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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

valeas: (☾ s o l e n n e)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( moiraine's voice is familiar, unlike this cloying facsimile of the voice emilia longs to hear. it creates enough of a pause in her that she does slow her steps, half-turning to her fellow companion. for a split second, she does not look like the confident and driven witch that moiraine met.

she looks confused, filled with a devastation that makes her feel small.
)

But she needs me. I must not fail her again.
valeas: (☾ p r e m u r o s o)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
For better and for worse.

( Murmured agreement while she considers her own path.

As someone who has made a bargain or two in her lifetime, Emilia supposes she is not in a position to throw stones. Then again, her bargain was made out of fear and desperation, essential ingredients in creating a disaster. A cornered animal that refused to be cornered, working with a shitty hand dealt.

Caladan speaks of a more calculative offer. She's had to learn cunning and grow fangs; it had not come naturally to her.
)

Have you known him long? Quicksilver.
valeas: (☾ d i s p r e z z o)

ahoy! scallywags, open.

[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-14 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( The treatment of women aboard the ships is familiar to Emilia, who hails from the 19th century. Antiquated notions and slights against their gender are age-old male pastimes, and she herself has no time for it. Besides, there is a perk: they give her a wide berth, and it does allow her some privacy.

She hunkers down in her favored(?) spot to work on some spell candles.

Her spoon clinks against an iron cauldron, herbal scents wafting up from it. Beside her are some beeswax and dried petals. A small blessing, that Lily has left her with a charmed bag that allows her to carry all manner of things within, no matter how small it looks on the outside.

There is no sleep for the wicked, but she can at least make sure that her sleeplessness isn't miserable. It gives her a task to do, besides, and it keeps her mind occupied. Even as it reminds her of times long past. She can swallow the bitter, and the painfully sweet. And work.
)
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letters

[personal profile] chromiums 2022-06-14 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the tonics tend to help with most of the motion sickness, but there are times where it still takes her out enough to not want to do much moving. after having spent most of the afternoon on more strenuous tasks, she's regulated herself to sorting some of the mail, occasionally having to read some of the letters out loud. an unfamiliar voice catches her attention and she glances over with a raised eyebrow and amused expression when she hears what he says, the side of her mouth quirking as she tries not to laugh. ]

Is it addressed to anyone in particular?
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Mollywick

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-15 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Jon has been in better moods than he is now.]

They sent me with a riddle and the hope that I would pick some berries on the way.

[He shakes his head. He doesn’t know this place. He would not pick berries or mushrooms in a place that he doesn’t know. But when he looks at her, his irritated frown dissolves. She nearly awakens a smile.]

I let them send me. I thought I could see you alone.

[They’ve had precious few moments alone since boarding the ship, though he does glower at any pirate whose gaze follows her.]
Edited 2022-06-15 01:00 (UTC)
intermingled: ([malagraphic]OKWhPBT)

[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-15 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Did you not hire these gentlemen?

[ Is this how Spock gets himself in trouble? Probably. ]
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Almost self-consciously, Spock's hand comes up to stroke the beard. He can only think of Michael's teasing. ]

I am unsure that it suits me.

[ Perhaps the beard and the hair have been more a symptom of his own struggles of late. He has felt disorganized in his mind and a somewhat unkempt appearance has seemed to manifest. ]
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-15 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Spock holds out the offending letter. ]

The name appears smudged beyond recognition.

[ And though he's seen other smudges, he truly cannot make out the name through a splotch of water and ink that has spread over part of the page, leaving only sweet nothings and pornography readable. ]
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[personal profile] chromiums 2022-06-15 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ lorna takes the letter gingerly, holding it as solidly as she can with her fingernails just in case it's not just smeared with water and ink. holding it out in front of her, she squints as the lettering, but the penmanship is a little too shaky for her to make it out who it's addressed to. but she can make out enough words to determine that yeah, he's not exaggerating about it being pornographic in nature. ]

Yeah, looks like. [ she considers, then sets the letter aside. ] I couldn't make out who it was from, either.
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lorna dane | the gifted | old timer (cw: violent imagery)

[personal profile] chromiums 2022-06-15 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
SO I TRIPPED, STAYED, FOLLOWED EVERY WORD; LITTLE SPIRALS IN THEIR EYES

[ lorna's no stranger to nightmares, especially lately, so the ones she's been having lately don't ping her as unusual at first. she sees flashes of the possible future esme put in her head, of marcos, john, and clarice locked in cells with collars around their throats and dawn trapped in a crib behind a glass cage. more recent nightmares include a building caving in around her as she gives birth to her daughter, of rebecca painting the inside of a bank office red with the blood of bank tellers, of being terrified of being caught spying only for sage to end up taking the fall for her. when they get more surreal it's sage's and rebecca's faces she sees, decaying and dripping blood and slime as they bear and snap their teeth.

during the day, she tries focusing on tasks that keep the crew and the travelers going. she tries to help newcomers adapt. at night before she tries to sleep she walks along the deck, trying to tire herself out and clear her head enough to fall asleep without dreaming.

