you dropped was OOC"
<OOC> Ruben says, "90"
<OOC> Ruben says, "90%"
<OOC> Ruben learns he has to escape the % symbol
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks, Ruben. :D"
<OOC> Yvonne grumps, "Need more focus, never enough. :)"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "There's a way to transfer focus from one person to another, isn't there?"
<OOC> Maggie says, "I think that some things allow for it, but not everything. But, I am not positive."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "I have, like.. 1! :D"
<OOC> Yvonne laughs. :)
<OOC> Maggie can donate. ;)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Also: Hi Ruben. :)"
Main Character: Merrisol (#7005) Approved 01 Jan 13
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
Force: 6 of Wands | Focus: 0
Grace: 4 of Cups | Points: 96 / 114
Wits: 5 of Swords | Next focus: Thu Feb 21 13:30:33 2013
Resolve: 7 of Pentacles | Next point: Sat Feb 23 11:03:10 2013
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
Blood | Lore Alias Lore Name Lvl
BLD-RE Blood of Rebma 5 | AL-Amber Amber 1
------------------------------------+ AO-Romance Romance 1
Passions | GL-Begma Begma 4
PAS-DE Determined 10 | GL-GC Golden Circle 2
------------------------------------+ GL-Rebma Rebma 1
Physical | UP-Fight Weapons Mastery 1
PHY-TG Tough 5 | UP-Military Military Training 4
PHY-ST Strong 10 | UP-Physical Physical Training 5
------------------------------------+
Styles |
STY-CC Close Call 5 |
STY-SW Swashbuckler 10 |
STY-OR Organized 10 |
STY-PI Pirate 10 |
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
[Public] Lorana says, "So I'm home, and it suddenly occurs to me that I do about the same amount of sitting around as I did in the hospital. Spurts of activity here and there, such, but mostly sitting."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Okay. How do I see lores that are bu... Hrm..."
[Public] Lorana says, "*sure, not such"
<OOC> Ruben says, "To my understanding only token gifts with the donate flag allow others to pay the focus"
<OOC> Ruben says, "also, rechargeable tokens can be recharged by the holder"
<OOC> Ruben says, "I think"
<OOC> Yvonne nods, "It makes sense that it'd take 'time' to make trumps...can't be 'trump factory'...it's just slow. :)
<OOC> Maggie nodnods. :D
[Public] Benedict says, "Take up extreme sneezing."
<OOC> Maggie runs to a meeting. Back in an hour.
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
whisper <target list> = <message>
The whisper command allows you to privately send a message to yourself, one or more other people in the room with you, or places. You can freely mix these in any fashion that you'd like. A target can be:
<name>: The name of a player in your room.
<number>: The number of a place in your room.
*<name>: The place that a player in your room is at.
Everyone that you whisper to will know who else was whispered to. However, no one in the room at large sees/hears anything.
<OOC> Yvonne waves.
Shao has connected.
<OOC> Shao waves
[Public] Lorana says, "I'll pass. Extreme coughing was bad enough."
[Public] Benedict says, "Wise."
<OOC> Ruben waves
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Shao! We made it through amber so there should be plenty of new strange grocery additions. :)"
<OOC> Shao says, "Yay!"
<OOC> Shao says, "How is everyone doing?"
<OOC> Yvonne needs coffee.
<OOC> Shao too.
<OOC> Ruben says, "Doing ok, busy, but ok."
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Hey Shao."
<OOC> Shao says, "Hello!"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "We're going back to Thyasis by way of Minos, and nuking the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. Questions?"
<OOC> Shao says, "Yes. How do you like your tea?"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "With a hint of napalm."
<OOC> Shao says, "I'll have to ask Cyndre about na-palm oil."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "I suspect I will be without Cyndrey weaponry on the weekend."
<OOC> Shao says, "How so? I remember the weaponry being delivered?"
<OOC> Merrisol should have left the mold on his sword tip. Plague Blade!
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Cyndre said she didn't have Merri's ready."
<OOC> Shao says, "Nng :("
<OOC> Merrisol says, "That's okay, I'll wear my speedos of invulnerability."
Shao pages: You know, mundane weapons have their advantages.
