Preparing to set sail by the weekend

[grizzly_tea]

Who: Maribelle, Kyouya, and all interested applicants for joining her crew (In other words, if you're part of her crew, or want to be part of her crew, get in here.)
When: Wedensday afternoon
Where: Restful Night Tavern common room.
What: Preparing to set sail, bring a small contribution to funding the voyage for your starting supplies and our ship.
Warnings: None that I know of
Open or Closed: Open to all (even pirates who wish to leer at them)

Things were relatively quiet in the tavern at the moment, as only a few tavern regulars were present, and Maribelle patiently sat at the head of the table with Kyouya seated at her right. "Are you quite certain that everyone has the date and time for this meeting correct? I would hate to find that we are lacking in members simply because of communication." Of course, Maribelle was the one who had made most of the arrangements for this meeting, and had nearly sprung it on her counterpart at the last moment. So she certainly wouldn't hold him at fault for a lack of arrivals.

She glanced up at the door to the tavern, seeing it open but not recognizing the person who came through the door. Could it be one of Kyouya's applicants? She was of course, immensely disappointed when the individual instead saddled up to the bar to sit with some of the other regulars. Patience was a virtue, but it was a virtue of which Maribelle might be slightly... lacking. "Perhaps I should go see if I can find a few of them mulling about... or... no I suppose I should be here in case any of them do decide to be punctual."

She's just going to... sip her tea... and try not to let an irritated twitch show at the corner of her mouth. (OOC: Make sure to also hit up this post as well.)

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[hostclubshadowking]

"Give it a few more minutes, Lady Maribelle." Kyouya closed the pocketwatch he'd purchased with some of his funds. "If they are idling around and need to be rounded up, please allow me to do that. It would hardly do to have our captain being put in such a position."

It was easy to say, and it was a task he was willing to take on. No different than finding errant members of the Host Club. The vice-president (or second-in-command here, whatever it was called) could take on those tasks so the person in charge -- be it Tamaki or Maribelle -- could know that all was taken care of and they could concentrate their efforts where it really mattered.

[grizzly_tea]

"Very well Kyouya. If they do not arrive within the next half hour, I shall leave it to you to go collect them." She figured a half hour would at least give them enough time for those who were still falling behind. Still, she never really imagined that on the many roads of her life, one road would lead her into becoming a ship's captain. Most of the funds that she had come to this world with would need to be invested in the acquisition of their ship, and supplies. One thing she would make quite certain of was that her Captain's Quarters would at least come well furnished.

[hostclubshadowking]

Kyouya nodded politely. The journal this place had been set aside for this matter, though he kept it close. There was no telling when it might come in handy. Instead he had a smaller book that had, so far, proven to be entirely non-magical. (He'd bought quite a few, actually, to last him awhile. And, well, now he was starting to get back into his long-practiced habit of spending most of his time jotting down notes in it.) What did he read? Well. He kept that to himself. Notes, reminders, names and dates. Anything of note.

"I'm sure they will be here. First meetings, especially in so large of groups, tend to be a little bit chaotic."

[grizzly_tea]

Maribelle did take a certain level of delight in seeing Kyouya's attention to details shining through in just about everything he did. It mad her job so much easier, as well as secure him with one of the most influential and important roles on her ship. She sometimes absently wondered what forms of notes he took in those notebooks he acquired, but she figured it was most likely little things like requisitions for dried meats and other foods for their voyage.

"Hopefully, it won't be too chaotic but I do have a few contingencies in place if things get too... rowdy." Like should the bar suddenly explode into an ambush full of pirates, she had an escape route for them planned, with easy access all the way to the harbor.

[hostclubshadowking]

"Oh, I doubt it will be anything too hectic," Kyouya responded in his mild, even tone. He smiled a little. "At my school, I was the vice-president of a club." He'd mentioned that, as part of his credentials. "Our first meeting -- and there were only six of us -- had the difficulty of multiple years and personalities having to mesh together."

He expected similar difficulties here, especially since they had little in common except a prospective leader and being pulled into this situation suddenly.

[celestial_wizard]

Punctuality is Lucy's middle name! ...

