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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Oct 30, 2007 18:52:21 GMT -5
*Finnerator steered the ship with pride as the Stormy Otter cut through the water like a knife through butter. It may not be the fastest or the biggest ship around, but it was the ship of Otter's Fort... her ship, and that made it the best one. She attentively listened to what was going on around her and clearly caught the lookout's words shouted down from the crowsnest. She spun the wheel to set them farther out to sea in order to avoid the rocks jutting over the waves. Then with a similar spin in the opposite direction, she set the Stormy Otter parallel to the shore again. At this point, the land was distant on the horizon, though still clearly visible. Finnerator planned to maintain that distance for the remainder of the patrol, providing there were no attacks*
*As she righted the ship again, Archon approached her. Still holding the wheel steady with one paw, Finnerator faced the mouse and addressed him* Yes? What is it? *She asked him in response to "Captain"*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 30, 2007 18:52:59 GMT -5
"Well, something to do would be good. I'm not particularly eager to ask you, I mean, I don't want to land myself with something bad..." Archon suppressed a chuckle at the idea. Of course, that did have a serious potential to occur if he actually had to ask for orders. The mouse wasn't one to go out of his way to make social contact of any kind, but actually having to go up and ask for orders was nearly impossible for him. Good thing it was Linx asking, that would make him do anything and everything requested. "All these beasts on board, I haven't been told to do anything." At times it was even more strenuous on him to have no work to do than it was to be overloaded with it. Of course, that was saying a lot, since he was the guy who regularly spent all-nighters working in the shop, but he felt rather useless just standing there and taking up space on the ship. Archon had spent far too much time working to enjoy much anything, taking a break included.
Linx decided against joining in the talk with Finnerator and instead hung back a little. It was, for one thing, interesting to see the usually quiet and subdued Archon really going ahead and taking the initiative on the matter, and it wouldn't help if their Captain had two beasts simultaneously inquiring. Doing his best not to stare but also not look particularly vacant, he stood silently, feeling the waves slowly rocking the deck under his footpaws. After a while the incessant motion was easy to compensate for but it was distracting when he actually thought about... Better listen to Finnerator.
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Post by Clearbrook on Nov 16, 2007 18:03:47 GMT -5
*Clearbrook added the shrimp to the boiling pot of water and hotroot, then added the leeks. After the leeks had softened and the shrimp turned pink, she slid it off onto a trolley. She adds a bag of Extra hot-hotroot pepper, the six loaves of bread, two flasks of wine, two of October Ale, and on of Strawberry Fizz, then pushed it into the Galley. There she rings the bell.* DINNNNNNNNAAAAAAA!
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 17, 2007 16:12:33 GMT -5
*Terg heard the the call from on deck. He rushes into the galley and plunks himself quickly on the nearest bench.* Did I hear "dinner"?
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Post by Clearbrook on Nov 18, 2007 18:56:03 GMT -5
*Clearbrook nods, grinning. She is standing behind a buffet-like table, getting ready to serve the crew. Pointing at each type of food, she describes them.* We gots shwimp an' 'otroot soup, bwead, wine, an' stwabee fizz. Watcha want?
OOC: Dessert will be served later.
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 20, 2007 16:31:09 GMT -5
*Terg licks his lips and point to each thing as he lists it.* I'll take some shrimp n hotroot soup, bread and some strawberry fiz please matey. *Terg's stomache growls as if agreeing.*
OOC: Yum!!
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Post by Clearbrook on Nov 20, 2007 17:41:03 GMT -5
*The Dibbun nods. She pours the steaming soup into a wooden bowl, adds a chunk of bread, and hands Terg a cup of Fizz. Smiling, she bids him off.* Dere ya goes! Enjoy!
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 21, 2007 15:17:49 GMT -5
*As Terg takes the bowl he takes a small jar out of his pocket. He unscrews it and dump the contense into his soup.* Extra hotroot is good for ye ya know. *He says smiling.*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Nov 21, 2007 23:27:12 GMT -5
Linx glanced to the side, dispassionately watching this commotion over dinner. Which was... Taking place before breakfast. Smooth. The residents of Otter's Fort seemed to have a fixation on incessantly putting food in their mouths. He hadn't even gotten his pack off his back or settled in his quarters and people were sitting down to eat. This crowd could never stand a voyage across any body of water, that was for sure...
"But I want to be productive," Archon continued. "...I just realized that my pack is still on my back, which is kind of strange considering how long I've been on the ship." The one with the repeater in it. Although he had basic supplies provided, it wasn't the fort administration that manufactured the cutting-edge technology. It did help when it was your lover doing it, though, you got all the free weapons.
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Nov 22, 2007 10:42:31 GMT -5
*Walking out on to the deck Terg saw Linx talking to Finnerator. Thinking again he ducked back into the galley and said* Hey Clearbrook I think I'll take a tray of food up to Finnerator and Linx. *Grabbing a tray he loads it with two bowls of soup, a large plate of bread, a jug of Strawberry Fizz and a jug of wine. Placing two mugs and two plates on the tray he hurries back out onto the deck. Walking up to Finnerator and Linx he waits stands and waits for them to finish talking*
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Nov 24, 2007 16:35:51 GMT -5
((In which direction are we sailing? And what time of day is it?))
Tallone Rudderblade was in her small comparment in the crew's quarters. She had missed the dawn, when she usually woke, and had far overslept. She lay there, twitching and snuffling, until she rolled right out of her bunk.
"Wo-Wa-Oh!" Wump! She landed on her head on the floor a couple of rudderlengthes below. "Urgh.... Darn it! Why do those dreams bugger me in the middle of the nigh- Gracious! What time is it?!?!" she asked herself as she leapt to her paws and threw on her clothing and weapons and headed topside. She had slept in by who knows how long....
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Post by meriwind on Dec 1, 2007 19:38:38 GMT -5
** A small one passenger boat nears the otter ship. Meriwind comes on deck and shouts over** " Can I join ye, or am I to late** he asks as he pulls closer**
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Post by Azrah on Dec 1, 2007 19:39:23 GMT -5
**Azrah comes down from the bows and says to Tallon, in passin,**hey Tallon.**
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Dec 9, 2007 9:36:54 GMT -5
"Good mornin'. What time is it?" Tallone asked after Azrah as she looked around.
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Post by Azrah on Dec 10, 2007 19:43:07 GMT -5
Morning,**Azrah replies,** I think its about eight, but i'm not sure seeing as I don't have a clock handy, why?**She asks.**
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