You paged Shao with 'They do! They can be broken or cast aside without the wielder becoming blinded by tears.'.
Maggie has disconnected.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "She fainted. :("
Shao pages: They also cannot be sensed by most gift, because they have no aura. Any character can obtain any mundane item, just write a token for it and it will work in Amber, unless powered on explosions/pressure.
Long distance to Shao: Merrisol nodnods.
Shao pages: Just saying, nets, whips and bolas are under-rated.
Shao pages: Also, in shadows? Molotov cocktails work perfectly.
<OOC> Yvonne did.
<OOC> Yvonne needs speedos of invulnerability.
<OOC> Shao says, "How about a dreamthrower?"
Maggie has connected.
<OOC> Shao says, "You point and shoot, victim experiences a shift in its perceived color spectrum."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Ow.. ocular migraine."
<OOC> Shao says, "Welcome back Maggie!"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks."
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'I don't know if you got the whisper before you discoed.'.
From afar, Maggie scrolls up to check.
Maggie pages: Nope. :(
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
Maggie pages: Nope. I'm good with it being more private. :)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "BRB, switching puters."
**** 1 failed connect since your last successful connect. ****
Most recent attempt was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 14:17:54 2013.
Last connect was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 05:59:07 2013.
--[ Main Deck(#7167RJ) ]-------------------------------------[ Shipboard ]----
The deck stretches forward to the Forcastle and aft through the gun
deck, quarter deck to the poop deck. Starboard to port, she boasts
harnasses for a total of twelve large crossbows, six to a side. These
can be fastened into place and winch-cocked by the turn of a crank.
The bolts they fire are as long as a man is tall. These can be stored
in sealed metal tubes set into the deck beside each station. Fore,
midships and aft are sturdy frames to hold ballista with metal tubs
for the shot. The deck is oiled and sealed, the wood glowing softly in
the sunlight. Metal and glass gleam and sparkle. Both the foremast and
mizzen rise above the deck, strong and true. The sails, square rigged
on the foremast and fore-and-aft on the mizzen are crisp, and sturdy.
A square flag is flown above the forecastle, the field is green and a
single auburn and gold flame dances in the center.
Maggie, Merrisol, Ruben, Shao, and Yvonne are here.
Down <D> --> Below Deck
--[ places ]--------------------------------------------------[ Exits: D ]----
RPG: The flagpole has 4 new attached tokens.
RPG: There is no new gossip available.
RPG: No new public packets available.
RPG: No new queued messages are visible to you.
No messages match that criterion (unread).
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<OOC> Shao says, "Welcome back Merri."
<OOC> Shao needs to idle a bit.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "My dreams were my ticket back."
<OOC> Ruben flops, drained.
<OOC> Merrisol <_<
Shao walks towards the way down.
Shao has left.
<OOC> Ruben says, "Homework was rough. :D"
<OOC> Merrisol ohs? Try me!
<OOC> Merrisol gives up immediately, whatever it is.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Homework allergy."
<OOC> Ruben says, "It's not help-able by normal means."
Privately, to Merrisol, Maggie says, "Although the memory of laughter shared after a rousing bout of eye-tag is a treasured one, that is not the aim this night. Recognizing that Minos is not a favored destination, Maggie does offer a measure of understanding and holds a touch of trepidation for her as well, though undoubtedly for different reasons. The shifts in the way the scant light falls across his face and throat, hair and shoulders is noted and she draws in a long, slow breath. The evidence of that attempt at control is clear when she releases its comfort in a softly wavering cloud of condensation that whisps away on the chill air. Longing tears at her resolve to show as much control as he, if for courtesies sake if not for sanity.
The box is made of a fine, dark wood more the color of a hazelnut than pine. It has no mark on the top, though there is a jeweler's logo on the inside cover. Lying on a black velvet cushion is an enameled lapel pin. The background is a dark green. Above the center a styalized flame dances in gold and crimson. Below the flame sits a pair of crossed cutlasses done in ebony and platinum.
Maggie watches as the pin is exposed to the silvery glint of starlight and the swinging, wavering flame from a nearby lantern. Looking up again, she refocuses on the lights on the shore."