she stands out by the edge, watching the light of the moon reflect on the water. for a second she feels a little calmer, a soft song playing in the back of her mind that sounds almost like the lullaby her mother used to hum to her and that she used to hum to dawn. she takes another step or two closer to the rail.

and then, almost as suddenly as she fell into the calm, she's jerked out of it by a sudden shaking of the ship. her eyes go wide and she just manages to brace herself as she falls to the deck, pain shooting through her wrist and knees as she lands. it barely registers as she realizes where she is and looks around her with a panicked expression, wondering how long she's been out here. ]


CATCH A LOVER, TURN AN ENEMY JUST TO WATCH THEM BURN ALIVE

[ against her own judgment, she winds up on the deck again a few days later, this time more alert and wary. it doesn't look like she's quite alone, either; there are several others scattered along the deck, some in pairs, some keeping to themselves. those who are in pairs whisper to themselves in hushed tones and they look and sound about as cagey as she feels.

the ship doesn't jerk again. lorna wonders if she should give up and go back to bed, and then she spots movement out of the corner of her eye. there's something off about it, slow and jerking until it comes upon someone who's standing alone, and then it attacks him.

lorna's eyes go wide and she reaches for a nearby weapon - whatever's close enough with enough metal in it for her to control - and starts running towards the creature that's attacking. someone get in her path and she nearly knocks them over; she comes very close to using her makeshift weapon, but then recognizes them as a fellow traveler, whether they're new or not. ]


Somebody's being attacked. Come on, we've gotta help.

WILDCARD/OOC

[ if neither of these work for you feel free to come up with your own scenario! i stuck to the crossing prompts but i'm open to others too. if you'd like to get in touch to discuss you can DM me or add me on plurk (i can be found at [plurk.com profile] vdova). i can also switch to prose if you'd prefer writing in that format. ]
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Wind Blown)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-15 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
He is familiar with ships and sailing. Rats and mermaids nourish him and he should not cause you any trouble. If there is trouble ahead, he'll know it before anyone. You can trust he will protect us.

[She had missed the comradary of a ship, the ways the crew viewed her dragons, every bit of protective as she was. She missed the sharp winds and sound of the sails fluttering. She missed sea salt spraying her face and the rough waves that broke against the hull of the ship.

This was always where she was happiest.]


His name is Drogon.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Delighted)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-15 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She struck her shovel deep in the sand, leaving it standing as she wiped the sand from her hands. She moved to Jon's side, practically glowing. She was thriving on the ship and with her dragon back.

But most of all, knowing of Jon's love. Love that she was realizing she reciprocated, just as fervently. Just as strongly.]


Have you missed me?

[It was true that she was getting along with the crew. After being told they viewed her dragon as lucky, she spent much of her time with them, living a life she had dreamed of.

Being unable to spend time though, it made her ache and realize what her feelings were.]


I love you. I hope you believe that, even if we can't share our nights as we wish.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-15 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aligning himself with Anurr was never his plan, and he still doesn't know how much the warlord believes that breaking the mirror was intentional, but that's where they're at now. It's not the tightly kept secret he'd like it to be. The Merchant knows. And when he briefly went back to Sa-Hareth everyone seemed to welcome him like he was their hero.

He assumes it would be the same for Winnie.

It's nothing he wants to advertise more than he has, but she's involved if she meant to be or not. He doesn't go as far as telling her that he's been carrying around Anurr's severed finger on a necklace, but he'd rather not risk her asking to see it. ]


At the time, I took it as proof that you were dead. [ He focuses on the fighting in the distance, then shrugs stiffly. Before she came back he didn't really believe anyone who disappeared actually went home. ]

It's only good for one time, as far as I know. Thankfully I didn't have to resort to that for the volcano. [ He considered it. ] If all you wanted to do is talk, he's been on the network before. He'd answer you.
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-06-15 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
...unnecessary.

( The lamp, dismissed once more. In his hand, Bichen bites eager. She's a silver thing, a waif wife, belligerent filigree and hard candy for toothless mouths. He unleashes her, blade catching the moon's shivers in diffused reflection, her strength cold — biting his hand in prickles.

He walks first, at ease, pace soothed. Creaks of the floor forlorn beneath his step, a predator ascertained that his prey brokers no dwelling, no lair, no hideaway. The man watches him long, owlish, back and knees locked — fool, you will take long to stir yourself for the run.

Only, he does not flee. Lan Wangji approaches, rounds him, lays his sword flat and horizontal, a barrier before him — intent clear, posture wrought by the dripping tide of drumming rain. He asks the passcode. Receives — a variation. Two attempts. He turns, and mouths to Emilia behind him —

No. )
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-15 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not privileged to what builds opportunity for employment on either ship, lad.

( ...though the beard rather tricks Mr. Briggs into the high opinion that the young man need not be so young at all. Perhaps he should be less charitably expected to consider his words at length.

