high_seas | INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

WELCOME NEW CHARACTERS!
Have an intro log for the month of April!

Who: Any and all new characters, as well as anyone hanging out on or around Isla Empieza!
Where: Near the fountain in the town center.
When: New characters will arrive around April 9th! The log is good for as long as you need it.
What: You've just been dropped on your head in a weird new world. Time to figure out what the heck is going on!
Status: VERY OPEN.

The day begins gray and drizzly, the miserable sort of rain that just makes everything muddy and unpleasant. Just the luck of the locals of Isla Empieza that these April showers bring more outsiders instead of May flowers. As the day goes by, the rain gets heavier and the locals get surlier. Lucky for you you have that message in your journals telling you to get moving and find a crew, huh?

Feel free to throw your characters here if you need a place for them to get situated and start figuring things out! Start new threads, tag into others, meet the people who might just become part of your crew! Older characters will be in and out, too, depending who is on the island at the current time.

HAVE FUN! And welcome to High Seas!

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[...So maybe Faye is legitimately just that dim and didn't realize what Codi was implying the first time, instead of being deliberately unfriendly. Codi is no less offended.]

I find people that show up, they ask me questions, I get them started. That's what the Welcome Committee does! [She takes another healthy sip of rum.] So...go on. I'm here, I don't bite.

*Faye quirks a brow at the offer, figuring that actually, it would be too stupid for her not to take up the offer. Faye talks, when it suits her*

Look, I don't even know what the hell planet this is - I think I said that already. Last thing I knew, I was taking a bath, and then I'm lying upside down on a fountain and everything is about getting on a mangy ship - not even a space ship - and run around picking up shards. 'Shard' doesn't sound like a lot of treasure. So what the hell am I doing here? And what is this place?

You're here because Davy Jones wants you here. [Codi gives a quick roll of her eyes.] ...for some reason. Anyway, he wants us to look for the shards because he can't be asked, and we need the shards because the Roja will get us back home again.

[Another sip of rum; Codi's starting to loosen up already, leaning heavily on the bar counter.]

I have no clue if this is a different planet or something, but if it is, we're not flying off of it anytime soon. The technology level of this place is abysmal. Unless one of your friends can land here and save us, the Roja is the best bet we have.

I don't even know this Davy Jones guy. He some kind of bounty hunter?

*Faye notes that roll of the eyes, and she seriously hopes that her bounty is a decent amount*

Oh - so, I can get out of this. Good.

*When the bartender comes over, Faye anxiously waves for her glass to be filled*

What? So it's not just this..island? Shit. Okay. I'll be needing those shards, then. ASAP.

[Codi sets down her glass so it can be topped off, too, and tosses the bartender a few coins in the meanwhile.]

I don't know who he's supposed to be--I don't think anyone does. He's just some ghost pirate guy who can put curses on people and wants the shards put together.

[She frowns and squints.]

...Of course, if finding the shards was so easy, I don't think he'd need our help. People have been here for half a year, and we've only found a couple so far. They're a little tough to come by.

*Faye pulls a face, clearly rather exasperated by the very concept of this Davy Jones ghost guy*

Sounds like a sad loser if you ask me..

*She rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head each way to loosen up, her movements not going unnoticed by the men along the bar*

So fine. I'll find a crew that aren't a bunch of idiots. I don't have time to waste on running around, you know. I have important stuff to do.

[Codi bristles again, this time with a noticeable scowl.]

Good luck. If you manage to convince a crew to keep you, and they've found more shards than mine, then we'll talk about which one's more competent.

*The bristling and the scowling doesn't seem to faze Faye who continues to look at Codi with the same cool manner, sipping at her drink*

Is it a competition? I didn't think that it was... I don't recall saying anything about anyone being competent, or otherwise.

[Codi's expression settles into something more baffled.]

"Competent"--competency, idiocy, they're...

[Her hand, gesturing vaguely in front of her, drops limply onto her thigh as she gives up.]

...Do the words go through your brain before they come out of your mouth, or is that something you do later?

*Faye drains off the rest of her drink, her eyes narrowing at Codi's*

I've met plenty of idiots who were competent. Met plenty of clever people who were incompetent. Besides, I wasn't even talking about you, or your crew.

So watch your mouth before you start getting smart about mine.

Mmhm. [Codi takes a very long drink from her mug, looking thoroughly unamused.] So tell me--was I supposed to assume that my crew was exempt from the "bunch of idiots" that aren't privy to your shard-hunting expertise? You'd better be more careful when you actually start asking around for a crew to join; most of them won't react as kindly to that kind of talk as I have.

You were supposed to just assume that I didn't want to join a crew with idiots. That's all. But no, you decided that I probably think like a bitch, and had other ideas.

*Faye gives Codi a distinterest look and shrugged a shoulder before looking forlornly at her empty glass*

As a welcoming committee, you haven't made me feel very welcome, you know.

[Codi finishes her own glass in a single, stubborn gulp, and sets it loudly down on the table.]

The Welcoming Committee's job is to answer questions, not make attitude adjustments. [shrug] I've dealt with enough of that mentality to assume it from most people.

[...Probably because you're not helping, Codi...]

*Faye gave a small huffy sigh, beginning to get a little fed up of this* Think what you will, but you've come in here, tried to have a conversation with me, and just assumed what I was thinking, and it wasn't too kind. So if you're only going to treat me like this.. I'm not sure I want to hear it.

[Codi--who is obviously queen of the universe and everyone should know better--huffs, rolls her eyes and hops out of her seat.]

Whatever. Your loss! [As the bartender comes by to collect her glass, Codi digs in her pocket and passes him a single golden doubloon, which he seems quite happy with.] If you change your mind, I'll be around.

[And she's walking for the door like nothing happened.]

*And Faye will just watch her go, a dismissive wave of her hand like batting away a fly, and she'll let the bartender top up her drink and go back to that*

INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

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