<OOC> Ruben says, "I'll show you a pic if you want a brain melt."
<OOC> Merrisol nods, okay
<OOC> Maggie quirks a brow?
<OOC> Ruben says, "whats a good way do do a pic?"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Jpeg on photobucket or equivalent? Not sure I understand the Q"
Locations Players
Sorgo Gardens (#1259RJh0/Raphaela) Geoffrey
Ciaran's Room - Rebman Embassy Ciaran
Dvaraka - Tanus Benedict Dirk Liyandra
Haunted Forest - Deep Arden Myrddyn
First Floor - Quaint Townhouse (#2978RJ/Emma) Emma
Starchaser (#3134RJ/John) John
Main Deck - The Storm Witch Isana
Demiplane of Contemplation Eidran
The Towers of Dusk and Dawn - Black Road (#507 Jira Mordred
Liam's Suite (#5448RJ/Liam) Liam
Inn of the Black Goat - Banyan Portia
House de Sorgo Quinlan Raphaela
Wandering Duchess (#7099RJ/Catriona) Catriona
Main Deck - Wave Dancer (#7167RJ/Maggie) Maggie Merrisol Ruben
Yvonne
Captain's Cabin - The Gamera Cyndre
Cook's Cell - Wave Dancer Shao
Cavern of the Archetypes Mab
__Unfindable__ Julian
<OOC> Maggie says, "Or... what's that online artist's community?"
<OOC> Maggie shrugs.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oh, deviant art or something like that."
<OOC> Ruben says, "http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a592/Inviktus99/20130220_093120_zps6a77c844.jpg"
<OOC> Ruben had to sign up for an account first
<OOC> Ruben finally sees where Merri gave up on the second line aleady. laughs.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oooh."
<OOC> Ruben attributes the silence to mass brain-meltings.
<OOC> Maggie says, "That is pretty melty, yes."
<OOC> Maggie says, "But, there was also a spat of work needing attention."
<OOC> Yvonne needs more coffee.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oooh, coffee."
<OOC> Yvonne says, "C is for COFFEE. Yes."
<OOC> Ruben considers warm, tasty coffee, vs the need to actually get up and make it.
<OOC> Merrisol looks, and does give up on the second line there, too. Symmetrical stupidity achieved!
<OOC> Ruben gives Merri a honest try hug.
<OOC> Maggie ducks downstairs for a few.
Maggie walks towards the way down.
Maggie has left.
Yvonne has disconnected.
Ruben has disconnected.
Ruben has connected.
On the ship, Ruben disembarks.
Ruben has left.
Yvonne has connected.
<OOC> Yvonne kicks the computer. "All my programs froze, not a happy thing."
<OOC> Merrisol has learned to hit save often, the hard way.
<OOC> Yvonne sighs, "Good plan!"
To (Shao, Merrisol), Maggie pages: How do I give a token, please?
To (Maggie, Merrisol), Shao pages: +token/give <token> to <player>
RPG: Maggie gives token dhw with the title 'Wave Dancer's First Mate' to you.
From afar, Maggie cheats and sends it after the whispered fact. *eyeshift*
-------------------------------------------------------------------[ DHW ]----
Author: Maggie Held By: Merrisol
Date: Thu Feb 21 15:58:21 2013 Focus: 0
Title: Wave Dancer's First Mate
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Token Description
This lapel pin signifies that the wearer is the First Mate aboard the Wave Dancer, serving under Captain Flame. The bearer is to be afforded all the privledges and courtesy this rank is entitled to. It is made of finely enamaled metal. The background is a dark emerald green that glitters softly in the light. Just above the center is a dancing flame done in shimmering gold and crimson. Beneath the flame rests a pair of crossed cutlasses done in ebony and platinum.
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Long distance to Maggie: Merrisol beams and eyeshimmers!
From afar, Maggie grins, "Glad you like it."
[Public] Raphaela says, "nightight"
[Public] Harper says, "Night. :D"
Yvonne has disconnected.
[Public] Liv says, "I wish they would turn on the friggin heat here. x.x"
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<OOC> Maggie waves.
<OOC> Maggie sets, unless you are slipping by?
