D&D 5E Spell & Crossbones

[Kobold Stew]

"Bawn jew-er, milady," says Barrington, doing his best not to look away. What does she know? Best not to think about it. He finishes his bow, and places his hat on the table, beside the marmalade. He addresses all around, deflecting: "Beastly hot, what?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]Kid's eyes seized on the lady's silver and pearl earring. The one she wore in her left ear. Like many ladies of her time, the earring was affixed to her lobe by only a clip-on clasp. The boy swept forward, stuck out a brown hand, and introduced himself. "I'm Kid, Miz Aurelie. How'd you do?" Kid mangled the greeting, but the kiss he bestowed on the back of Aurelie's hand was sincere. So was the warm smile in his brown eyes. The lad leaned in and gave the Rubenesque beauty a peck on cheek, further back on her jaw. Close to her left ear. Kid removed himself from Aurelie's person, and smiled winningly at her.[/section]

OOC: Here goes. Is there a bonus for it being a clip-on earring? How 'bout for Kid being super cute? How 'bout for Aurelie being preoccupied with Barrington? Sleight of hand [roll0] EDIT: Totally forgot to declare overtly that Kid is attempting to nick the silver and pearl earring dangling from milady's left earlobe. He'll palm it and pocket it in his breeches on a successful roll.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: YES!

 

[peterka99]

OOC: CB, Etienne is not Jiminy Cricket, just lawful. Just don't be caught

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Getting caught is half the fun. In D&D, at least. Who knows what wonderful doors a foiled theft might open for all of us (other than brig doors, which are probably a given).

 

[Quickleaf]

"Indeed, Monsieur, it is that," she agrees, fanning herself. "As you can see the intelligent people have gathered in the shade." Aurelie Lacombe gestures to the shade provided by the veranda overgrown with hibiscus.

She appears a bit taken aback by Kid's affectionate display, and can't help but laugh merrily at his kiss, not noticing that her earrings are now quite mismatched. "Oh! Oh my! Are all the locals as forward as you, dear boy?"

Chuckling at Kid's display, but likewise deceived, du Tourbillon pours some sweet cerassie tea. It is a pleasant blend of corilla, corailee , bitter melon, and karela. Tastes it is clear Ms. Lacombe is unaccustomed to. "Well, del Corazon, you seem to have assembled an interesting group of ship's officers, I'll give you that! I take it this isn't just a call to exchange pleasantries, that there is some business you wish to resolve?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]A wide grin split Kid's face. "Si, Miz Aurelie, locals is friendly-like." Kid unconsciously adopted Katerina's spanish. His prize secreted in his breeches pocket, the lad retreated to let the adults do business. He looked at a rattan chair with a silk-covered cushion, then looked down at his pants and feet. The chair looked cushy, but he was covered in mud from his romp in the puddle earlier that morning. The Frenchie looked fussy. Best not to try his luck by despoiling the furnishings. Kid instead went out on the veranda and looked out into the city and its landscape. He kept a careful ear attuned to the adults' conversation, but also watched the byway for familiar faces.

One hand snaked into his pants pocket. Kid fondled the earring and immediately felt better. The pearl was round and smooth with natural imperfections; it felt good to roll it between his fingers. To be sure, the earring was no gold watch--Kid missed the superior heft and polish of that item--but it would do for now. [/section]

 

[Shayuri]

Kat's question left Nia a little uneasy, and as she had no ready answer, she chose to say nothing immediately. Rest would be good yes, but she was ever conscious that the window for action was slipping away. Their rivals were already moving against them, and likely had a good idea of their intentions by now. She doubted they knew just how close they were to achieving that goal, but being close counted for exactly zero if you didn't take those final steps before you were stopped.

Longing to be anywhere but back at a table with French people, Nia nevertheless took a seat quietly and watched. Her skin would at least make her likely to be taken as a servant and thus ignored.

It gave her time to think, and weigh the known threat against the unknown risk. The skin changed things, gave them an advantage she hadn't planned on. Was it enough to justify some time taken now? If only Barrington hadn't...

She realized something at once, and looked at the Englishman sidelong.

Clever boy, indeed. She needed to have a word with him, when the French people were out of earshot.

 

[Queenie]

Chuckling at Kid's display, but likewise deceived, du Tourbillon pours some sweet cerassie tea. It is a pleasant blend of corilla, corailee , bitter melon, and karela. Tastes it is clear Ms. Lacombe is unaccustomed to. "Well, del Corazon, you seem to have assembled an interesting group of ship's officers, I'll give you that! I take it this isn't just a call to exchange pleasantries, that there is some business you wish to resolve?"

"Well, it takes a group of interesting people to deal with interesting situations, no?" she grins. "I do have some small business, however, I think it would be best done privately. Once you have a moment to break from lunch, that is."

She turns towards the woman. "Hola, Senorita Lacombe. You certainly are a far way from home. Katerina del Corazon," she nods her head towards the Lady. "What brings you to our fair Isle?"

 

[Quickleaf]

"One sugar, s'il vous plait, Monsieur du Tourbillon," Aurelie Lacombe says graciously, flashing the older financier a demure smile as she holds out her tea cup. du Tourbillon seems quite charmed by the young woman, and it is easy to see why. Katerina herself has seen that look on many men's faces, being swept in by appearances and charisma. It was strange, particularly in light of how du Tourbillon almost came across as asexual when Katerina attempted to use her feminine wiles in their negotiations.

"My father, the Compter du Comtois ((Count of Comtois)), has sent me to investigate the viability of a sugar plantation in New Providence. With the recent treaties, and French recognition of British sovereignty over Rupert's Land and Newfoundland and cessation of Acadia and territory in Saint Kitts, he is optimistic that this dreadful war will soon draw to a close. As I am sure you would agree, there are ample opportunities in the calm between wars." She smiles, but her tone reveals her meaning, a hint that she recognizes Katerina and the others as pirates, or at best privateers.

Clearing his throat, du Tourbillon rises, bowing stiffly in his black and white vest and legging, "My dear Madame Lacombe, will you excuse me a moment while my associates and I retire to my charts? I won't be but a moment."

"But of course," says Aurelie.

Gesturing to the stairs for Katerina and any others inclined to discuss the business of the guns, du Tourbillon leads to an upstairs room in the hotel, quite a large room complete with a smoking lounge and small veranda. The bedroom was sealed by a pair of lightweight carved wooden doors. "I have sufficient wards here and the walls are thick. We have privacy, as much as one can in this world. You've come for another advance?" He arches his brow.