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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-06-03 07:06 pm

no man's sea


Avast ye — sprawling til 18 June is part I of the Storm at Sea travel arc, which doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to reserve or apply over 10-17 June.

Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and don’t hesitate to leave an OOC note to opt out of random NPC piraaaaaaaargh interaction. Test drivers can post both log and network prompts. Have fun!




NO MAN’S SEA




DEEP WATERS | SON OF A BISCUIT EATER | MOLLYWICK | | THE CROSSING | NOTES




AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

Departing Ke-Waihu, the existing party joins paranoid pirate king, turned stalwart saint Samuel Vane — the feared Quicksilver Sam — aboard the Pariah.

Test drivers awaken anguishing at sea, floating on rafts, or on minuscule patches of deserted land. They are collected by two pirates and the recalcitrant sorceress Karsa — who supplies translation and communication devices. She explains the newcomers were summoned into the land of Akhuras by warring undead factions. Karsa’s master, the elusive Merchant, ferries newcomers east to beacons hoped to return them home. He has secured them passage on the pirate vessel Queen Zanyra of ’Wet Rope’ Caladan Kreil, an associate of Quicksilver Sam.

The Pariah and Zanyra meet at sea, a day’s travel away from Ke-Waihu:

■ Characters overhear that Quicksilver Sam seeks to reach the haunted Crossing Seas and ‘settle an old score.’ Long-term ally Caladan Kreil supports his cause.

■ The two vessels make daily supply and crew exchanges by rowboat. The Pariah’s passengers must give the passcode: flaunted like gold to board the Queen Zanyra. Staff of the Queen Zanyra must speak the words before the blind man to access the Pariah. Forget your passcode and fall at the mercy of whoever patrols the decks!

■ Tasks await all passengers: diligently clean and polish decks, climb tall masts to sew torn sails, banish a preposterous number of seagulls, fish, read post or… dubious novels to sailors, count loot, guard the decks, clean cannons or serve as boat lure for shark fishing. Medics and cooks can practise their natural trades, while musicians and entertainers should amuse the crew.

■ By all means, grab thematic garments from crew coffers. Also available: daggers, swords and rare pistols.

■ Characters may notice both ship crews are spirited, but grow weary when Quicksilver Sam fitfully orders his five on-call priests to carry out protection rites, or to ‘exorcise’ evil from random staff — through ineffective bitter potions, shrill chants and requests to sit in unusual luck-incurring poses, or to commit some mundane, repetitive task. Let’s bore the devil away.

■ Treat senior crew with respect: some pirates are equally drunk on rum and fleetingly authority and reward perceived slights with a 24h-stay in the brig. These fine accommodations fit two and annul powers while there. No dinner.


■ Sleep where you can: hammocks and rotting mattresses can be found in great common halls beneath decks. The sick and women (naturally, ill omens at sea) can share the four private cabins of each ship. Sumeragi Subaru has his own cabin aboard the Pariah.

■ Each night, expect drinking beneath the halls and a pirate’s greatest hobby: gambling. Conmen might lure you into an ‘innocent game’ that sinks you deep into debt, winning your valuables, favours, or kidney!

■ Ladies are afforded a wide, begrudging berth and some authority over the crew.

Accommodations: fresh potions are readily available to ward off sea sickness, and magically resilient oranges are on hand to counter scurvy. As woe would have it, the long-serving Mr. Ishmael has passed, and his earthly remains have been retained aboard the Pariah for Kaneki Ken. Viktor receives a leashed emotional support albatross — a large, loud but docile bird that flies above him counter-current to balance him, whenever the ship’s sway threatens his footing.


OBJECTIVES

■ Discover why good Quicksilver Sam is intent on his haunted travels. The captain declines audiences, but try to get information from the two crews.

■ Please share the information gained via network…!





THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER

Trouble starts to brew, within days at sea:

■ Be on the lookout while on watch duty: on a handful of occasions, new faces appear aboard. They fail to offer the passcode — and attempt to injure characters, throw them overboard, or to enter the captains’ lodgings. Sound the alarm or seize intruders!