<OOC> Merrisol nopes, came for the Maggieness.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Yay!"
Unlike some of the Shadows traversed on the return trip from Aegis to Amber, the sky above is a normal, every night ebony. The stars that spangle her expanse are glitteringly bright, ranging in color from the standard pale blue to pure white. A light breeze carries a hint of spray into the air and across the deck, the cold turning it to skittering ice before it pushes the crystals over the other side and into the water below. Maggie is sitting on the winch housing, perched with her arms wrapped about her knees and her hair ruffled by the breeze. Some of the ice crystals have become caught in the auburn net of her hair, glittering and sparkling in faint mimicry of the stars above.
[Public] Dirk says, "Hello?"
[Public] Dirk Steals vialle.
[Public] Portia says, "Sorry, I was playing Skyrim with the kid. Because it's totes appropriate for her age"
[Public] Eidran says, "You need to start 'em young if you want them dragonslaying."
[Public] Portia says, "She's killed a couple packs of wolves, some spiders, a few bandits...for 3 that's not bad considering I forgot to put it on easy"
[Public] Vialle says, "Hey, Dirk."
[Public] Vialle says, "Eep."
[Public] Dirk grins and hides Vialle. She's my favourite Aunt except for Aunt Flora.\
[Public] Liyandra wavies.
[Public] Liyandra sorries - was making lunch.
[Public] Random slaughters Dirk. And anyone standing within a mile radius.
[Public] Raphaela says, "lo"
[Public] Portia loves Random slaughter. And random slaughter
[Public] Dirk says, "Sorry Vialle Random slaughtered you."
[Public] Vialle laughs, "Oh, no... I just mirror jumped."
[Public] Vialle says, "Back later. Work is feeling ignored and that is never a good thing. See you!"
One of the crew on night watch walks by quietly in his deck clogs, an able seaman with impressive sealegs, at one with the sway and rise of the ship. A lucky find amongst a long list of candidates, or a man specifically seeing his way on board the Wave Dancer, confident of his hire? The questions put forth during the interview process invariably return standard responses within acceptable parameters, ringing no bells one way or the other. Only time and the sea's testing would eventually sort and reveal the true mettle of everyone aboard, including the officers themselves.
The skilled crew member pauses by the port rail to return the hail of one coming along the pier. He lets down the folded gangway shortly afterwards and Kerf comes back aboard after a few hours away after dinner in the mess. After delivering a brief report of non-eventful happenings, the sailor is left to bar access to the ship once more, while his superior, perhaps in title only judging by the shipmate's over-shoulder glance, strolls across the deck to the cargo hatch and winch housing. "Captain Flame.. good evening." Kerf's eyes are bright from the long walk back to the docks as well as being on the last hurrahs of energy at the end of a long day. Those reserves are ever the most unpredictable for him, and the potential for strangeness, impulse, and even hilarity has been well-proven over the weeks.
"I've secured our permits with the harbormaster and set up some new appointments for trade tomorrow." But barring a sudden last-minute rush of business at the office, it wouldn't take hours to fill out paperwork for the borderline prohibited substances held securely on the ship, nor checking off boxes at the receivers. But he doesn't offer anything else, instead lingering by the winch himself, turning his face upwards a little to contemplate the stars and occasionally viewing her own crystalline stars obliquely, charting a silent course by their points.
Taking note of the crewman's manner and easy adaptation, Maggie makes a mental note to look him up in the employee records. She watches the exchange between the sailor and First Mate with interest and curiosity. The over the shoulder glance is also noted though the Captain does not call it into question just now. An addendum is added to the mental note to discuss it.
"Mr. Merrisol. GOod evening." She smiles at the brightness of his eyes though does not uncurl her arms from her knees, "Yes. Thank you. The harbormaster sent a runner for signature a few hours ago. Everything looked to be in order. Jacen's man stopped by with a request to take care of his run in the morning, so we will be shipping out again at first tide. I would like to get that out of the way as soon as possible." She does not ask about those hours spent away from the ship, though surely curiosity rests within. Not her business, really.
