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Post by Puck on Mar 21, 2017 23:04:57 GMT -5
((I don't know either, I think I'm just gonna go back to waiter because I actually know what waiters do))
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Post by amberice on Mar 21, 2017 23:09:01 GMT -5
(Hey, do you have room for one more?)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 21, 2017 23:18:48 GMT -5
( Puck Sounds good, broseph. I know I'd probably fail at navigator... amberice Yes! We still need a C! )
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Post by amberice on Mar 21, 2017 23:21:08 GMT -5
(The loyalist then, waiting to expose the troublesome duo? Sounds great to me!)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 21, 2017 23:23:24 GMT -5
(The loyalist then, waiting to expose the troublesome duo? Sounds great to me!) (Awesome. You can play whomever you want aboard the ship. Starter's on the first page. Dudes I'm like so excited for this)
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 21, 2017 23:29:40 GMT -5
(We can also start somewhere else for C if we don't want them to find out about the agreement right away.)
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Post by amberice on Mar 21, 2017 23:33:33 GMT -5
Well, C could just be oblivious and snooping around for a little while before finding out and trying to expose them)
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Post by Puck on Mar 21, 2017 23:46:26 GMT -5
((Ok, I'm officially no longer busy and ready to party(TM).))
The dining area was bustling with activity. Wealthy travelers sat at the cloth-draped tables, laughing, talking, eating. The entire room seemed alive in the warm glow of the setting sun. Dinner was always hectic, this was nothing new. A lanky Chinese man weaved his way through tables, slipping past the hostess and an older couple that she was escorting to one of the last few empty tables. On his arms, three dishes balanced delicately before being skillfully slid onto the table of a young couple and their small child. Lobster for the father, filet mignon for the mother, mac and cheese for the toddler. He smiled, offered to help if they needed anything, and immediately ducked back towards the kitchen.
The hot kitchen was a different kind of active, not that relaxed, fun active of the dining area. Everyone was in a rush, the chef demanded something of the sous chef, who then demanded something of the servers, who -- without having anyone else to pass responsibility to -- do their odd jobs. In this case, the young Chinese man was told to go find someone from the helm that they'd need to land soon to stock up on more supplies. A crumpled list was shoved into his hand and he was shoved out of the kitchen.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 21, 2017 23:47:44 GMT -5
(So much drama in the RP already, lol...sounds great)
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Post by amberice on Mar 22, 2017 0:11:11 GMT -5
The bridge was beautiful at this time of day, with the massive windows providing a flawless view of the sky as the horizon lit up in a wash of reds and golds. Granted, after a rather tedious watch that morning and about to start the next, Rebecca wasn't feeling particularly enchanted by the view. She leaned against the wall just outside the doorway, having arrived a few minutes early and not wanting to be in the way. Long ocean voyages like this one were rather tricky, as there were no physical landmarks to aid in finding the way if anything went wrong. Not that it really ever did and, as a lower ranking deck officer, she wasn't responsible for fixing it if they did go off course. Her job was to stand on the bridge, check their position every few minutes, and relay it to people who were actually allowed to direct the rest of the crew. But she would be like that someday. If she made the right friends, worked hard, and proved that she could handle an airship, Rebecca knew she'd be promoted to captain someday. It was just going to take a bloody long time.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 0:19:35 GMT -5
Bewildered by all the boxes, the captain realized he had no idea where to start with inventory. Crates upon crates upon crates of cargo there was no way to identify, save for a small stamp on the side. Whomever he was filling in for deserved a raise. What a mess this was. And the captain was well aware of their status as far as supplies went—they didn't have any. And people were still eating four square meals a day. The culture aboard a luxury liner had always been a little odd to him.
On the side of one crate, the word "PERISHABLE—IMMEDIATE PREPARATION REQUIRED" had been printed in bold red lettering. The captain looked back at his list; it didn't have a number, so there was no way to tell how long the craft had been there. There could be an entire cow in there for all he knew. Figuring it was better to be safe than sorry, he opened the box up and was surprised, to say the least, at what he found.
