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high_seas2013-11-10 11:53 am
elissacousland) wrote in high_seas2013-11-10 11:53 am
Meet Your New Mistress - CLOSED
Who: The Crew of the Triton's Mistress in all of our ragtag glory! (And Guests!)
Where: The Triton's Mistress
When: Nov 10 IC, However long it takes - OOC
What: TheHazing Welcome of New Crew Members AKA Haytham and Ban Arrive By Nav
Warnings: Barbossa in lingerie. No, wait! That was my last nightmare. Uhm, none? Maybe?
Style: Whatever you like best. Mix-and-match here.
Status: Ongoing - CLOSED to crew of the Mistress and the Murderess
Elissa had warned the crew ahead of time about the two newcomers who would be arriving, soaking wet, via the Nav. After all, Ban and Haytham were going to have to swim from their little island to where the Larrikin Deuce was wrecked on a nearby reef to get back to the strange machine.
She had also prepared a little welcome for the pair which included plenty of rum, snacks, and... just a few tests. The Grey Warden had all but issued invitations to those aboard both the Mistress and the Murderess with Barbossa's grumpy blessing, no less. As long as she kept to the rules of the Code nailed to the Captain's door and their shenanigans didn't disturb him overly much, she should stay on his good side. Sort of.
Dressed in her sailor's garb of rolled-up linen pants, linen tunic, her belt, and back harness with her swords, she paced, barefoot, along the deck. "HARLOCK! BORIS! MISHA! AZULA! ARTEMIS! Come on! Boris, did you get the linens? They shall be soaked and will need to dry off."
Where: The Triton's Mistress
When: Nov 10 IC, However long it takes - OOC
What: The
Warnings: Barbossa in lingerie. No, wait! That was my last nightmare. Uhm, none? Maybe?
Style: Whatever you like best. Mix-and-match here.
Status: Ongoing - CLOSED to crew of the Mistress and the Murderess
Elissa had warned the crew ahead of time about the two newcomers who would be arriving, soaking wet, via the Nav. After all, Ban and Haytham were going to have to swim from their little island to where the Larrikin Deuce was wrecked on a nearby reef to get back to the strange machine.
She had also prepared a little welcome for the pair which included plenty of rum, snacks, and... just a few tests. The Grey Warden had all but issued invitations to those aboard both the Mistress and the Murderess with Barbossa's grumpy blessing, no less. As long as she kept to the rules of the Code nailed to the Captain's door and their shenanigans didn't disturb him overly much, she should stay on his good side. Sort of.
Dressed in her sailor's garb of rolled-up linen pants, linen tunic, her belt, and back harness with her swords, she paced, barefoot, along the deck. "HARLOCK! BORIS! MISHA! AZULA! ARTEMIS! Come on! Boris, did you get the linens? They shall be soaked and will need to dry off."