Following his gaze upward, Maggie looks up and up into the arch of night, her gaze reflecting the diamond-chip glimmer of those stars. The look does not linger, for she has been looking at them for a while now. Rather, her eyes slowly fall from the heights and sneek occasional peeks at him from where she sits. Slowly, one hand releases its hold on her calf and she reaches into a pocket of her jacket. Drawing out a small box, she offers it wordlessly to the man beside her.
Yvonne has connected.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Glad you got power back, Maggie."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks. :D"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Hey there Yvy. :)"
<OOC> Yvonne waves! "Hey...I haven't lost power yet this winter, a happy think, but sure to come around in some other way."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "fyi, We are back in port. The codger is shuffled back off to his precious underwater retirement residence. :D"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Codger?"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oh, Martin. ;)"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Why does he play crotchety old men so well? A question for the ages."
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Did you decide to rehabilitate the two thugs? Well, the grouchy healer, he probably didn't go in for sugar plum fairies, octopus gardens, and the other 'grocery' list shopping we did on the trip."
<OOC> Merrisol didn't ask Maggie about it this time around, maybe if he runs into them again next time.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "I think he's learned to make his NPCs here crotchety because when he made them nice there were people that wanted them to solve the plot. :)"
<OOC> Merrisol laughs, ah good point.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Heee. Always a concern. ;)"
<OOC> Merrisol makes a point to IC ask Martin to come over to Aegis and fix everything.
<OOC> Yvonne laughs, "Martin's player's done a lot of plot herding. Hah.
<OOC> Yvonne says, "What's wrong with Aegis a little bleach can't fix? I thought you might take Salmoneus a shipment of bleach as his next 'get rich' idea? :)"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Maggie says, "That's a great idea! Market it as 'It'll kill what ales ya' magic powder or liquid."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Er. Ailes."
<OOC> Merrisol was leaning more along the lines of lighter fluid, but... yeah, that sounds better.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Hehehe."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Captain Flame's Flame-Rite!(tm)"
<OOC> Maggie says, "LOL"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Pour it on. Light it up. Run like hell."
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Merrisol glees unmanfully.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Okay, that's what we're doing."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "The olive oil wine gets repackaged into molotovs."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Nuke the site from orbit. Only way to be sure."
<OOC> Maggie nods, "Organize the work detail, Mr. Merrisol. We'll be returning to Aegis in the wee hours. That way, we have a semi-solid alibi when we hove into Minos to deal with Jacen's cargo run."
<OOC> Yvonne laughs, "Good thing the shadow is half underwater."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Caine will go along with it."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "He'll bring his fiddle."
<OOC> Maggie nods, "Hey! We might become his favorite ship full of miscreants. For a time, anyway."
Ruben has connected.
<OOC> Maggie waves, "Hey, Ruben." :D
<OOC> Ruben says, "That's a funny +mail"
<OOC> Maggie bows. :D
<OOC> Ruben says, "I think 90 of what happened after you dropped was OOC"
<OOC> Ruben says, "90"
<OOC> Ruben says, "90%"
<OOC> Ruben learns he has to escape the % symbol
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks, Ruben. :D"
<OOC> Yvonne grumps, "Need more focus, never enough. :)"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "There's a way to transfer focus from one person to another, isn't there?"
<OOC> Maggie says, "I think that some things allow for it, but not everything. But, I am not positive."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "I have, like.. 1! :D"
<OOC> Yvonne laughs. :)
<OOC> Maggie can donate. ;)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Also: Hi Ruben. :)"
Main Character: Merrisol (#7005) Approved 01 Jan 13
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Force: 6 of Wands | Focus: 0
Grace: 4 of Cups | Points: 96 / 114
Wits: 5 of Swords | Next focus: Thu Feb 21 13:30:33 2013
Resolve: 7 of Pentacles | Next point: Sat Feb 23 11:03:10 2013
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Blood | Lore Alias Lore Name Lvl
BLD-RE Blood of Rebma 5 | AL-Amber Amber 1
------------------------------------+ AO-Romance Romance 1
Passions | GL-Begma Begma 4
PAS-DE Determined 10 | GL-GC Golden Circle 2
------------------------------------+ GL-Rebma Rebma 1
Physical | UP-Fight Weapons Mastery 1
PHY-TG Tough 5 | UP-Military Military Training 4
PHY-ST Strong 10 | UP-Physical Physical Training 5
------------------------------------+
Styles |
STY-CC Close Call 5 |
STY-SW Swashbuckler 10 |
STY-OR Organized 10 |
STY-PI Pirate 10 |
------------------------------------+-----------------------------------------
[Public] Lorana says, "So I'm home, and it suddenly occurs to me that I do about the same amount of sitting around as I did in the hospital. Spurts of activity here and there, such, but mostly sitting."