Certainly, to incur less of Mr. Briggs' suspicion, one brow perked high on, his gaze cuttingly expectant. The nerve, cheek and insubordination. )


I am, however, no stranger to applying the Lord's righteous discipline on this vessel, the good Zanyra. You will not find me wanting.
sansdoute: (briggs)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-15 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( Dear God, dear Lord who gives them strength, but Mr. Briggs sputters, he flushes, he thinks he may well dissolve into a fit of temper: ) It makes no one feel particularly better about anything.

( Not Mr. Briggs, and not, certainly, he assumes, any man of sense. ) You have no fear, worldly or for your soul, that you share a boat and a cause with infidels and creatures that should not breathe or set step upon this world? That you are not unlike them, with your own creations?
sansdoute: (caladan kreil)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-15 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( A smile, again far too feline, a flickered stretch of bitter enthusiasm, then gone. )

Because, my little friend, I have nothing to fear.

( Look at him, the spitting image of every saint who's shrouded in blacks and darkness, who slithers like an uninvited snake, who speaks in riddles and offers no true guidance. What has he to fear? )

My conscience is clear. I have been asked to assist a dear friend in his last voyage. I am here, humbly doing his bidding. What business have I with priests?
sansdoute: (eames)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-15 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Dog's-son, aye.

( And he nods, rather fitfully fond of the name, him, jolly inspired. She be good with her creature, if she gone named it something so wicked smart. Got himself the looks of a canine, he does, the muzzle's all thin and mean, and it's Mr. Eames who reckons, if it comes to a brawl, you be luckier, finding it easier ripping a bone from the jaws of any who ain't this one. )

We been havin' us the wretched pursuer o'that scurvy ship, the Dawn's Reach Company's own whore, for days now. Your boy, he'll ring the bells for us.

( If nothing else, a dragon be a lawful sort of scout, honest and true. )
sansdoute: (caladan kreil)

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's an oily, grueling edge to his smile now, something painted-on. He gives it in the way of a trinket, another pleasantry to exchange without heart or cause. Hear him, then: )

Only a decade. ( But those at sea. And it's three years on land, for every one on water. It is known, this. A man who survives sailing can survive the world. ) Though, only two years ago, he would not have dignified me with the pleasure of joining his crew and his ship. And now I am his most cherished escort. Tides turn, little friend. Life finds a way for those who wait.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-06-15 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ kaneki smiles back, oh so politely ]

You are fortunate then. Not many can say they fear nothing. [ but then, Quicksilver certainly does.

There is a small pause, however ]
Quicksilver's last voyage? [ it's not a question, but rather an offering for Caladan to speak his mind. And spill the beans, of course. ]
northerndragon: this is jon. he fights real good and we're proud of him. (right proper lad.)

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-06-16 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[The question makes him chuckle.]

Oh, aye, I’ve missed you.

[Two sets of memories of her still rest in his mind, but they are a little less at war with each other than they had been. He loves her now, and he will love her when she’s a few years older. That helps him reconcile it.]

I think you have the better end of it. The way they have me sleeping — well, never mind. [He has better sea legs than he ever would have expected, but he mislikes the hammock greatly.] You haven’t gambled with those scoundrels, have you?

[In the same way that she plants her shovel in the sand and turns to him, he shifts and sidles up to her, then takes both her hands.]
wooden_one: (neutral | worried resting bitch face)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-06-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[The words are dismissive not because he's dismissive of Mo Ran but because he was clearly alive and so is obviously fine.]

You woke up on a raft? [He is far more concerned about that...] Were you on it very long?
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Come On)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-16 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Are hammocks so difficult to sleep in? Did the Night's Watch not have hammocks everywhere?

[She's teasing, well aware that's not the case. It's simply amusing to picture Jon having to sleep that way now. Though, if she were honest, she wouldn't mind switching. It seemed like the most naval experience for her.]

Only with my wits. The only thing I have of worth in their eyes is Drogon. It seems they are calling him "Dog's son."

[Her hands were coarse and rough from recent activities on the ship as well as digging with the shovel. She wasn't so delicate as other ladies might be.]
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[personal profile] jedied 2022-06-16 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Rey."

Rey crouches down to cat-level and offers the cat a hand to sniff. She's not sure how close to loth-cats these kind are, but she doesn't want to get that hand bitten off if she tries to scratch this one behind her velvety-looking ears, no matter how great the temptation.

"I wonder if you're Force-sensitive? Surely some animals are, and if you're doing this telepathically it wouldn't matter that I don't speak cat."
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[personal profile] reaction 2022-06-16 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
( the herbal scents are a blessing considering how rank-smelling most parts of the ship are, so it's no surprise that damon finds himself sort of lured to the spot where emilia's hunkered down at. )

You are doing a great service to the people onboard. ( he hadn't wanted to even approach the gal, considering she looks kind of witchy-like and he's not a big fan of those, but what can he say? he's a sucker for a brunette. )

It's been smelling a little icky. ( he twirls a finger around, indicating the general area. ) I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Damon. New to.... ( well, obviously this isn't a town. ) I guess you could say, these parts. ( he simply gives her a polite nod from where he's standing a good few feet away, not wanting to assume that it'd be right to even offer her a handshake. he'd gotten the memo about people not being from the same world, universe, time. )

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