Crew of the Mistress. You know. The real pirates.

[justguidelines]

Who: The Crew of Triton's Mistress.
Where: ...The...Triton's Mistress. 8|
When: Sept 16 - Sept 21 (early in the day/pre-storm)
What: Well, they have to get to know each other at some point.
Warnings: No doubt PG-13 at the most. Will update as needed. o/
Style: Prose or action, pick yer poison.
Status: Open to the crew! And possibly to attack (ping us!).



[OOC: Doing another catch-all for crew shinanigans! Start your own threads with the days in the headers and go wild. Mingle, be merry.

Stay out of the rum.]

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Day Before the Storm

[elissacousland]

Elissa was taking a break from the galley. After all, cooking for a crew of six wasn't that difficult when her entire adventuring party during the Blight had numbered closer to twelve at the most - if you included Bodahn and Sandal. Shale hadn't needed to eat, but still.

It was nice to be out in the air and the sun, so she turned her face up into it for a moment to let the sunshine warm her skin. When she opened her eyes, she paused and squinted across the expanse of water. Very suddenly, she darted forward and yelled, "Sails, Captain! Off the port side traveling north-northeast!"

18th Late Night

[arcadiasailor]

[Harlock's pulled watch duty which is just find by him. He's doing a bit stargazing, as the clouds that were foretasted for the next morning had not yet set in. Mi-kun's curled up on his lap.]

18th Late Night

[elissacousland]

[Elissa's steps are very nearly silent as she emerges from below decks, but the yawn that she stifles behind one hand is not. She is dressed for the day with her hair newly plaited and coiled. Though a sleepy look lingers upon her features that makes her look younger than normal, she carries herself somewhat stiffly, the hand not covering her mouth pressing lightly to her side.

Spying Harlock and his cat, the cook of the Mistress makes her way in his direction.]

Tis too early yet for it to seem morning, but as it is after midnight, that is the greeting I shall offer. Good morning, ser.

Re: 18th Late Night

[arcadiasailor]

Morning, it's rather early for you to be up already.
[He's seen here in passing. It's a small crew for a ship this size and despite that he's not sure he's seen the others.]

[elissacousland]

Yes, that it is, but my sleep was disturbed as it sometimes is. Rather than risk oversleeping, I decided to start the day.

[She reaches over toward Mi-kun's ears as if to pet the cat.]

Your name is Harlock, is it not? I am Elissa.

[arcadiasailor]

[He nods in conformation. Mi-kun purs. He can think of a few things that would keep a person from sleep.] Pleasure to meet you Elissa.
Well it's a nice night for stargazing if the ghost are going to keep you wake.

[elissacousland]

I had hoped such things would not continue now that I am here, but it seems that I am not to be spared. [Her expression is wry rather than troubled.]

May I sit with you? [She nods to the cat.] Who is your friend?

[arcadiasailor]

Sure,as much being on watch gives time to watch the night sky it is along shift. [It's to much to hope he'll spot something that doesn't belong like an artificial satellite. Something to tell him there's a way to the stars he knows.]

Her name's Mi-kun, she belongs to a good friend. I couldn't in good mind leave her in port to fend for herself.

[elissacousland]

[Elissa eases down to sit by the man, her torso held rather stiffly. Once she is settled, she reaches to the cat again, continuing with her ear scritching.]

We had cats in the castle to help keep down the mice, but my personal pet was a rather large dog. That does not mean I dislike cats, however. Greetings, Mi'kun.

[The young woman faintly smiles.] Tell me about yourself, Harlock? I am certain someone with a coat like that must have an interesting story or two to tell.

Sept 16 late night

[fabnguns]

[How well do the crew sleep? Cuz well, surprisingly Boris doesn't really make any sounds as he patrols the ship. His ungloved hand reaching out to just feel the wood and the fine craftsmanship that was put into this ship. He is still isn't used to this world, for one the time changes is so messed up compared to Wonderland. How did Alice coupe with the time changes like this?

He was wide awake as he wonders onto the deck and sniffs the sea air. Just where are they? There was no faceless and.... Does the Joker have reign out here as well? He goes to sit down on a random spot on the deck, summoning his gun in order to polish it deep in thought......

.......

......... He needs to shoot something and he needs to do it now. All this deep thinking isn't him at all and so was being a little on the anti-social side..... He should meet the other crew members, especially since he is stuck out here with them. Well, the others besides their most badass captain cause holy cow! IF ANYONE WAS A PIRATE, IT WAS THE CAPTAIN!]

Nyaaaaan, it too quiet here.... What is a cat suppose to do to keep himself entertained?

Sept 16 late night

[elissacousland]

From below decks a muffled noise can be heard - quiet, but almost distressed, and barely audible over the sounds of the ship. It happens only once and does not seem to gain the attention of anyone actually sleeping in the cabins. The weather is mild, the Mistress is hardly disturbed by the sea, so there would be no reason for anyone to feel ill.

However, after another moment, the noise happens again.

Sept 16 late night

[fabnguns]

Eh? That doesn't sound good. Boris' ears perked forward and towards the sound as his green eye glows a little in the moonlight. Where is that sound coming from? When that sound happens again, Boris instantly gets up and goes to see if he can find the source.