■ After interrogating an infiltrator, Caladan Kreil sends word that the assailants hail from the Concord, a war vessel of the Dawns’ Reach Trade Company that is pursuing the pirate ships at distance under the command of Maximilian Hawk. A credit to his name, Wet Rope Caladan has the spy hanged.

■ Prepare to get drafted for double watch duty, as both Caladan Kreil and Quicksilver Sam bolster defences. Tensions escalate, with pirate crew questioning the loyalties of newer recruits.

■ A few days later, at dawns, the silent, swift and massive Concord approaches close enough to fire its cannons at both ships and send vicious militia to climb aboard. Defend your ship!

■ The Concord withdraws by midday, after lightly damaging its opponents. Help with repairs and enjoy some rum — you’ve survived your first sea scuffle!




MOLLYWICK

Just short of entering the Crossing, where the seas are dark and highly opaque, the Queen Zanyra and Pariah encounter a stretch of vibrant, lushly forested land.

■ Both vessels send crew over for a few hours, with captains urging quick incursions. Pair up to collect berries, scant mushrooms and sweet water. Curiously, no animals are found.

■ Veteran sailors say this is the Neverflight isle of myth, where sea kings have buried their treasures. Pirates share legendary coordinates of long lost loot, archived as riddles or poems. Grab a shovel and a-digging you go!

■ …ah, but don’t linger too long. What pranksters your sailor friends are. Within hours of the island’s appearance, the earth beneath your feet crumbles and quakes, and the land starts to sink. Evacuate or call for help to get out of here — as the great white whale Mollywick submerges in the waters with the Neverflight island it carries on its back. Hopefully, you don’t go under with them.

■ If you’ve threaded out a treasure dig, drop a line to receive some especially deplorable loot. You deserve it.




THE CROSSING

The Pariah and Queen Zanyrafrequently chained together to avoid separation — creep into the Crossing : a stretch of eerily silent waters, dark and volatile.

■ Slowly, a thick, nearly impregnable fog dawns during the day, covering the sun and leaving the skies a desolate slate. Dreadful storms spark at night.

■ Strange, talking carps jump on board, offering to tell you your future. Caution: they only make bad luck readings (request yours) that turn true. They appear wherever their target flees and are exceptionally annoying, until either the moon rises, or you apply the superstitious cure of throwing salt on them.

■ Nightmares haunt you — your own, or glimpsed memories of ships crashing, sinking, falling to storm. Note: only your character suffers these memories/nightmares, but everyone else can experience their exhausted grumpiness, come morning.

■ Be wary, when pairing to cross over to the other pirate ship: you may find another rowboat beside yours, its sailor begging for an oar or ladle. If you give him one, he shovels water into your boat with inhuman speed — desert your vessel and swim quickly to a pirate ship, before undead hands pull you into the sea.

■ While alone on deck, characters might hear sweet, coaxing voices that urge them to walk the plank into the water. Break your brethren from this spell, or watch them fall into the arms of man-eating mermaids.

■ Now and then, the ships are shaken by long, whips of something lashing from the depths.

■ Pirates become increasingly skittish and on edge. Priests perform countless protection rites and exorcisms on both ships.

■ At night, a handful of undead men climb aboard. They lack awareness and are in a clear state of discomposure, looking to catch the living and drown them. With toothless, rotting mouths, some rasp, This is kinder.

■ As you officially enter the Crossing, beams of light erupt in the horizon, showing the distant silhouettes of several ghost ships.




NOTES

TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

OLD-TIMER QUESTIONS

sansdoute: (briggs)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-04 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
( A tardy addition to the Queen Zanyra, Mr. Briggs has traded in his fine career as a land-bound accountant for Master Caladan's pretty penny at sea.

He has retained his polish, his composure, and his considerable and unwaning dissatisfaction with errant children who parade themselves at great heights. What exactly is the meaning of this spectacle, when the task of testing the sails should be attended with perfect and perfunctory efficiency?

From down below, he shouts: )


You, lad! I say. Make less of a nuisance of yourself and finish swiftly.
sansdoute: (briggs)

#ahoy 2

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-04 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Half a pence, girl.

