Penguin Spies

[chore_boy]

Who: The Penguin Crew
Where: On Corsair Isle, Outside of Corsair Isle, at sea, etc.
When: 4/24 - 4/27
Warnings: Nothing anticipated!
Style: Action, prose, etc.
Status: Open to crew!

Catch-all for the Penguin crew! Open threads below.

Brief summary: The crew left Isla Empieza as of the beginning of the week and arrived at Corsair Isle later on in the week. Threads can be at sea traveling to Corsair, on the island itself or on the ship waiting outside of the island.

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Anytime - OTA

[youshouldberunning]

She's not sure how exactly she had ended up on a crew, or better to say she knows HOW but she isn't sure why she agreed. Maybe because Coby was a good talker, who knows. But here she was, with a... strange crew. Actually the strangeness is what makes it easier to handle.

For most of this voyage, Liz can be found outside on deck. It was... kind of intimidating, how very wide the open sea was. How endless it felt. Kind of freeing though. The woman can generally be found at the back (that's aft, right? Or was it astern? She'll remember it all soon enough) of the ship, keeping to herself and watching the water.

It was amazing, being on a real ship like this, staring off at endless blue. She'd sailed, for missions and things, but nothing like this. There were times she was in the Galley, looking to see if she could help with cooking for the crew. She didn't eat much, but she could find something to help with if they needed.

At night? She can sometimes be seen sitting on deck, practicing with her fire, mostly just cross legged on deck huddled in and waving a hand out and in, fire on, fire off.

Afternoon

[chore_boy]

[Coby was out and about at almost all hours. If he wasn't sweeping or mopping, then he was checking the sails, fixing the riggings and making sure everything was water-tight. Eventually, mid-afternoon, Liz would have noticed him as he stood out in the middle of the deck, writing down notes on what had been done that day.

He had a wide smile the entire time, because despite the monotony of the situation and just how depressing his lifestyle was, he was completely pleased with himself.]

[youshouldberunning]

[She's been picking up some things about this kind of sailing. Mostly from watching the others. It might be good to officially learn a few things though. She'd seen Coby buzzing around, here and there. Curiously watching him when she saw him. From a distance.]

[But as she came back towards the deck, she saw him there writing. Hands behind her back, she walked towards him slowly, tom boy boots on deck being loud enough not to sneak up on him (then again she had the feeling it was hard to sneak up on any of these guys)]

Keeping a log?

[chore_boy]

[What's that, Liz? Trying to start a casual conversation? It's a shame, because now Coby's shut his book and he's saluting.] Good afternoon, Miss!

[He relaxed and lowered his hand so he could open the book again for her to see.]

Anyway, you're correct. This is my docket for the day to monitor the ship's maintenance.

[youshouldberunning]

[If she were the type to chuckle out loud like normal people? She would have. Instead she just had a small amused smile at that. Returning the salute, jsut slightly, she shook her head.]

You know, you don't have to salute me. The B.P.R.D. didn't hold rank. Not really. You don't salute Agents. [not that she even counted herself as a real field agent, but seeing as they gave her a badge again not long ago, she supposed it was something.]

Is there a lot you have to keep track of? [she glanced at his book but wasn't pushing to look at it or be too nosy]

[chore_boy]

[Slow-blinks were Coby's reply. He craned his neck and shut the book after Liz got a glance at it. Hey, she would have just gotten even more bored by it.]

I'd like to maintain the ship as succinctly as possible. Part of that means documenting on everything I do and how I do it.

[Which in practice means he's spending more time writing about it than actually doing it.]

It helps, in case there's any need for repairs.

Anytime!

[delicate_maiden]

[Kai is absolutely, totally, completely, 100% determined to make a good first impression, so ever since arriving on board she's been relentlessly cheerful and helpful. Sure, her own personal hammock and the area surrounding it are clearly marked off and everything belonging to her is now marked with the Narita family crest, but that's just because she's gotten used to life with the Straw Hats. (Not that doing either of those things would have done her any good then, but it seems like a good idea to try now.)

Over the course of her first few days on the ship, it'll be pretty much impossible not to run into her.]

[chore_boy]

[When Coby wasn't sleeping, he was studying or training. His pile of books in the barracks had been fairly tall and his notebooks had been worn out from the amount of punishment they had begun taking. At the moment, he wasn't cleaning or studying. It was early in the morning and Coby had been training, going through the motions of throwing the same two punches over and over and over again.

When he was done, he did the same six kicks over and over and over again. In the background, the narrator played soft piano music.]

[delicate_maiden]

Practicing the basics? Sure looks like you're working hard!

[Kai had to stick with the basics herself, considering there wasn't enough space on a ship to use her sword properly without permanently damaging anything, crew members included. She would offer to spar, but she's not 100% sure how sturdy this new boat (or Coby) is.]

[chore_boy]

[Reaching up to adjust his glasses, Coby let himself face Kai a bit, though he didn't exactly let his feet shift out of their current posture. The point of the exercise was to remain as grounded as possible, after all.]