He wasn't sure what it was as he hand grips his gun quite protectively. If it was an intruder, he will get his wish to shoot at something. If not.... Welp, hopefully it will stop and soon.

[elissacousland]

Relative silence fell again until another noise emerged from below decks. The sound was coming from one of the cabins closer to the fore. The one belonging to the sole female aboard the ship. The next noise was quieter than the others, but it was followed by another that was half-sob and half-pain.

"No. No. Not again. No."

[fabnguns]

'No, not again?'..... Just what is going on with this female? But then.... THAT sound was heard as well!

He can't take that sound! No matter what, he can't take the sound of crying.

With a very long and annoyed sigh, Boris puts his gun away in order to start moving towards the cabins. It was easy to find her door because hello, only female and therefore only one with the feminine scent. He pauses at her door before going to ever so quietly open it in order to take a quick peek inside. Both ears are still perked forward in alert mode.

[elissacousland]

Elissa is sitting up in her bed now, mostly awake. Her brown hair has been fashioned into one long plait for the night and it hangs forward over her shoulder and the thin, linen shift she'd purchased for sleeping. She is too lost in the memories of her nightmare to notice Boris despite her unusually high perception.

With her head bowed, the ship's cook wipes at her face with both hands and her torso shudders with the tears she is trying to suppress.

[fabnguns]

Awwww crap! He knows those movements. He knows them very well. Boris goes to pace a little, fretting and wondering what he should do. This woman wasn't Alice and he wasn't sure how she would react to him but.....

He really can't leave her like this now that he has seen her......

He goes to walk towards her now, his chains lightly clanking with the movement, pausing in front of her, he lightly reaches out with his fingerless gloved hand to try and lightly touch her chin and to tip her chin up towards him. He just takes a half second to study her face, laying his ears flat against his head as he leans down to try now to lick at her tears with his cat tongue.

There there now..... Stop crying..... Please?

[elissacousland]

At first, Elissa thinks Boris might be some stray part of her dream, but she does not remember anyone like him being present at the Castle Cousland massacre. She thinks she remembers him from the mess hall, (a man of his coloring with cat ears and a tail would hardly be usual), but her mind is still clouded with memories both real and nightmare-induced.

The Warden has no objection to the fact that he entered her room without invitation. She knows just how much noise a Grey Warden can make when sleeping and she will not be surprised if half the ship begins to complain if the nightmares become regular.

Elissa also does not try to stop Boris when he touches her chin and tilts her head up to look at her tear-stained face. When he leans closer, however, she very nearly pulls away in alarm for fear he will try to kiss her, but his aim is higher than her mouth, so she permits his intrusion - Perhaps he intends to give a kiss to her brow in comfort?

When his tongue actually touches to her face, her eyes widen and she does pull back. Something about him tasting her tears seems more intimate than a kiss. "What are you doing?"

before the storm

[goldcomplex]

[Artemis is being his usual social self by checking out the ship more than talking to actual people. He's writing some notes down for himself; lack of modern technology means he can't simply take pictures and jot down notes electronically. Ah well; he can manage.

He really should be actually meeting people but it looks like he'll only do so by bumping into people on the way.] Ah - excuse me.

[elissacousland]

[Thankfully, Elissa has good balance and reflexes, so she manages to keep hold of the captain's meal tray despite the bump in the cramped passageway. Eyeing Artemis and the narrowness of the stairs, she purses her mouth and pushes the tray over their heads to allow them both a better chance of passing.]

Maker willing, we shall have a larger ship in future. I grow tired of being unable to stand up straight unless I come here to the stairs or go to the main deck.

[goldcomplex]

If we find the amount needed to buy one, yes. [And if everyone is willing to pitch in equal amounts. Debatable.] It's the best we can do at this point. Better than attempting to hide away from the natives on land.

[elissacousland]

True, true, but I sometimes swear this ship was made for a crew of dwarves. It does not help me in the least that the deck with the galley has the lowest ceiling of all the other decks. [She pauses in her small tirade to get a better look at Artemis.] How old are you? If... you do not find the question ill-mannered.

[And, with that, she offers him one of her most beguiling smiles.]

[goldcomplex]

[His lips twitch a bit. A crew made of dwarfs. As far as Artemis knows, a dwarf is more interested in the earth than the sea.]

I just turned fifteen. [Technically, that is. It's complicated.]

[elissacousland]

Younger than your bearing. You carry yourself well, young man. You are the one who gave reply to my inquiry about an artist, are you not?

[Elissa grimaces and shifts the tray so that it balances upon one hand, the other lowering to gently touch to her side.]

[goldcomplex]

I was. [He looks up briefly over his sunglasses.] You should set the tray down if you're injured.

[elissacousland]

Easier said than done, I fear. Duty is duty, after all.

[Still, she cautiously lowers herself and the tray by bending her knees instead of bending her waist. The captain's meal is left upon an upper step to make it easier to retrieve in a moment.]

Could I convince you to draw something for me? Pen and ink would be fine. Or do you prefer to work with paint?