First Annual Alcyone Turkey Trot

[curries]

Who: The Crew of the Alcyone
Where: On the broship
When: November 24-30
What: The Alcyone gets a very special visitor (and lots of grub!). Certain curious crew members have decided to check "it" out.
Warnings: Animal cruelty and maybe violence.
Style: Up to you!
Status: Closed to crew members!


[Wherever you are on the ship, whatever you're in the middle of, you're about to be interrupted by loud squalling coming from the topside. It's a cry of terror--no wait, hold that thought! That other sound? Definitely a cry of outrage and murderous intent!]

[A large turkey strut-sprints across the deck, wings low, neck fluffed, and feathers fanned out menacingly behind it. Boy is that one mad bird! But that's not all. Overflowing near the ship's wheel is a large something-or-other and the source of some really fantastic smells. Hey, is that a cranberry?]

((OOC: Feel free to start your own threads and scenarios!))

Comments

[lost_sailor]

[Children would always be children and, while Piers had his questions about the sudden appeareance of the strange fowl that Asbel was playing with, he wasn't about to interfere. Not while there was no danger...and Asbel's antics seemed harmless enough. What little boy doesn't want to fight a strange beast?

...Admittedly, he had been so focused on the navigation that he hadn't given either bird or boy his full attention. He started at the warning, looked up at Asbel with confusion in his amber eyes.]

What are you--

[Too late.

The bird collided with his legs, and knocked both tools and Adept into the deck.]

[curries]

Uaagh! [This can't be good! Not at all. He's pretty sure whatever Piers was in the middle of was something important. While he definitely doesn't want to be yelled at for letting things get out of hand, he can't just turn tail and run away when someone's laid out on the floor like that, either. It'd be dishonorable! Asbel hurries over as the turkey goes screaming and pecking back towards a free corner of the deck.]

[Staring down at him, the troublemaker looks a little less carefree than he did a moment ago.]

Hey, are you okay?

[lost_sailor]

[Piers just smiled sheepishly up at the boy in hopes of reassuring him. It was simply Piers' own inattention, nothing more-- he didn't expect the bird to suddenly barrel over!]

I'm fine. No harm done.

[He sat up and flung his bandana out of his face so he could better study the bird.]

...

It's pretty big for a bird, isn't it?

[curries]

Oh, whew! For a minute there, I thought he might've had you!

[Asbel breathes a sigh of relief and scoots back out of Piers' way. At the question, he looks back to the unhappy turkey and considers.]

Mmm... Yeah, I guess he is. Not very bird-like, though! [As if he'd know that.] And he doesn't really seem to like the ocean too much.