( A rather... off-put voice, from a man who all but erupts into existence, dragging aboard a fine found of readily weaponised disgruntlement. It is unclear who, or what has cordially relieved itself in Master Briggs' morning oats, but as Captain Kreil's personal assistant in matters pecuniary, he has the experience to assess both a-Qing's capture at a glance, and the girl herself.

He manages to sound less than immediately prone to strangling her. If the petty fools, his colleagues have been so readily eased of their private burdens, then perhaps the girl should be named welcome to her catch. All the same: propriety and discipline must rule aboard the Queen Zanyra. )


You've pilfered lead.
sansdoute: (eames)

the crossing | mermaids

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-04 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
( Ayyyeeee, but life at sea's a mystery and a blessing and a curse, and you thank the good Lord each day for what He gives you. Water can't be rushed, and more fool he who thinks, well, there's'em mermaids, and well, you make loud with your buckos, you belay'em.

Truth is, they come, they go, and they was here before you. Same for the girl, the little strange thing, and look'ere, and second mate Mr. Eames is certainly squinting — she's gone and dropped ole Cod overboard. Blimey.

Them others are feeding below, Cod's screaming going down, screaming when he lands, screaming with all the might of him, for all he was barely twigs and skin and that mean, mean, look, whenever he won at the betting table (too often for any honest man). God save his soul, but Mr. Eames removes his hat and holds it to his chest in respect for the dying. Then, he murmurs to the girl, preening: )


...owed'im half a month's wage at cards, me.

( So, perhaps Mr. Eames isn't the most concerned that ole Cod's gone kicked the bucket. Can't be blamin'im. And he'll say a prayer all the same.)
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[personal profile] inferus 2022-06-04 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: feel free to flirt with the devil! that's always a good idea. >>" )

Wrath does not require the same sleep as the mortals within the group, and he hardly trusts the pirate crew to keep them safe. Infuriatingly, the group is one he has claimed as his own - to protect, to ensure its success. It means he is up regardless of whether or not he has been put on watch. At all times, he walks quietly, stealthily like a panther might stalk through the dark for its prey.

Naturally, he comes across an individual drawing during their watch.

He stands far too near behind him before he speaks, sharply:

"Is this your idea of keeping the group safe?"
sansdoute: (quicksilver sam)

look out below, but before she slips

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-04 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
( Scantly seen by his crew, Quicksilver Sam all but haunts the deck at hours when his people are certain to sleep away the fumes of last night's drink, or to rush and bruise themselves in the battle for the choicest cuts of the midday meal.

He appears all but sickened, possessed. Pale, wild-eye, his prayer beads caught in a tight hand, clutched severely. He hears the girl before he sees her — knows, instantly, that she has surely been delegated the tasks traditional to her sex, and rolls his eyes at the sheer pedestrian superstition that still commands half of the crew.

There is no trouble women can bring. Only the dead. Peacefully, he calls out: )


Woman. There is work for you below the deck too. There's no need for this.
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[personal profile] gladiokinesis 2022-06-04 01:55 am (UTC)(link)

do your worst

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[personal profile] firstkissofsteel 2022-06-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[A-Qing jumps in alarm at suddenly being addresses, freezing as she tries to figure out what to do. She tilts her head and bounces the piece in her hand a few times before sighing]

I thought it felt kind of heavy. That guy definitely cheated me. [She says, as if she's somehow gotten this by legitimate means. She pouts in his direction, holding her hand out though she's not quite pointed at him]

You can give it back, if you want. [She won't mind parting with something useless at least.] But if I hear that guy's voice again I'm definitely going to hit him with my stick for cheating me!
draughtsman: (Oh dear)

[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucius suddenly feels like he's leapt a few years back in time and pales visibly. Oh, he had forgotten what it was like being on a normal crew without an eccentric landowner as a captain. He hadn't missed it....]


Oh! No, sir, sorry sir, my mistake-- [He offers a cute smile on reflex and then immediately thinks better of that. Polite smile it is.] --I'll just get back to swabbing, then, shall I?

[He makes a good show of it, looking straight back down at his work and not at the many, many pirates this important fellow has just goaded into disliking him. Tragically, he's still very bad at actual cleaning. He tidies it up a bit, but it's still much larger than the original mess due to his own general incompetence.