Actually, I thought this would be relaxing to practice for now.

[Coby's idea of more intensive training was being physically assaulted by the guy who threw cannon balls.]

[delicate_maiden]

Relaxing? I guess it would be if you do it a lot! My sword practice is kinda relaxing. Basic drills, though...I usually went through those with the soldiers back home, so I had to worry about everyone else doing theirs right.

[Since it got to the point where she wasn't allowed to spar with them anymore because they needed them intact for actual battles. Helping with drills was the best way to stay involved.]

I guess that wouldn't be very relaxing, huh?

[chore_boy]

Hm? [Coby did look a little confused. He and Kai shared totally different sentiments. Coby was an oddity even among fellow marines, who dreaded the basics. Though the word 'basic' was misleading, it was more along the lines of torture. Even Helmeppo was unnerved that Coby found the whole act of doing needlessly repetitive physical labors to be good for his own moral.]

I suppose I'm a bit odd. The performance of your allies ensures you have men and women who will help protect you if you need them to, so I've always appreciated such exercises.

And, it's healthy living.

[lazyjustice]

Good evening, young miss. Enjoying the weather?

[he says from where he is standing in the hold, easily leaning on the deck with his forearms. True it's drizzling lightly but the adequate umbrella he had found was working serviceably. Anyway he needed the fresh air]

[delicate_maiden]

Oh! Um...

[No. It's raining. Also people aren't supposed to be this tall. Even that Maeda vagabond back home is three feet shorter than this.]

It's, uh, kinda rainy!

[Keep smiling, Kai, keep smiling.]

[lazyjustice]

Yes... I hope I don't catch a cold.

[wait a beat for laughter. It's ice man humor. After a moment he looks up at her]

Care to share it with me?

[As even a smallish umbrella is better than being rained on]

[delicate_maiden]

[WHAT'S THE POLITE ANSWER TO THAT?!]

Oh, um, I'm sure I'll be fine. Just fine!

[Except her hair will be a nightmare so maybe she should just stand under the umbrella. Would that be more polite? What's ruder, accepting what may just have been an offer made out of politeness or refusing one that was meant genuinely?]

OTA any day

[lazyjustice]

[Kuzan has taken over the hold, such as it is, because being ten feet tall is highly damned inconvenient in a place like this. There's not even a deck chair in his size. Of course he could make one but he doesn't want Coby people tripping over it. So he makes do. Mostly, though he stands in the hold, tall enough so he can lean his arms on the deck without having to support his weight and plays solitaire, sips sake or tea, snoozes or otherwise reads a worn book he may have had Smoker pilfer from Coby's room.]

[youshouldberunning]

[She found the ships Captain (is he captain? Maybe he was another Rank, how do Navy types--no Marine types rank? She had no idea...) interesting. HB was tall and she was already very short, but this man was huge. Actually a lot of them were tall, huh. None the less, she found this one interesting.]

[He was playing solitaire on the deck, poked out of the holding. walking over she came near by, crouching down to hug both arms over her knees and watched his game a moment.]

Is it always like this? [things seemed... calm out here. A bit slow. She knew they were sailing to something that would be a bit more troubling, but... for the most part it was an icebreaker her pathetic attempt to start a conversation. God, she was bad with people, so this is her trying.]

[lazyjustice]

Maa well... that depends on what you mean. [flips a card and stares at it a moment. Two of hearts. Two of hearts. Can't use it.]

[youshouldberunning]

[watching his game a moment she wasn't sure how to explain.]

Like this. Calm. Nothing but blue and clouds out there. Captain of the ship playing solitaire on the deck. I keep hearing about people and problems and pirates, or how reckless it is out here. [she rested her arms on her knees where she crouched, seeming... comfortable.] So far it seems kind of... nice out here.

[lazyjustice]

I'm not captain. I'm... mah well... forget it. [details. Not important]

It's calm until it isn't.

[between storms, pirate attacks, none of the above, or all of the above-- life on the sea could be fairly chaotic]

[chore_boy]

[Coby stood in front of Kuzan with a mop and bucket. His jumpsuit's sleeves were rolled up, indicating that he was involved with business... maybe even taking care of it.]

Sir, I have a formal request.

[lazyjustice]

[acknowledges Coby and his need to say something with a look before turning another card over. Queen of Spades. Damn. She'd foiled him twice now. If he was a superstitious man, he might come to think something of it]

[chore_boy]

[Coby nodded and progressed further, taking Kuzan's minor gesture of recognizing his existence as a 'Yes'. He was getting a lot more from the admiral than anticipated.]

I need you to move your chair, sir. This part of the deck needs to be mopped.

[lazyjustice]

[gets up and idly pushes it with a leg to a previously mopped space. Then turned back to his game.]

This Spade may be a problem. [he may be speaking metaphorically. He may be not. He may just be annoyed that yet another spade has turned up in his game with no where to put it]