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high_seas2013-12-17 09:52 am
maskedtyrant) wrote in high_seas2013-12-17 09:52 am
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Sinewave's Curse
Who: Crew of the Sinewave
Where: Port Chance/open ocean upon the Sinewave
When: December 15th through 21st
What: Cold Curse event upon the Sinewave--or, a week where five very cold and annoyed women are trapped on a ship with two teenage boys and a substantial amount of alcohol. Hello, new crewmate! Here's what you're getting into.
Warnings: See above. Otherwise, nothing yet!
[It is the morning of the sixteenth, and Codi has tried pretty much everything she can think of to stave off the chill of what was a pleasantly temperate isle. She's bundled in as many layers as she can comfortably wear, mopped and cleaned the entire ship to get her blood moving, tried heating blankets with the electricity in her hands, even pondered starting a fire in the hold until she realized how terrible an idea that was, but nothing works and it is driving her absolutely nuts.]
[Eventually she succumbs to heating herself from the inside--by refilling and nursing a flask of rum. Some time later it is empty again and, apart from being slightly drunk, Codi feels no different.]
[This. Is. Insufferable! The ginger rampages about the Sinewave, shuffling through the stores for blankets, kerosene, anything, making quite a racket as she goes.]
Why the hell is it so fucking cold?!
((OOC: Mingle and such! Either react to Codi or set up a new thread for the other days, conversations, whatever works!))
Where: Port Chance/open ocean upon the Sinewave
When: December 15th through 21st
What: Cold Curse event upon the Sinewave--or, a week where five very cold and annoyed women are trapped on a ship with two teenage boys and a substantial amount of alcohol. Hello, new crewmate! Here's what you're getting into.
Warnings: See above. Otherwise, nothing yet!
[It is the morning of the sixteenth, and Codi has tried pretty much everything she can think of to stave off the chill of what was a pleasantly temperate isle. She's bundled in as many layers as she can comfortably wear, mopped and cleaned the entire ship to get her blood moving, tried heating blankets with the electricity in her hands, even pondered starting a fire in the hold until she realized how terrible an idea that was, but nothing works and it is driving her absolutely nuts.]
[Eventually she succumbs to heating herself from the inside--by refilling and nursing a flask of rum. Some time later it is empty again and, apart from being slightly drunk, Codi feels no different.]
[This. Is. Insufferable! The ginger rampages about the Sinewave, shuffling through the stores for blankets, kerosene, anything, making quite a racket as she goes.]
Why the hell is it so fucking cold?!
((OOC: Mingle and such! Either react to Codi or set up a new thread for the other days, conversations, whatever works!))