If he just...keeps trying hard will they leave him alone? Oh, he can hope.]
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[personal profile] soulsrob 2022-06-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[The sudden voice startles her only a little and her singing cuts off, but she beams brightly down at him as she waves her hello]

Oh, well the rest of the crew seemed reluctant to do it themselves, so someone had to do it!

But I don't mind the work! It's refreshing to work so hard. [Even from there she could see he didn't look too well and she frowns in concern]

My name is Winnie, by the way! Pleased to meet you, sir! If it's not too presumptuous to ask, are you feeling alright?
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[personal profile] draughtsman 2022-06-04 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
(Flirting has never backfired on him, not once, and he's not about to start doubting it today.)

Lucius jumps about a foot, straight up, at that sudden sharp questions. He flails, fumbles the lantern in his hand and lets out a choked 'Oh-dear-god!'. The lantern, by some miracle, doesn't shatter when it hits the deck but the guttering, untended flame does promptly go out.

Lucius spins around then, hand clutching the fabric over his hammering heart, already scowling--he's absolutely furious and he is going to give this asshole a piece of his--oh. Oh, dear. His fury transmutes instantaneously as he realizes he's a hair's breadth away from a very handsome man. A handsome man who is now very dramatically and ethereally backlit by all the other lanterns on this boat.

"Oh--hello," he says, like an idiot, and leans on the drawings he was just doing as he reflexively adopts a cute pose. It's right around this point that he recognizes that flirting abruptly with dark strangers, on this particular ship, is probably a dreadful idea.
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-06-04 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ One would, unfortunately, need to get over the fact that some preferred heights to land. Xie Yun was one of those people. Though, the whole bit about making less of a nuisance of himself has him raising a brow. Last he knew fixing sails was not something easily done. Though, he gathered that most would have it done within an hour or less.

Once done, he jumps down, landing on his feet before the other man. He does, however, give a look toward Mr. Briggs. ]

I think you'd just prefer us with our feet on the ground.
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II. Mollywick

[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-06-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's no surprise that one of the newer people are interested in treasure. There's a lot, as it were, out there. Though, as for the question, he gives a bit of a shrug. ]

It's possible that one gets to keep the loot. Whether it's worth anything or not is a whole other story.

[ There was no telling what was or wasn't below them, treasure wise. As for the two crossed trees. Oh, he sees them just fine, but he raises a brow at Mo Ran and crosses his arms. ]

Are you not paying attention?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well he can't be the only Hargreeves that doesn't do this.
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Re: FORTUNES

[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-04 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Anything to make the fish stop talking.
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Regulus Black | Harry Potter | Tourist

[personal profile] royal_venant 2022-06-04 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ahoy! Scallywags

Regulus had left his world through water and had arrived in this one drenched the same. When he’d breached the surface, it was a blinking few seconds before he’d counted the differences: the natural light of the sun, no cursed undead dragging him under, air in his lungs. The last was only achieved by copious amounts of coughing up water, but all the same, not something he would have accomplished in the circumstances of his departure.

To say he was thoroughly confused by this turn of events was an understatement and was really in no position to argue or bargain for something better when Karsa found him. He kept all objections or questions about anything—the conditions of his rescue, this funny communications device, his present state of alive-ness—to himself until well after being transferred to the larger vessels.

He kept his expression unreadable but ears pricked for information gathering as it was becoming quickly apparent to Regulus that things, for him, had gone awry.

It was finally on board that he made his first objection: manual labor? Him? Oh no, no, no, no. Polishing the deck or cleaning canons were simply not to be born for this high society, in-bred snob. . . until he’d sassed the wrong sailor and found that their anger resulted in extra-judicial imprisonment with no food or drink or comforts of any kind. And worse of all, somehow the negation of his magic.

How rude.

After one 24-hour stint, he sang a different tune- he assessed his situation and adapted. Repair sails? He knew how to mend fabric, even at great heights, the masts did not scare him. Count loot? He was excellent with numbers, he could make a game out of it. Banish seagulls? He had a spell for that. Read to the sailors? He didn’t even mind the trash they wanted to hear, why would he begrudge them salacious indulgences?

