[Log || 002] Setting sail!

[mostattitude]

Who: Hazardous Materials (plus some Queen's Gambit & Brave Vesperia maybe?)
Where: On the seas! Somewhere.
When: 3/13 - 3/23
What: Learning how to sail this thing, meeting each other, prepping for Navy battles!
Warnings: Too much awesomeness on one ship.
Style: Any!
Status: Mostly closed.


General sailing log for the next week or so! Randomness and fun times and whatever we want!

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[waywithmachines]

Memo to me, work on an inter species translator, stat. Or maybe it would be easier if I could somehow develop a camera --though then I would have to deal with the negatives...Unless I could also create flash memory--

No wait I got it!

[it's a simple solution really! He scoots up to the rigging and peers at the dragon through the ropes. Since it can't fly unless someone was manipulating the tail, it was obvious that brains had triumped over animalistic instinct]

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless watches, perhaps somewhat eagerly, to see where Donatello goes next. He tilts his head, and then looks around before moving towards the mast, leaping up onto the horizontal beam closest to the rigging Donatello has nested along.

He paws at it with a stubby claw as though trying to test its weight. If all else fails, he'll just shake the turtle out from where he's hiding.]

[waywithmachines]

[he's got a better grip on the netting then that. But he also gets the feeling that he's not going to be able to draw this thing unless it's asleep or something.

But, well, he guesses he can at least observe how it moves and commit it to memory. Also maybe check its relative intelligence? This in mind, he drops the sketchpad to land with a clatter on the deck

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless pauses, glancing down at the sketchpad as it falls down onto the deck. He looks between that and Donatello before leaning over the beam to leap back down.

He circles around the sketchbook, nudging it with a claw, peering upwards again to see if Donatello has any intentions of coming back down for it. If not, then he'll snatch it up in his mouth and hop back up the mast again.]