Okay, no it isn't, but she was still on time. A few seconds behind the first regular to swagger in, Lucy pushes open the door, casting a swift glance around and breathing a side of relief. Not too crowded, surprisingly! "Maribelle!" She greeted the other girl with a bright smile, and gave the fellow at her side a curious glance on her way over.

[grizzly_tea]

Maribelle glanced back up when she heard her name called out and just positively beamed when she saw the now familiar blond hair of Lucy Heartfilia. "Lucy darling! I'm so glad you made it!" She was tempted to jump out of her seat and give her a great big hug, but decided against it for... tactful reasons. It wouldn't do after all for her to show too much favoritism for what was more or less a job interview. She caught the glance towards Kyouya, and then remembered that Lucy had as of yet met her first mate and second in command.

"Ah! Allow me to introduce my associate and first mate, Otori Kyouya. A gentleman of exceptional breeding who I have signed on to help handle many of the important details regarding our crew. Kyouya, this is Lucy Heartfilia, a personal friend of mine and a mage from the Fairy Tail guild."

[hostclubshadowking]

Kyouya assessed the situation quickly before he was even spoken to. The posture and expression of Maribelle told him volumes. He rose from his seat, offering a polite -- though not nearly as low or formal as when he'd met Maribelle -- bow at the waist and then offering his hand in the more Western greeting.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Heartfilia."

[celestial_wizard]

Lucy was used to people being that friendly after only knowing her a short while. It was just their personality. She had to fight the urge to curtsey in response to the bow, smiling warmly instead. "It's a pleasure, Kyouya." She reached out to shake his hand in turn, glancing towards Maribelle, "I found one of my guildmates as well. Is it all right if she joins with us?"

[grizzly_tea]

Maribelle knew all too well that it wasn't their personality that caused them to befriend Lucy so quickly, but Lucy's herself. She had the same sort of loving care and warmth in her personality that her best friend Lissa possessed, a quality she thought she'd never find in another soul. It was the kind of personality that could make the most beloved of queens or the greatest of friends, and Maribelle was all too happy to include her in her crew.

"Ah yes! I do believe I know who you are referring to. The one who was so helplessly smitten with that other guildmate of yours you were looking for, Gray?" Juvia on the other hand was kind of a piece of work. She reminded Maribelle a little bit too much of Tharja's obsession with their tactician, but she was hoping that Juvia was at least slightly more sane. "If you will vouch for her my dear, I certainly have no qualms about having her along. As I recall I even had given her an invite to meet with us today, but I see she did not arrive here with you."

/threadjacks

[drizzling]

It was almost like it was right on cue. Not too long after Lucy arrived, Juiva came skidding in after.

"Sorry Juvia is late, she got held up!"

With a certain annoying pirate no Lucy it's not what you think sob. She turned her head to Maribelle, then Kyouya, then Lucy, waiting for someone to respond back. Oh. She was also invited. Right?

Right?

[justicereigns]

Smoker was already there, but hiding in a darkened, quiet corner. Far from being a "people person," Smoker had trouble getting along with almost anyone and pirates even less. And there are way too many damn pirates in this place for him to be anything but twitchy.

He takes note of the young blonde and Kyouya, but he stays in his corner, assessing the situation and waiting before making a move. Is he the oldest person in this group? Have any of them even sailed before? So far it's looking less like he joined a justice brigade and more like he just signed on to be willingly bossed around by a bunch of noble teenagers.

Fuck his life.

He's still pretty battered from his last four encounters not even twenty-four hours before showing up here in this world, and they're taking a little while to heal. He's just going to drink his rum and be annoyed at how weak it is. Pirates are weak.

[grizzly_tea]

There's this sort of... nagging sensation in the back of Maribelle's mind like someone or something is missing. She was certain there was a voice in this tavern she'd heard before but couldn't quite put her finger on because it was so low, gruff, and out of the way. Someone somewhere in this tavern had that voice so Maribelle was trying to envision what sort of person it could belong to.

It wasn't until most of everyone else had gone that she got up to look for the owner of a voice she'd only barely heard and could have well imagined. Seemingly in the corner of the bar looking like he didn't want to be talked to was the tall gruff marine, and Maribelle hesitantly made her way to his table.

"Excuse me sir... I hope I'm not bothering you but... are you perhaps the vice-admiral?"

