Piers (
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high_seas2013-09-23 11:11 am
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A ship tossed about on the ocean
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 ♥)
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 ♥)
/and just jacks in like a jerk
"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.
no subject
"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.