[IC] The Port Opal Underground - Part One

[maddmic]

As Mischa looks over Benodan's shoulder, Frem sees what he is distracted by. Turning to look at Mischa, he speaks in a hushed whisper. "Actually, that's what I was coming up to do is tell you about them. Apparently there are a couple of extra cots available for #12 from their room. I offered to compensate the crewman for one, but he didn't seem to even notice me. You think it's possible to get them since we're kinda pushing it for sleeping space as it is?" Frem watches as the elves begin to head below decks waiting for any response that Mischa might have.

Seeing as how Frem seems to have a short attention span, he follows the elves downstairs curious to learn all that he can about them. He studies their manarisms and watches how they walk, paying specific attention to how others react to them and vice versa. As they enter their room and disappear from view Frem looks around for the crewman again. Finding his gaze back on the man who led the women to their quarters, he develops a quizical look. "Excuse me sir. But why are you shaking your head? Are you as puzzeled as I am about them? Their grace, frailty, demeanor, silence, and patience? Do all of these things about them puzzle you as they do I?"

OOC:
Frem will use his Diplomacy skill if needed. He's playing a bit naive about the guy, guessing that he has something against the elves or making fun of them in some sort of way.

 

[Reprisal]

OOC: Whenever you elect to use a skill or attack someone, you may roll the dice yourself. Also, if you're rolling a combat roll, please roll both To Hit and Damage and include them in a parenthetical addition to a sentence or something.

Emperor Trajanor reels back from the blast of fire and raises his sword to attack the vile lich [26, 17].

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The half-elven crewman turns and regards the halfling, partially startled. "Pardon me?"

As Frem reiterates his questions, the crewman glances back at cabin eleven.

"Oh," he chuckles to himself and contemplates a response. "I'm not so much confused as I am," he pauses, choosing his words carefully, "... enamoured." He smiles again, glancing once more toward the cabin, "I shake my head because I'm amused by the fact that there's something I want, but know that I'll never have." His smirk disappears as he leans in close, and whispers, "For some reason, I like that feeling. Somehow knowing that it's all unattainable affords me a certain degree of ... comfort in their wonderful presence."

He stands back up straight and a momentary expression of bewilderment washes over him, "Why did I just tell you that? By the gods, I've had such an odd..." The half-elven crewman begins walking away, berating himself aloud.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

"Well...that was odd," Brenodan says to Frem. "With elves running around, and these huge ships, which are unfamiliar to me, it seems strange to be here. Shall we continue on up to the deck to check out the sights or return to the cabin?"

 

[Krug]

"You want to see 'em nekkid and do like wild animal in heat with 'em?" says Mongres, tactlessly.

 

[Frelaras]

Tobius walks whistling along the corridors of the lower decks, ducking past cargo-laden crew and harried passengers, staying out of the way mostly by merit of his small stature.

Upon reaching "cabin" 12, he will begin to look after sleeping space... intending to join this search for extra bunks if neccessary.

-Frelaras AS Tobius Roeper

 

[Inez Hull]

Marec returns to the cabin and slides through the door with an air of indifference as if nothing had happened before he left or not that he was concerned about. He stakes out a sleeping space against the wall in the corner of the room and is content to rustle up a pillow from one of the bunks if possible and leave the beds to the others. His dagger re-emerges and begins picking at his fingernails whilst he casually observes to those of his cabinmates who have stayed inside, “Looks like we have unusual company across the hall.”

 

[Reprisal]

Mischa seems to disappear for a few minutes whilst everyone returns to the cabin and settles down for the first day of sea voyage. Already, Moira and Haley are working on making sure that nothing will roll around or fall off tables by putting them away and what-not. Later on, Mischa returns and looks to everyone, "It seems that the crew are willing to 'let us' buy another bunk for our room. The trouble is that we need the funds to do so..."

He turns and surveys the room...

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OOC: Presently, there are five sets of bunk beds in cabin twelve. Two against each side, and one against the far wall close to the window (but not in front of it). This means that there is a total of ten beds in cabin twelve.

1a. Mischa (Bottom Bunk)
1b. Tweek (Top Bunk)

2a. Kennewick
2b. ...

3a. Moira
3b. Haley

4a. Nolan
4b. ...

5a. Kelly
5b. ...

There are three open spots, meaning that there's a need for another three workable sleeping areas. It's not necessary, but you may not want to "hot bunk" like they do on contemporary submarines and other naval vessels.

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Kennewick looks up from his book and looks at the room. He squints for a moment and then says, "Well, we might be able to fit another bunk in here, but that will still leave one of us out of luck..."

Kelly shrugs, "We can always rig up some sort of hammock for the last guy, or something, I dunno."

Nolan rolls his eyes, "Who's gonna want to sleep in a hammock for seven weeks?"

"We can always rotate it," Haley suggests.

Returning from wherever, Mischa shakes his head in response, then begins to ruminate, "It's not like it matters..." He pulls his belt pouch open and retrieves a few gold coins and disappears out the door again. A few moments later, six crew member are carefully bringing the last bunk into the room in several pieces. As they begin putting it back together, Mischa glances around the room. "I just bought the bunk. We'll figure out who sleeps where later, but right now, I'm more intent on tracking some food down before everyone else starts to get hungry."

 

[maddmic]

Frem looks at Brenodan. "Well, that was an odd sort of fellow. I am all for going up onto the deck, I just would like to take care of something first if you don't mind." Not really waiting for an answer from the dwarf, the halfling approaches the door that the elves just went into. He knocks gently on the door hoping that he is not disturbing them too much.

OOC:
Should somebody answer the door he will begin. "Pardon the intrusion. I am in cabin 12 and they seem to have overbooked us. I was wondering if you had any extra bunks because we seem to be short on them."

If they do not answer the door, the he will motion to the dwarf. "C'mon, let's go topside."

 

[Inez Hull]

"This will do me", Marec says from his spot in the corner, "I haven't slept in a bed much for the last few years anyway and I feel safer here. It's nothin' personal against you folks but when you're used to sleeping with one eye open it feels better to not have to watch your back."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Brenodan watches the halfling with amusement as he knocks on the elven ladies' door. 'What a crazy little bugger,' he thinks as the halfling waits for a response to his knock.

"Are ye sure ye want ta be botherin' them ladies, Frem?" Brenodan asks while they wait for a response.