Guard the deck, however? He was dispassionate enough for that, but who was willing to put up with his nonsense to guard with him?

[OOC: Feel free to start up at any point in this section]


That Son of a Biscuit Eater

Regulus should have been prepared for the knife, given his newfound surroundings. And yet, when the assailant lunged for him, he was shocked- shocked! that he would be the target of an attempt on his life. Mainly because he was damn well certain he’d done nothing this time to deserve it! He hadn’t said anything (which was what usually landed him in hot water with most people he interacted with).

He jumped to the side just a little too late and the tip of the knife sliced his left upper arm.

He was more distraught over the tears in his clothing and the blood staining around the tears than the cut on his arm. Priorities!

“Look what you’ve done, you fucking bastard!” He gestured at his arm, thoroughly put out. Skin could mend, but-- “Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of a white cotton shirt?”

Regulus did, he was well practiced at it, after all, but the work he would need to do, even with magic.

His complaint phased his assailant a moment, but only for the sheer surprise it must be to injure someone who did not worry at the pain inflicted, but the rent clothing instead.

Insulted by his indignation, Regulus was slow to realize the wholesale assault now being launched on ship.


Mollywick

Regulus huffed in exasperation as the blueberry burst between his fingers, staining his skin further. This was not the first time this excursion that he had damaged the thing he was supposed to be gathering.

Oh, of course he’d tried using magic to pick the berries, but his rate of success was far more dismal with his wand than with his fingers.

And if he wasn’t accidentally pre-juicing the berries, he was scratching his arms on the branches.

It was carelessness and a lack of practice at anything close to manual labor.

He scrunched up his nose at the damaged mess between his fingers and dropped it into the bucket. Whoever worked with the contents of his bucket would just have to deal.

He inched over to the individual working nearest him to peer into their bucket to see how their levels measured against his.
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-04 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Those words get a look, along with a raised eyebrow, from Mo Ran, but it doesn't really ruffle him too much, not when he looks around, toward the trees in the vicinity. ] Do you really think the buried treasure is going to be that easy to find? Besides... [ He digs out the paper again to read. ] the line is really two trees crossed, two trees entwined, lovers spot then crash. Whoever wrote this wasn't a good poet.

[ But he does look back to the trees, then the other man. ] Care to go digging?
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ahoy #1

[personal profile] binghua 2022-06-04 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes, being blind is hard to deal with sometimes. Xingchen has gotten pretty used to it these past few years, though, but the location changes their group undertakes always keep him on his toes. It seems as if the moment he grows truly comfortable somewhere, they're on the move again and he has to start all over again.

And now he's on a ship and it's hardly stable footing and it's pretty exhausting to both try to mentally map out the area and keep from bumping into people or straight up falling over.

This is going to be a long trip.

However, one of the...perks of being blind is the rest of his senses having been enhanced to compensate. There is plenty of commotion on a sea vessel, it turns out, both living occupancy and the ship itself groaning and creaking, but one voice in particular reaches him from across the way.

He stops what he's doing - scrubbing the deck to the best of his ability - and immediately stands up to make his way toward that voice. It's been so long. It could be a trap. He's fallen for more than one of them in this strange world. But he has to know.

Xingchen bumps into crewmembers and travelers alike, earning him sharp retorts and a few shoves, but he keeps moving nonetheless.]


A-Qing. A-Qing!
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shizun

[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-04 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of all the things Mo Ran expected on the ship, Chu Wanning isn't one of them. When he'd first awoken, one of the things he was distraught about was missing Chu Wanning. But Chu Wanning's appearance was a delight, and Mo Ran gaped at him for a moment, taking in his flowing white robes and beautiful face, until he realized Chu Wanning was scowling.

It just made him grin. After five lonely years, it was nice to have Chu Wanning back, even if the other man was just scowling at him and likely to scold him. ]
Shizun! [ He cupped his hands, bowing. ] Had I known you were here with me, I would have come to find you.
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[personal profile] inkfire 2022-06-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey! That's incredibly rude, eating a terrible biscuit in front of a prisoner. Almost worse than calling him fat. Mo Ran scowls at him, standing his his hands on his hips in the middle of the brig. ]

What fat? [ He flexes his arm, then looks down at his body. ] I'm a healthy size, this is all muscle. What kind of floggings are you doing, flaying people alive?

