A ship tossed about on the ocean

[lost_sailor]

Who: The crew of the Alcyone
Where: The Stormy Sea!
When: The 21st
What: A raging storm at sea rocks the decks of the Alcyone. What is the crew to do?
Warnings: None. Just possible use of Frost and Spark Plasma
Style: Brackets or Prose. I'm sure we can adapt.
Status: Closed to the crew

Piers recognized the shift in the wind before the storm clouds appeared on the horizon, and he had a feeling that Sheba did too. Being connected to the elements themselves provided certain advantages-- unfortunately, the advantages only went so far.

He needed to warn the rest. Immediately.

They were in for a wild ride.

(Catch-all log for the storm. People can do as they wish ♥)

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[sacred_flamer]

Luke, being the pampered brat that he was, just crawled out onto the deck, his hair ruffled and mused and bags of sleep still hanging from his eyes. He let out a loud yawn as he came out from below deck, stretching up as far as he could, before letting his arms swing back to scratch his rear. He paused, glancing around and blinking slowly, trying to process the fact that it was a bit darker than it should have been for that time of day.

"Mm... s'goin' on?" he mumbled. "And is breakfast ready yet?"

just tags everything instead of starting another toplevel oops

[seekinganswers]

"Does it look like it's time for breakfast?" Sheba's voice was a little shrill; she had never handled rocky seas well, though. If Piers is anywhere nearby, the tone of her voice would sound eerily reminiscent of the way it had sounded when she'd snapped at Felix the first time they'd been swept up in the Sea of Time's currents.

She gestured out at the clouds with an expression that was equal parts concerned and frustrated. "We're in for some really bad weather. Wake up and let's try to get the ship ready for it!"

/and just jacks in like a jerk

[lost_sailor]

"Sheba." His voice was unusually still as he spoke, not unlike the calm that rested upon the sea before a storm. He approached from behind Sheba, looming over the two of them simply by the nature of his towering height. There was no anger in his tone. Just a quiet firmness.

"Calm down. The both of you. Losing your head so early could mean trouble for us later."

He patted Sheba on the shoulder, understanding her concerns entirely, and shook his head as he regarded the redhead.

"I'm sorry, Luke. Breakfast will have to wait for a while unless you don't mind working while you eat."

That meant getting the same hands you're using to eat your bread dirty by tieing down the sails, or holding it in your mouth and potentially losing it to the sea.

It was entirely your choice.

[sacred_flamer]

Luke shot Sheba an annoyed look, ready to launch into full blown argument number 347 until Piers managed to defuse the situation before it even started. He stuck his tongue out at her instead, before ignoring her, rubbing at his eyes. It was too early for this...

"You want me to work?" he asked, like it was some kind of foreign concept. "Doing what?"

And as much as he hated it, he'd rather wait for food. Lost food was a horrible travesty that needed to be avoided at all costs.

Brackets are lies!

[snowintexasfrigginmelts]

On the Argo II, Leo had been the main navigator. The chief repairman. The person who best knew how to keep the ship from exploding. They fought monsters on a daily basis, had to go across a country and ocean in a few days, and there was always panic and guilt.

On the Alcyone, Leo was mostly bored. Not that it was totally boring, and changing the lower deck of the ship around hadn't taken up that much time.

Which was what led to him sitting far, far up on the tallest mast, partially out of boredom, partially if he could see anything interesting. All there was were a bunch of clouds, but they were too far away to really tell what was going on with them.

Leaning out sideways as if it would help, Leo glanced down as a bolt slid from his pants pocket--scraps of something half created--and fell down, twisting through the air.

Hades. "Look out below!" It wouldn't kill anyon, but being hit in the head with a bolt would probably suck.

[seekinganswers]

"Huh-?"

Thank god - the gods - whatever! - that Leo had shouted a warning, because Sheba was down on the deck and that definitely would have hurt. She looked up when he shouts and her eyes went wide, but in typical Adept fashion, she used Psynergy where just moving would have worked just as well - she never had been good at acting like a normal person, and she hadn't yet adjusted to Psynergy not being as easily replenished here.

With a wave of her hand and a low-level Whirlwind, the bolt was left hovering in the air long enough for her to reach out and grab it. She glanced up to the top of the mast and called out to Leo,

"Hey, is everything okay up there?" The weather was getting bad; she was attuned enough to the wind to be able to tell.

Oh ho~ TOTALLY

[lost_sailor]

The shout was the only warning that Piers needed to glance upward and catch the falling bolt in a firm hand. Unlike Sheba, he had become all too familiar with the limitations to his abilities-- because they were limited compared to her's anyway. He stared at the bolt in his hand for a moment before he returned his gaze upward to the young man that they had picked up for their ship.

"Be more careful. People don't like getting hit with these little things!"

It was a friendly warning. He tossed the small bolt in the air and caught it in a silent demonstration, although he had a feeling that it was just an accident.

[delugional]

Archie didn't need to be informed of the incoming storm as he was already on deck looking to the clouds ahead. It was coming close now, you could practically feel the charge in the air. He had been somewhat ignoring the bickering going on this morning, but they should get to making preparations.

"Alright, children, I need someone to help start storing or tying down anything loose on deck."