Not a cow. Worse.
Caught off guard, the captain left the perishable crate open and almost went running back up the bridge, but but didn't want to seem suspicious, so forced himself to walk slowly, heel, toe, just like he'd been doing for the past two decades. The captain nodded apprehensively at everyone he passed until arriving at the kitchen. Maybe they'd know something about the crate. It had been for them, anyhow. "Waiter?" he called shakily, to no one in particular, "Can somebody help me?"
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 0:32:57 GMT -5
The bridge was beautiful at this time of day, with the massive windows providing a flawless view of the sky as the horizon lit up in a wash of reds and golds. Granted, after a rather tedious watch that morning and about to start the next, Rebecca wasn't feeling particularly enchanted by the view. She leaned against the wall just outside the doorway, having arrived a few minutes early and not wanting to be in the way. Long ocean voyages like this one were rather tricky, as there were no physical landmarks to aid in finding the way if anything went wrong. Not that it really ever did and, as a lower ranking deck officer, she wasn't responsible for fixing it if they did go off course. Her job was to stand on the bridge, check their position every few minutes, and relay it to people who were actually allowed to direct the rest of the crew. But she would be like that someday. If she made the right friends, worked hard, and proved that she could handle an airship, Rebecca knew she'd be promoted to captain someday. It was just going to take a bloody long time. "What's going on, Becky?" There was one person on the bridge, Kennedy, that no one liked working with, but he was completely unaware of his colleagues' disdain. His talent as a wireless officer, no matter how obnoxiously he handled it, was indispensable. "Don't you ever get sick of showin' up early for work? Not like Mackenzie ever notices. Not like he's ever even here. You oughta take a chance and show up late once in a while." From where he sat on the desk, Kennedy stole a glance out the window, then turned his attention back on her. "Sunsets sure get old if you're lookin' at 'em all day. Sometimes I wish this thing went faster than four knots." The airship was a great, lumbering beast, luxurious, but hardly modern. It was not to Kennedy's standards. There were machines now that could cross the ocean in a matter of hours. Airships took days.
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 0:49:36 GMT -5
The young waiter, list clenched in his fist, turned to see the captain pass him, walking stiffly. He quickly clapped his own hands behind his back in a show of manners. In this moment he looked no different than he did when he waited on the passengers. "Sir," he started while dipping his head a bit at the captain. "I actually have a matter that I'd like to discuss." He paused for a moment then opened his mouth to clarify, "with you, directly. If it's not too much."
The waiter felt his palms begin to perspire, he never got used to how to speak to his superiors properly; either he felt too formal, or not formal enough. It was easy with the chefs, they'd demand something of him and he'd do it. It was even easier with the passengers, he'd smile brightly and act like he'd just heard the best news of his life, and they'd appreciate his demeanor. But any interaction with a higher-up from the bridge felt like a gamble, like they're too important and busy to speak to him and are disgusted that he didn't precede the conversation with some boot kissing; or they're relaxed, and any sign of formality was too much, like the waiter was trying too hard. Of course, virtually no one fell under these polarized categories, though he was nervous all the same.
((I might have another few side characters or so, any ideas? im fresh out atm))
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Post by amberice on Mar 22, 2017 0:53:47 GMT -5
(Becky oh dear lord this is going to get interesting XD)
It was amazing. Rebecca sometimes got close to convincing herself that Kennedy wasn't so bad. After all, he was highly skilled and very useful to have around. He was an incredible asset and important to the ship's safety and well-being. And then he would open his mouth and she'd immediately be reminded that no, she didn't like him. Forcing a smile, she stepped into the bridge and leaned against his little station, tilting her head as she looked down at him, "Well, Kenny some of us recognize that being early is an important part of being professional. I could teach you about that sometime, it doesn't take too long to learn."
