(Free RP! time following the 'Sitting on the Dock of the Bay' thread)

In reply to Her Majesty (msg # 1):



The Bedrolls mentioned are rolled up and stuck in a lashed down cabinet next to the hull. The hold is wide open though there seems to be some scraps of old Canvas rolled up beside the bedrolls that might be used as privacy screens if hung up correctly.

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This message was last edited by the GM at 20:45, Mon 22 May 2017.

In reply to Bunk Room Appearance (msg # 2):

AJ careens into the crew deck and looks around like it was a 5 star hotel instead of a drafty open hold full of hammocks and berolls. Then again...she had spent most of the last year or so living full time in that sea side cave of hers. Before that it had been the Compound which was likely mostly like this with its barracks style living spaces.

She found a good one next to a port hole and hung Nyxia's lantern up on a bent nail and slung her backpack in the hammock to claim it, "Go grab your bedroll Chance. I will see about something for privacy..."

She points at the cabinet for him while she goes to look through the pile of canvas for something to hang up.

Nyxia peeks outside of her lantern.  While it didn't keep out loud noises as well as she liked, it definitely helped to save some of her hearing.  Seeing she was now indoors and hanging from a nail, she squeezed out of her mobile home and fluttered into the air.

Before moving, she swept her gaze around the room.  Drizz was near.  She knew it.  The cat would never miss an opportunity to turn her into a meal.

"Is it gone?  All the noise and terror?"

The question was rhetorical.  She flitted toward the wall of bedrolls.  Normal people bedrolls.  She had a home and didn't need one, but she couldn't help feeling slightly slighted.  She frowned, sniffed and then zipped over toward Chance.

Jack rapped the tip of his umbrella on the edge of the doorframe before descending belowdecks.  He squinted into the relative darkness, surveying the crude hammocks and hard decking with equal distaste.  Moving aside to allow anyone behind him to pass, he shook his head.  "If you think you'll get a whit of privacy in here, you're living in a particularly optimistic fantasy."

He approached the closet, tilting slightly as the faerie flit past, hoping to claim something that wasn't particularly mouldy or filthy, but not holding out much hope.  It was still early morning, though, there was plenty of time to launder such a thing, if the weather cooperated.  And the ship didn't decide to submerge...

"It's a day or two at most.  I'm sure your libido can survive until then."

Chance, even if dragged, wears a bemused expression while being lead.   The man grins completely at the situation, and shrugs as if the world were against him this particular moment.   As it stands, he pulls the hood down off his shirt... an arrangement that occasionally happens to allow Nyxia a place to perch.  It's happened once or twice in the past.

He also can't quipping to White, "And here, I would have thought you'd know all about certain females and Libido.   It's never the man that chooses when and where these things happen...  However, I must agree on your particular assessment.  It will be hard to find a inch without someone's elbow in your ear, I imagine."   He shrugs in resignation, and mutters, "I suspect that won't matter with some people..."

In reply to Chance (msg # 6):

"Who said anything about needing to satisfy my libido on this trip. I just want to be able to change clothes and such for sleeping later," She says gesturing at her blacked eye and other signs of the recent fight with her father, "This crap doesn't exactly have me in a mood for that right now."

She gives Chance a 'Sorry not sorry' look and shrugs before continuing with a lopsided grin, "But that doesn't mean I will make you sleep on the floor."

Even though they had not even pulled away from the docks yet, just being aboard had awakened her in a powerful fashion. She practically crackled with energy and it makes the idea that she might actually go to bed during the whole trip a little bit of a joke.

"I've slept in worse," Quinn commented to his coterie as the trio came down the stairs.

"But not much," Ilsa tisked as she followed behind.

Quinn grunted and shrugged.  Looking about he pointed to the aft wall, "over there. Grab a bedroll CK, I'll nab two."  Once the pair grabbed their rolls they walked over to where Ilsa was already seated.  "Shift one," Quinn state plainly patting his chest, "shift two," he continued slapping CK on the back.

The shaggy younger man waited a second before raising a brow.  "Shift three," he commented wryly; but already expecting the answer.

"Please," Ilsa smirked. "Though a privacy screen wouldn't hurt..."

Alameth looks at the others as they go below deck. He has too much work to go to sleep. He is standing by the edge of the deck with his cart as he starts working on a ring that seemed like it was already perfectly fine.

He signs to his cat, "I'll be here all night. You can go below if you want to."