<OOC> Maggie says, "Okay. How do I see lores that are bu... Hrm..."
[Public] Lorana says, "*sure, not such"
<OOC> Ruben says, "To my understanding only token gifts with the donate flag allow others to pay the focus"
<OOC> Ruben says, "also, rechargeable tokens can be recharged by the holder"
<OOC> Ruben says, "I think"
<OOC> Yvonne nods, "It makes sense that it'd take 'time' to make trumps...can't be 'trump factory'...it's just slow. :)
<OOC> Maggie nodnods. :D
[Public] Benedict says, "Take up extreme sneezing."
<OOC> Maggie runs to a meeting. Back in an hour.
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
whisper <target list> = <message>
The whisper command allows you to privately send a message to yourself, one or more other people in the room with you, or places. You can freely mix these in any fashion that you'd like. A target can be:
<name>: The name of a player in your room.
<number>: The number of a place in your room.
*<name>: The place that a player in your room is at.
Everyone that you whisper to will know who else was whispered to. However, no one in the room at large sees/hears anything.
<OOC> Yvonne waves.
Shao has connected.
<OOC> Shao waves
[Public] Lorana says, "I'll pass. Extreme coughing was bad enough."
[Public] Benedict says, "Wise."
<OOC> Ruben waves
<OOC> Yvonne says, "Shao! We made it through amber so there should be plenty of new strange grocery additions. :)"
<OOC> Shao says, "Yay!"
<OOC> Shao says, "How is everyone doing?"
<OOC> Yvonne needs coffee.
<OOC> Shao too.
<OOC> Ruben says, "Doing ok, busy, but ok."
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Hey Shao."
<OOC> Shao says, "Hello!"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "We're going back to Thyasis by way of Minos, and nuking the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. Questions?"
<OOC> Shao says, "Yes. How do you like your tea?"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "With a hint of napalm."
<OOC> Shao says, "I'll have to ask Cyndre about na-palm oil."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "I suspect I will be without Cyndrey weaponry on the weekend."
<OOC> Shao says, "How so? I remember the weaponry being delivered?"
<OOC> Merrisol should have left the mold on his sword tip. Plague Blade!
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Cyndre said she didn't have Merri's ready."
<OOC> Shao says, "Nng :("
<OOC> Merrisol says, "That's okay, I'll wear my speedos of invulnerability."
Shao pages: You know, mundane weapons have their advantages.
You paged Shao with 'They do! They can be broken or cast aside without the wielder becoming blinded by tears.'.
Maggie has disconnected.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "She fainted. :("
Shao pages: They also cannot be sensed by most gift, because they have no aura. Any character can obtain any mundane item, just write a token for it and it will work in Amber, unless powered on explosions/pressure.
Long distance to Shao: Merrisol nodnods.
Shao pages: Just saying, nets, whips and bolas are under-rated.
Shao pages: Also, in shadows? Molotov cocktails work perfectly.
<OOC> Yvonne did.
<OOC> Yvonne needs speedos of invulnerability.
<OOC> Shao says, "How about a dreamthrower?"
Maggie has connected.
<OOC> Shao says, "You point and shoot, victim experiences a shift in its perceived color spectrum."
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Ow.. ocular migraine."
<OOC> Shao says, "Welcome back Maggie!"
<OOC> Maggie says, "Thanks."
Idle message from Maggie: Meetings.
You paged Maggie with 'I don't know if you got the whisper before you discoed.'.
From afar, Maggie scrolls up to check.
