high_seas | March Mingle

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March Mingle

Who: The Sinewave and Triton's Mistress (Sinewave's Mistress? Triton's Sinewave?...)
Where: Gun Frontier, the ocean (headed south).
When: From 3/7 to 3/13-ish, possibly longer.
What: All-purpose mingle for the Mistress/Sinewave alliance at the start of March! Records the formal meeting of their crews and subsequent journey to the southern oceans, in pursuit of one of the Eight Captains (who they find in another log, stay tuned for that).
Warnings: Probably language and mild amounts of crazy, will update if needed.
Style: Whatever strikes your fancy!
Status: Open to crews of the Sinewave, Mistress, and any recruits they happen to get between 3/9 and 3/13.

It's a mingle! Please specify where you are (Gun Frontier, either of the ships involved on the open ocean) and when it happens in the header. Feel free to make subthreads for parties or other large gatherings if you'd like.

Enjoy!

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Elissa, now swinging from a loose line she'd managed to grab in order to stay aboard, was torn between glaring at Codi and laughing. The woman was dampened from the spray of foam, but amusement won out after seeing Haytham's reaction. She avoided a small crate that slid a few more feet on the sea foam before dropping to the deck once again to tend to the loose line that had kept her from being knocked overboard.

"Have you sailed a ship before, Haytham Kenway?" Elissa teasingly called in defense of the captain.

"An enchanted helmet! You can craft such things?" Elissa asks as she takes a step closer and offers the man her hand in the way she's seen Haytham do when meeting people. "I am Elissa Cousland. I did not mean to startle you. We've not much time to prepare you for battle, but I will gladly try to help, if you've a favored weapon."

Curiously tilting her head, the woman adds, "What are laze-ers?"

The creatures are certainly odd, but... they are not attacking. In fact, Elissa stills her blades as the smaller one comes closer to her ankles in a curious and affectionate way. How odd.

Very slowly, the armored woman lowers her weapons as she allows the little raptor to inspect the ankles of her boots, though she is warily watching the beast. It is behaving in a way that is almost catlike to her bemusement.

"You are a strange little thing. Not quite bird and not quite lizard. Almost like a tiny, feathered dragon."

[Grey Wardens have tremendous appetites and Elissa is no exception. Despite the fact that she isn't an overly large human by any stretch of the imagination, she can easily eat enough for three to four people her size. With her belly gnawing at her thanks to the delicious smells from below, the young woman follows her nose to the scent, her expression one of near bliss.]

What is that amazing smell?

That, bouncing on his toes while looking between Elissa and Codi, perhaps gave away the answer before he spoke it.

"I haven't."

Wait for it, you don't get off that easily!

"But, I believe I could manage to keep us on a straight heading regardless."

"Actually it's a dis-enchanting. It's to keep magic from entering but - YES! That's my specialty where I'm from." At least one of his specialties, Crocker takes the offered hand, "Denzel Crocker, Ms. Cousland." Denzel wasn't sure if she was married or not."

She is apologizing for having had startled him, that's a first!

"What weapon do you suggest?"

Denzel scratches the side of his head, how to explain lasers? "They're a focal point of concentrated light." Which doesn't sound horrible but that is besides the point since the lasers Crocker is speaking of could cut you in half.

Elissa takes a mental measure of the man. After seeing him with the butcher knife, she's rather reluctant to suggest any sort of blade.

"How does one wield a laser?" is her inquisitive question. "Perhaps we can begin from there, if that is your weapon of preference. I have not heard of this thing, but we may have something that is similarly wielded?"

"That's just a plain silly question, with a nozzle and trigger." At least a silly question to Crocker. However, in other words the design is somewhat gun-like.

His eye-widen, of course he hadn't thought of the most commen sense thing and he smacks his hand against his face in distaught with a few ha-ah like be most be absent-minded.

"A.. trigger? There are some guns aboard the Mistress, if you think you could handle one. I have had a few lessons with a repeating rifle, but I will be the first to admit that I need more practice before I am proficient with one. Blades are my thing," Elissa confessed as she pointed to the longsword and short sword in the harness upon her back with a gloved thumb. "And I can also use a bow."

Mmmm. I'm not exactly sure. I've been reading books from other worlds. [Though Crocker is still attempting to find a book about his world, that has to be out there somewhere!]

Repeating rifle? Crocker had to think for a moment before his mind falling on history books, oh right! Repeating rifle! "Oh! Like in the Old America West! Is there one around here?" After all, he's not one to wander much as he does tend to keep to himself.

Crocker laughs nervously and pulls the front of his shirt collar with a finger, as he's reminded she is not one to mess with.

"I suppose I could try."

There's a brief pause, "Any reason why you prefer blades?"

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[She went to put the tray down, looking over.]

Then what weapon is it that you usually use then? [She was kind of curious.]