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 1:22:06 GMT -5
The young waiter, list clenched in his fist, turned to see the captain pass him, walking stiffly. He quickly clapped his own hands behind his back in a show of manners. In this moment he looked no different than he did when he waited on the passengers. "Sir," he started while dipping his head a bit at the captain. "I actually have a matter that I'd like to discuss." He paused for a moment then opened his mouth to clarify, "with you, directly. If it's not too much." The waiter felt his palms begin to perspire, he never got used to how to speak to his superiors properly; either he felt too formal, or not formal enough. It was easy with the chefs, they'd demand something of him and he'd do it. It was even easier with the passengers, he'd smile brightly and act like he'd just heard the best news of his life, and they'd appreciate his demeanor. But any interaction with a higher-up from the bridge felt like a gamble, like they're too important and busy to speak to him and are disgusted that he didn't precede the conversation with some boot kissing; or they're relaxed, and any sign of formality was too much, like the waiter was trying too hard. Of course, virtually no one fell under these polarized categories, though he was nervous all the same. ((I might have another few side characters or so, any ideas? im fresh out atm)) (By all means, bring 'em in. Side characters run the show.) "Yeah, sure," the captain said blankly, looking just about anywhere but at the waiter himself. Tugging on his collar, he murmured, "Goodness, it's hot in here. When I have a chance I'll take care of that." The remark was more for himself than it was for the waiter. One hand on his colleague's shoulder, the captain led him out of the dining area. "Let's go for a walk. I have something to show you. On the way there, why don't you tell me what you need to tell me?" He seemed a little more at ease now, inadvertently clinging to a man he had just met. Odd to find comfort in the presence of a stranger, but the captain needed help from someone, and he didn't know anyone on the bridge that wouldn't go screaming about it to the next government they came into contact with. "By the way, call me Christopher. I'd us to think of ourselves as family aboard this ship. Helps to have a close-knit crew in an emergency." Like now. What Christopher had found in the box certainly, at least by his standards, constituted an emergency.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 1:31:16 GMT -5
( Becky oh dear lord this is going to get interesting XD) It was amazing. Rebecca sometimes got close to convincing herself that Kennedy wasn't so bad. After all, he was highly skilled and very useful to have around. He was an incredible asset and important to the ship's safety and well-being. And then he would open his mouth and she'd immediately be reminded that no, she didn't like him. Forcing a smile, she stepped into the bridge and leaned against his little station, tilting her head as she looked down at him, "Well, Kenny some of us recognize that being early is an important part of being professional. I could teach you about that sometime, it doesn't take too long to learn." "You know, Becky, that wouldn't bother me," Kennedy remarked, slumping back in his desk and putting up his feet, "If I didn't have a twin brother who went by Kinny, but I do, so it does." Smirking, he looked Rebecca up and down and settled back even farther in his chair. "Professionalism ain't a thing if you're good at what you do. You good at what you do, Becky? Or do ya have to be early for the rest of your life?" Clearly, being friends with the captain gave him a little too much freedom aboard the airship, at least for the rest of the voyage. He couldn't be fired. There was nowhere to go. "Now I need a favour. Think you can handle it?"
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 1:42:11 GMT -5
((I know haha but right now i cannot think of any character ideas aside from the waiter))
The waiter shifted uncomfortably under the hand clasped on his shoulder, but still simply allowed the captain to continue directing him through the narrow halls. A thought crossed his mind to point out that an active kitchen is always going to be hot, but he decided that, not only did he not have the guts to say such a thing, but he also just wasn't a fan of the concept of being fired. The captain was talking a mile a minute, and the confused young waiter could hardly keep up. He had just thought of a way to politely phrase the chef's request when 'the captain' suddenly became 'Christopher'. "I'd agree sir." he replied to the concept of the crew being a family, though he couldn't agree any less. "Uh, it's just a matter of our next stop. The chef said that Sol didn't exactly have what he needed, and the next time we stop in or near a city, or something similar..." He trailed off as his sentences came out choppy, and he became frustrated with himself. He then simply extended his hand with the list, holding out the smudged piece of paper to the captain. "Whenever we can stop, this is what the chefs have asked for." Short, and hopefully easy to remember; the captain seemed distracted, the last thing he needed to do was pile on a complex request.