[justicereigns]

"I am," he gave a gruff nod in return. "And you're Lady Maribelle, I take it?" He gestured across the table. "Take a seat, Miss."

Grumpy, arrogant, and kind of an asshole or not, he could try to be polite. When he wanted to. Which wasn't often, but he was making an exception for now, since so far this girl seemed to be one of the few people with an actually decent head on her shoulders.

Hopefully she doesn't mind the incredibly scarred and battered condition he's in.

[grizzly_tea]

"That I am, thank you." Maribelle almost sighs in relief when she finds out she had pegged him correctly for being who he was. She had of course met and known her fair share of gruff and grumpy soldiers, but given all the bandages and scars on this man, she couldn't exactly blame him if he was extra grumpy. When she takes her seat she stops briefly considering whether or not it would be rude of her to pry into his personal affairs.

"Vice-Admiral... if I may be so bold as to ask... how exactly did you come to be as wounded as you are right now? Were you ambushed when you arrived here? Or... was this perhaps something that happened in your own world?" She was already starting to rummage around for her mend staff... just in case he wasn't too prideful to accept some medical attention. It wouldn't really do to have one of her most competent members of her crew to be limping around the ship.

[justicereigns]

Smoker pinched the bridge between his eyes. "My own world. It's a long-ass story, but I had to deal with a lot of fights in a very short time period." Four. Four haki users, two shichibukai or former, depending on whatever Law and Doflamingo did now, three devil fruit users, one fellow vice admiral, and he'd had his heart stolen and had to deal with seastone, being stuck in his second command's body, and fighting dragons, lack of oxygen and straight up gaseous poison. All within less than twenty-four hours.

Yeah.

He needed another drink.

"I guess I should feel lucky to be alive, but given one of enemies who was with me doesn't remember any of it, and none are my men are here, and I still have to call in reports to Headquarters whenever the time-shit sorts out, I'm not really feeling it right now. Sorry."

[spiritua]

Colette had already tried flying back home to no avail. It really seemed that she'd need to join a group and go on a new journey, in order to return. She missed her friends dearly, but that just meant she had to work harder, right?

She entered the tavern and glanced around, before smiling.

"Are you Miss Maribelle?"

[grizzly_tea]

Maribelle glanced up at the arrival of the blonde haired woman.

"Ah yes, I am indeed Maribelle." Yet she was fairly certain that as of yet she had not spoken to this person before. "You must be one of the people that Kyouya spoke to?" Unless she happened to be one of the people who had simply overheard from someone else that Maribelle was assembling the most honorable crew in port.

"A pleasure to meet you."

[spiritua]

"It's nice to meet you, too! I did speak to Mr. Kyouya---my name is Colette Brunel." She sat down at the table. "I think the goals of this crew are really, really honorable. I was really happy to hear about it."

[grizzly_tea]

It was apparent that this young woman was really impressed by Maribelle's ideals. Otherwise she just liked to use the word really a lot. "I'm honored to hear that you think so Miss Brunel. Won't you please sit down? If you would like to join our crew it would be beneficial to discuss your capabilities, and what position you might fill on our ship."

[spohkh]

[Spock walks into the tavern... looking around curiously.

He orders a tea and sits down at the table.]

[grizzly_tea]

[Maribelle happens to be sporting her own cup of tea, and looks to the Vulcan with curiosity etched on her face. Normally only Manaketes had pointed ears like that in her world, but it was hard to say with so many other worlds.]

Excuse me sir... are you perhaps here to inquire about a position on our maiden voyage?

[spohkh]

Indeed.
I understand that you are Miss Maribelle, correct?

[Spock had done his research, and he needed to be on a crew that wasn't dictate by pirates.]

[grizzly_tea]

Yes, I am indeed Maribelle. Might I inquire as to who you are good sir? Perhaps also what manner of qualifications you have as well.

[She won't turn anyone away who wishes to not be part of a pirate crew. Yet it would still be nice to have some people with talent in her crew.]

[spohkh]

[Spock sips his tea...]

I am Commander Spock of the Starship Enterprise, where I serve as its First Officer and Chief of Science. I have no... sailing experience, however, as a Vulcan, I can assure you that I learn at a rapid pace.