[Log || 004] Empieza and Aeolipile

[mostattitude]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Isla Empieza first, then sailing to Aeolipile Isle!
When: 4/1 - 4/28
What: Picking up new crew members and recovering from the Navy battle! Plus shenanigans.
Warnings: DRAGON!!! But no, nothing really. Probably.
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're on Isla Empieza and want to hang out!


This is our April log of awesomeness! Date your threads accordingly and probably include a location. This is the plan for now:

4/1-4/10: Hanging around IE, grabbing Cynthia, STUFF.
4/11-4/15: Sailing to Aeolipile!
4/16-4/28: Aeolipile craziness.

HAVE AT!

Comments

[anelegantmyth]

You know what? That's exactly what I did when I first arrived here.

The people were too scared of a girl dressed in all black, who walked around with creatures they couldn't seem to understand. So instead of trying to understand who I was, they branded me a witch and I ended up living in a cave for a month. From there, I nearly lost hope.

[She gives the other a reassuring smile.]

Then I met you guys, and honestly? Human or not, you were the best thing to ever happen to me.

[the_dancing_dork]

[That gets Leo to smile in relief. So far humans here had accepted them, which was a huge relief. One of the actual good things about this world.]

Heh, really? Well thanks, and I'm sorry that that happened to you. But at least things can be better now, right?

[anelegantmyth]

[Of course she was accepting! You're a walking, talking shiny ninja squirtle. Making you and your brothers the most interesting things in the world to her.

Though not interesting enough to be treated like freaks. That would be beneath her.]

I'm sure they will. That whole witch thing is all in the past. Now I'm just happy to have others to talk to.

[the_dancing_dork]

Good. [He then yawns.] Guess that's a sign that I better get to bed. [He gets up] It was nice talking to you Cynthia, glad to have you in the crew.

[anelegantmyth]

It was nice meeting you too, Leo. Sleep well.

[the_dancing_dork]

Night.

[He gave a tiny smiel and wave as he walked off, heading back for the men's bunk.]