Maggie pages: Nope. :(
Privately, to Maggie, Merrisol resumes stargazing. This time around, the eye-tag doesn't score any direct hits, the timing off, unlucky, or perhaps, just one of those random things. Nodding to the update on Jacen's business concern, Kerf's gaze falls to reflect an inward shift, reorganizing the mental agenda to fit in a sea voyage, which tends to shuffle city dealings around significantly. That doesn't trouble him, although the thought of Minos as a destination never fails to strike a nerve, however subtle. Distracted as he is by these things, slow and quiet as her movements are, the minute shift of light patterns along his face, hair, throat, indicates he is vigilant in her presence, and aware of more than just shimmering ice drops in hair. Longing has sharpened his senses.
The box registers no recognition within his glance, and he gives her his sidelong question with his eyes as his hand comes out from behind his back to take the offering in his palm. As casually as if she had just handed him a purchase order for a box of size 02 wingnuts, he holds the box up for inspection, then brings up his other hand to lift the cover. His head bows down as he studies the contents.
You paged Maggie with 'Too much private narration for public consumption atm. The scene can proceed more public-style though if you want. :)'.
Maggie pages: Nope. I'm good with it being more private. :)
<OOC> Merrisol says, "BRB, switching puters."
**** 1 failed connect since your last successful connect. ****
Most recent attempt was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 14:17:54 2013.
Last connect was from 99.224.157.17 on Thu Feb 21 05:59:07 2013.
--[ Main Deck(#7167RJ) ]-------------------------------------[ Shipboard ]----
The deck stretches forward to the Forcastle and aft through the gun
deck, quarter deck to the poop deck. Starboard to port, she boasts
harnasses for a total of twelve large crossbows, six to a side. These
can be fastened into place and winch-cocked by the turn of a crank.
The bolts they fire are as long as a man is tall. These can be stored
in sealed metal tubes set into the deck beside each station. Fore,
midships and aft are sturdy frames to hold ballista with metal tubs
for the shot. The deck is oiled and sealed, the wood glowing softly in
the sunlight. Metal and glass gleam and sparkle. Both the foremast and
mizzen rise above the deck, strong and true. The sails, square rigged
on the foremast and fore-and-aft on the mizzen are crisp, and sturdy.
A square flag is flown above the forecastle, the field is green and a
single auburn and gold flame dances in the center.
Maggie, Merrisol, Ruben, Shao, and Yvonne are here.
Down <D> --> Below Deck
--[ places ]--------------------------------------------------[ Exits: D ]----
RPG: The flagpole has 4 new attached tokens.
RPG: There is no new gossip available.
RPG: No new public packets available.
RPG: No new queued messages are visible to you.
No messages match that criterion (unread).
Bulletin Boards: You have no unread messages.
You do not have unread mail (52 messages remain).
<OOC> Shao says, "Welcome back Merri."
<OOC> Shao needs to idle a bit.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "My dreams were my ticket back."
<OOC> Ruben flops, drained.
<OOC> Merrisol <_<
Shao walks towards the way down.
Shao has left.
<OOC> Ruben says, "Homework was rough. :D"
<OOC> Merrisol ohs? Try me!
<OOC> Merrisol gives up immediately, whatever it is.
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Homework allergy."
<OOC> Ruben says, "It's not help-able by normal means."
Privately, to Merrisol, Maggie says, "Although the memory of laughter shared after a rousing bout of eye-tag is a treasured one, that is not the aim this night. Recognizing that Minos is not a favored destination, Maggie does offer a measure of understanding and holds a touch of trepidation for her as well, though undoubtedly for different reasons. The shifts in the way the scant light falls across his face and throat, hair and shoulders is noted and she draws in a long, slow breath. The evidence of that attempt at control is clear when she releases its comfort in a softly wavering cloud of condensation that whisps away on the chill air. Longing tears at her resolve to show as much control as he, if for courtesies sake if not for sanity.
The box is made of a fine, dark wood more the color of a hazelnut than pine. It has no mark on the top, though there is a jeweler's logo on the inside cover. Lying on a black velvet cushion is an enameled lapel pin. The background is a dark green. Above the center a styalized flame dances in gold and crimson. Below the flame sits a pair of crossed cutlasses done in ebony and platinum.
