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[onetrackminds]

Who: The crew of the Oargy
Where: On the ship! They're in the North East currently, near Himmelen, but that may change.
When: All of March
What: Everything.
Warnings: None yet! I'll edit if it becomes necessary, which is likely.
Style: You choose.
Status: closed

[ooc: Everyone behave, now. Or, you know, not.]

Comments

[onetrackminds]

[he turns towards her, briefly shielding his face with an arm, for all the good it does.]

You look half-drowned. Some warmer clothes might help, you know.

[says the one in his sleepwear.]

[shipper_on_deck]

At least I know how to swim. [a quip, but then she grumbles.] Some better weather might be nice.

[onetrackminds]

I don't know much about sailing, but I think if you have to swim on deck, it's time to abandon ship. And I like rain.

[shipper_on_deck]

[...that gets a chuckle] What, for all you know we sailors could be racing in that. The first one to make a lap, fore and aft, wins.

[onetrackminds]

If that's what sailors did, you would have made Hawke do it already. While naked, probably.

[shipper_on_deck]

....That is the best idea I've ever heard from you. Thank you, Anders.

[onetrackminds]

[hey, she'll get a smile for that.]

You might want to wait until the weather clears. You'll see better, then.

[shipper_on_deck]

[grinning] Don't pretend you wouldn't be just as interested in watching that kind of spectacle.

[onetrackminds]

It would be entertaining, at least.

[he'd very much like to see that, in fact.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[hmmm] Convincing him won't take that much. [not with rum. And double-dog dares.]

[onetrackminds]

He's always willing to show off.

[shipper_on_deck]

Why, are you complaining?

[onetrackminds]

Not exactly.