Rusty the raptor doesn't understand what Elissa has just said, but she does trill some kind of reply at the sound of her voice while she weaves between Elissa's legs. She's clearly very accustomed to human contact; her sister Mittens is a bit more cautious about her affections, but she also edges closer the longer Elissa isn't overtly hostile.

"I see you've found my first-mates!"

Both lizards snap to attention. Codi's made it to the docks at this point and is standing expectantly by the edge.

"You're..." she squints and shifts her shoulders. "...Elissa, right? From the Mistress?"

Codi passes a knowing smirk in Elissa's direction. Very good.

"Your effort is admirable, Haytham," the Captain says slowly, reaching out to pat her borrowed quartermaster on the shoulder. "Now, why don't you go help Akira get everything on-deck back in order? It's an absolute sty out there!"

[Hachiken has his hands wrist deep in dough, kneading it.]

I'm making pizza for dinner. You're smelling the yeast from the bread, or maybe the sauce on the stove.

In amusement, Elissa replied, "That is much the same phrase that Captain Harlock used to describe the atmosphere are Gun Frontier, so... yes. I suppose the 'Old West' is a good analogy for those who are familiar with it. I have one in my cabin, if you think you could make use of it. Quite a remarkable weapon, really. It makes me lament the fact that I had nothing of the sort at my disposal while fighting the Darkspawn."

As if to clarify, she added, "We do not have guns in my homeland. Crossbows are the closest thing."

The armored woman slides her dagger into the harness upon her back, but keeps her sword out - just in case. "Elissa Cousland, yes. Are these things... pets?" she called in uncertainty. "I wasn't certain what to make of them when I received no answer to my calls except their screeches."

[Have a Warden 'inspecting' your galley, Hachiken, as Elissa snoops around and follows her nose to find the scent that pulled her here. She leans over the sauce and softly inhales, her expression shifting to something almost reverent.]

Oh, this smells wonderful. Tis a sauce, you said? For what? What is pizza?

[Oh, look. There's cheese here. And is that an apple? Taking both of them, she begins to nibble, leaning one hip on his kneading surface as she awaits an answer.]

Elissa knew better than to grin, she really did, but it was so hard not to do so. She would simply have to make it up to Haytham, later. Maybe. Codi was the recipient of an absolutely delighted grin from the Warden when the captain told Haytham to help clean up.

Ducking her head, she went back to tending the lines, but she was hard-pressed not to laugh.

My assault rifle? Well, I don't have it with me. I was only left with my service weapon, here--and that's not suitable for most forms of combat. [Still, she had drinks and that was what was important. Archer relaxed his arm and released his bowstring.]

Both of you, BOTH, are getting that look that like the putrid stench of rotten eggs had drifted up from the bowels of the ship. The deck was a sty and whose fault is that?

He does step down with out further protest but, how much cleaning he actually does... well, Haytham's always been a bit more managerial than the type to do manual labor. At least he does secure a few of the loose canon balls, those being dangerous enough rolling around on deck to gain his attention.

"Oh?" Crocker's eyes narrow in thought behind his glasses, interesting, "It sounds as if Captain Harlock is also from an Earth." Rather an Earth that may be similar in history anyways.

Denzel laughs nervously for a moment, it is better than being completely defenseless and the man has a decent shot of being able to use a repeating rifle, "I would actually. Why don't you show me to your cabin?"

There is something kind of creepy about the why don't you sentence.

"Ah. That would make perfect sense!"

Right. 'Creeeepy' as Alistair would say. Elissa quickly did a mental review of her cabin in an effort to remember if there was anything incriminating in plain sight when she last left it.

"Very well," she decided, pivoting to face the stairs the led below decks. "Just keep in mind that the weapon is mine and that I would like it back in much the same state as when I hand it to you."

At least Elissa, Crocker has no interest in you. If you know what I mean in that way. He's perfectly taken by someone who doesn't love him back, in his home world.

Crocker follows obediently, "Yes mother!" Crocker squawks out rather nervous without thinking, I mean... Yes, Ms. Cousland."

Then lets out a few nervous laughs.

"If you insist upon using titles, you could call me 'Lady Cousland' or even 'Warden' as I am a Grey Warden," she laughed in response to the strange fellow. "But Elissa would be fine as well."

Pausing before her door, Elissa opened it and ducked her head inside to take a look around. Great. Poet-like shirt with frilly cuffs on the chair is obviously too big to belong to her, but Crocker probably won't notice. The bed is a mess and there is a red hair ribbon tangled up below the edge of the pillow. "Ah... just wait here," she decided after a moment. Better to be safe than sorry where attempts at discretion were concerned.

"Lady Cousland it is... What is with everyone wanting to be on 'first name bases'?" Crocker wonders out-loud to himself.

Pausing at the outside side of the door, Crocker's gaze looks up at the sky,

"Mmmm? Oh! I wasn't expecting to follow you in."

That would be awkward and lacking of manners, however if there had been a fairy in there. That's a different story.

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