In reply to Alameth (msg # 9):

Alani grabs her own "bed roll" out from her hiding place on the work cart and rolls it out on the deck she signs to Alameth "you know I love stars, besides it probably stinks down there and it would take forever to get the smell out of my coat."

In reply to Alani (msg # 10):

AJ finds what she is looking for and takes the big scrap of canvas over to hang it from the nails in the ribs forming the roof of the room.  She is short enough though that it proves difficult and she was not stretching too well.  She doesn't ask for help however and moves to walk a wooden barrel over to climb up on.

"Drizz is not down here yet Nyxia," She informs the little pixie, "I think he is probably going to spend a while up on deck ogling Alani."

"Shifts?" Shan asks smarmily as he pushes past Quinten with a deliberate shoulder push. "Scared, are we?" he adds as he pushes a hammock with his foot and watches it sway.

"OH YOU'RE ADORABLE!" Missy gushes at Nyxia, followed by a giddy giggle.

Eva rolls her eyes and sighs as she plops unceremoniously into a hammock. "If my mother was still queen, this heap would have been scuttled for salvage years ago..." she mutters unhappily before pulling out a golden compact mirror and seeing to her lipstick.

Lola chuckles and looks at Jack. "He's got you there. Like a rabbit and all those other sayings..." she muses at the creature. "Whatever you do, try not to do it in here, though. Some of us are already queasy from the sea."

"Speak for yourself!" Morgan decries as he sighs and sinks to the ground against a beam. "I'm home." He reaches into his rucksack and pulls out a green apple, polishes it against his shirt then takes a bite.

"Home INDEED!" Henrik hisses with indignation. He looks like a drowned rat; hair hanging in his face. He grabs a wool blanket and wraps it around his shoulders as he sits. "I'm liable to catch my DEATH!"

"Death isn't so bad..." Phasma retorts in her eerie, soft monotone. She glides down the stairs with an ethereal grace before moving to a porthole to inspect the view.

"Speak for yourself," Javed adds as he plunks down next to Morgan. "Some of us will be quite happy to make it across the sea alive."

Morgan snickers. "Don't worry, Khan. That bumbling giant will just fire the cannon at anything that comes close."

“Scared Shaun?  Nah,” Quinn retorted as he kept his eyes on the other young man.  “But you can never tell when some rabble coward might try to shiv you in the back while you sleep, instead of up front to your face while you’re awake; like a man.  Besides, the Captain doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence.  Let’s hope he doesn’t steer us into some rocks.”

“I mean, it might not be so bad,” Quinn continued with a shrug as he turned to watch the pale young woman at the porthole, “but I’ve got things to do before I take that trip.  People to put in their place,” he added, glancing back at Shaun.

“Speaking of which,” Q suddenly turned to face the main group, calling out loudly so everyone could clearly hear.  “Where is the Mainlander?  I’m…curious what insights she’d like to share about whom and what’s likely to be greeting us when we arrive…”

In reply to Quinten Heart (msg # 16):

So, she'd continue being The Mainlander?  Wonderful.  So, she'd somehow simultaneously end up being an islander and The Mainlander at the same time, no doubt.  It wasn't as if she was delusional enough to think those on the mainland would consider her one of them, either.  No, she was a reminder, same as she'd been on island.  She'd been both, but neither.

Still, inwardly, she couldn't help but be annoyed with Q.  Not just for nicknaming her, but drawing the attention to her.  It was bad enough she was being dragged back to the mainland, but he had to make it public as she was trying to deal with her own demons.  She didn't know yet if she'd be just another islander or if she'd have seven siblings and a father, plus whatever family had been added, out to get her.  Of course, they wouldn't have to deal with it the same.  They wouldn't understand.

"Who says she has anything she'd like to share?"  Gi responds, looking directly at Quentin.  It lacked the wishy-washy aspect she'd shown this far.  It made sense, though.  Her mutable aspect had more to do with the strain of the trip than fear of the people.

Gisela grabbed some bedding.  She made her way towards a hammock near a corner.  She had no intention of settling in there for the moment, though.  She wasn't tired and she wasn't intending to stay down below.  If she didn't bother claiming one, though, AJ would for her and it'd probably put her far too close to the smarmy couple.  All she wanted was a quiet place to escape into a book and forget everything going on.  Was that so much to ask?

In reply to Gisela O'Cuinn (msg # 17):

That huge black cat named Drizz slinks down the stairs behind Gi. He knows where to go for petting, and to maybe get a snack called Nyxia, and trots towards Mim again already purring like a buzz saw.

This conveniently put him out of the way of any thrown books Gi might decide Q needed implanted in his smug face.