Maggie watches as the pin is exposed to the silvery glint of starlight and the swinging, wavering flame from a nearby lantern. Looking up again, she refocuses on the lights on the shore."
<OOC> Ruben says, "I'll show you a pic if you want a brain melt."
<OOC> Merrisol nods, okay
<OOC> Maggie quirks a brow?
<OOC> Ruben says, "whats a good way do do a pic?"
<OOC> Merrisol says, "Jpeg on photobucket or equivalent? Not sure I understand the Q"
Locations Players
Sorgo Gardens (#1259RJh0/Raphaela) Geoffrey
Ciaran's Room - Rebman Embassy Ciaran
Dvaraka - Tanus Benedict Dirk Liyandra
Haunted Forest - Deep Arden Myrddyn
First Floor - Quaint Townhouse (#2978RJ/Emma) Emma
Starchaser (#3134RJ/John) John
Main Deck - The Storm Witch Isana
Demiplane of Contemplation Eidran
The Towers of Dusk and Dawn - Black Road (#507 Jira Mordred
Liam's Suite (#5448RJ/Liam) Liam
Inn of the Black Goat - Banyan Portia
House de Sorgo Quinlan Raphaela
Wandering Duchess (#7099RJ/Catriona) Catriona
Main Deck - Wave Dancer (#7167RJ/Maggie) Maggie Merrisol Ruben
Yvonne
Captain's Cabin - The Gamera Cyndre
Cook's Cell - Wave Dancer Shao
Cavern of the Archetypes Mab
__Unfindable__ Julian
<OOC> Maggie says, "Or... what's that online artist's community?"
<OOC> Maggie shrugs.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oh, deviant art or something like that."
<OOC> Ruben says, "http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a592/Inviktus99/20130220_093120_zps6a77c844.jpg"
<OOC> Ruben had to sign up for an account first
<OOC> Ruben finally sees where Merri gave up on the second line aleady. laughs.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oooh."
<OOC> Ruben attributes the silence to mass brain-meltings.
<OOC> Maggie says, "That is pretty melty, yes."
<OOC> Maggie says, "But, there was also a spat of work needing attention."
<OOC> Yvonne needs more coffee.
<OOC> Maggie says, "Oooh, coffee."
<OOC> Yvonne says, "C is for COFFEE. Yes."
<OOC> Ruben considers warm, tasty coffee, vs the need to actually get up and make it.
<OOC> Merrisol looks, and does give up on the second line there, too. Symmetrical stupidity achieved!
<OOC> Ruben gives Merri a honest try hug.
<OOC> Maggie ducks downstairs for a few.
Maggie walks towards the way down.
Maggie has left.
Yvonne has disconnected.
Ruben has disconnected.
Ruben has connected.
On the ship, Ruben disembarks.
Ruben has left.
Yvonne has connected.
<OOC> Yvonne kicks the computer. "All my programs froze, not a happy thing."
<OOC> Merrisol has learned to hit save often, the hard way.
<OOC> Yvonne sighs, "Good plan!"
To (Shao, Merrisol), Maggie pages: How do I give a token, please?
To (Maggie, Merrisol), Shao pages: +token/give <token> to <player>
RPG: Maggie gives token dhw with the title 'Wave Dancer's First Mate' to you.
From afar, Maggie cheats and sends it after the whispered fact. *eyeshift*
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Author: Maggie Held By: Merrisol
Date: Thu Feb 21 15:58:21 2013 Focus: 0
Title: Wave Dancer's First Mate
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Token Description
This lapel pin signifies that the wearer is the First Mate aboard the Wave Dancer, serving under Captain Flame. The bearer is to be afforded all the privledges and courtesy this rank is entitled to. It is made of finely enamaled metal. The background is a dark emerald green that glitters softly in the light. Just above the center is a dancing flame done in shimmering gold and crimson. Beneath the flame rests a pair of crossed cutlasses done in ebony and platinum.
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Long distance to Maggie: Merrisol beams and eyeshimmers!
From afar, Maggie grins, "Glad you like it."
[Public] Raphaela says, "nightight"
[Public] Harper says, "Night. :D"
Yvonne has disconnected.
[Public] Liv says, "I wish they would turn on the friggin heat here. x.x"
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