[ Still, he creeps a little closer, eyeing that biscuit. ]
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kujo tenn | idolish7 | tourist

[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-04 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I.) Ahoy! Scallywags
[ he can't say that he's particularly happy with these circumstances, but the prospect of finding a way home is stronger than facing the despair of not being home in the first place. being unable to continue working toward a shared dream with his partners, his friends... he has no choice but to keep walking forward at this point. even on a boat.

except...

exhaustion is wearing him down. he knows he looks pale; someone has already handed him an orange to snack on, thinking that tenn is already facing some of the initial stages of scurvy. the weakness, the irritableness. unfortunately, that's just who he is. being directed toward one of the cabins also pisses him off--- he's not part of the infirmed. he can take care of himself.

but knowing he might be able to get some peace and quiet, not be as exposed to the briny air... ? tenn gingerly makes his way toward what he believes is one of those private cabins, resting his forehead against one of the doors with a sigh. ]

II.) That Son of a Biscuit Eater
[ watch duty... what is there to watch for, exactly? unsure what to look for, tenn's been idly staring off into the horizon. sometimes, he allows himself some time to hum one of his songs--- one of his own parts, playing the rest of it in his head. it's a good way to pass the time, though it comes at the disadvantage of making his heart ache. the weight of unfinished business is heavier than the anchors that he's seen both boats hold.

it's the sound of someone approaching from behind that has tenn turn around slowly, mostly out of caution so he doesn't accidentally slip and fall off, but as he's about to ask the unknown face if he can help them with something? they grab onto his shoulders and push, sending him down to the ground with a grunt. ]


What's your problem...?!

[ and then he realizes that he's in real danger when a sword is pointed down at his throat. the boy quickly pats his sides, unsure where he kept the weapon that he picked up prior, but... it's nowhere to be found.

well. heck. ]

III.) Mollywick
[ any chance to get onto dry land, or at least... not-boat land, is a welcome reprieve. especially if it's to do something relatively simple and less dangerous than getting fired at from some war vessel? if he stays still and lets his mind wander, tenn can still hear the sounds of cannons firing, the shattering of wood splintering, and the cries of people being somewhere in the middle.

his hands are shaking. the mushrooms that were in them are now on the ground, and it's all he can do to not collapse down to join them. as tenn crouches down to pick them back up, he realizes that he's not alone--- and he doubles his gathering efforts, hoping to look a little more composed than he did just moments ago.

there's no excuses, only a genuinely shaky and apologetic smile instead as a greeting to whoever has come across him. ]


IV.) The Crossing
[ the sounds of something whipping and lashing somewhere below the ship has kept him awake this time, and the only way to escape it? go out and see exactly how intense the storms have been. it's not that bad--- a little bit of rain and wind doesn't necessarily hurt him. he tells himself that it's fine, that he can deal, and that he will. and maybe he's particularly lucky this time, as things seem particularly muted, even though there's a silence that is almost deafening, there being barely any noise coming from the boat's movement.

again. a sound that comes from his side has him reach for the flintlock pistol tucked into his belt, and he doesn't hesitate to point it at where he thinks his ambusher might be flanking him from--- only to see nothing.

a sigh. his nerves are on edge. maybe he should just retreat back to his little nook and chew on another orange slice or two.

and then? another noise, and he's quick to turn on the balls of his feet, aiming it right in the face of someone who probably doesn't expect it. ]


Ugh. Sorry.


V.) Wildcard
[ pm me or drop me something here... i'll roll with whatever c: ]
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-06-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
There's no telling, honestly, what will or won't be easy around here.

[ If it was anything like where they'd all left, or where he'd left, then there really was no telling what would or wouldn't happen. What would or wouldn't be all that easy.

He does, however, note the paper that Mo Ran takes out. ]

I was already going to grab some of the things from this isle, so sure. We can go digging.

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