((i'm tired as hecke, night!))
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 1:56:59 GMT -5
(Me too, I gotta get to bed. Night guys)
Absently, Christopher glanced at the list and nodded to the waiter with a forced half-smile. "That's fine. I was planning on making a stop anyway. There's only one more island before Sol, but it should have what they want. If it doesn't, well—" Normally Christopher could come up with a solution to any problem, but now he was at a loss. Giving up, he shook his head and finally let go of the waiter as they reached the cargo hold. "I don't know what to tell you." The crate marked perishable was some distance back, farther than Christopher had realized when he ran from it. "Now," he said slowly, turning and coming to a stop, "Don't be alarmed, but there is a..." As though he had to make certain it was still there, the captain spent a few seconds staring at the box and even touched it to convince himself. "...There is a person in this box. A person. In a box. Aboard my ship. And it was for delivery to the kitchen. Unbelievable. Do you know anything about this, Mr...?"
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 11:23:17 GMT -5
((Henlo))
((Im gonna be completely honest, up until this point, i completely forgot I was playing character A))
The waiter nodded in agreement with the captain, turning his head and furrowing his brows when his solution was a gamble at best. He thought of suggesting his own solution but he too drew a blank, and the captain changed the subject. The moment 'don't be alarmed' was uttered, a sense of dread washed over the man, he loathed to know where this was going. It's fine, he has a question about something else. He has a question about something else. No, he didn't. The captain asked about the one thing he didn't want anyone to know about. His mind began to swirl uncontrollably, he was caught. He was going to jail, and the woman curled within the crate and her small child hidden within her arms were going back to the danger that they just escaped. It took him far too long to compose himself, and the first idea that his distracted mind provided was 'play dumb', so he did. "A-are they alive?" He croaked out, leaning against the wall a bit to support himself.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 17:22:29 GMT -5
(Gonna try and sneak in all my replies...I'm not even supposed to have my phone, lol)
"I don't know. I kind of ran away before I knew," Christopher admitted, running a hand through his dark hair. "They really don't teach you what to do in this kind of situation." Flustered, he went back to the box and delicately removed the lid, more careful now that he knew there were people inside. He took a moment to consider before finally mustering up the courage to look inside. To Christopher's relief, they were just asleep. But he was still unnerved and on the fence about what to do. "They're still alive. Who are they?" he wondered aloud, not really addressing the waiter anymore. Christopher had an odd habit of talking to himself, especially in situations like this one. It was the easiest way to size up his options. For him, at least. Everyone else just thought it was strange.
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 17:53:49 GMT -5
((I'm doing homework but I'll try to fit in replies here and there))
The waiter tried to act relieved, as if he didn't know the woman and her daughter by name, and as if he wasn't the one that had snuck them into the cargo hold. "Good." He replied a bit weakly in response, leaning a bit more heavily on the wall. "I-I-I have no idea sir. "Perhaps they simply wandered in here. Passengers can tend to be nosy." The waiter replied. Only now did he register that the trailed off 'mister' was the captain asking for his name. "Oh and, uh, sir, my name is Li." He half hoped that anything he'd just said would make the captain forget about the human cargo that was very clearly baffling him.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 18:16:12 GMT -5
"Li. Nice to meet you." Somehow jerked back to reality, Christopher shook the waiter's hand and then looked back to the crate. The captain could practically feel the grey hairs growing in as the furrow in his brow deepened. He murmured something about waking them, mulled a little more over his decision—which, like all the others, had to be made quickly—and finally collected himself enough to come up with a plan. "We'll wake them up, talk, then drop them at the next island. There's no room here and I can't afford freeloaders." Company policy, not his own. If someone were desperate enough to find a way aboard a ship like this, they'd probably come from someplace bad enough to warrant escape. "Obviously there's nothing for the kitchen here. Would you track down some extra blankets and pillows? We'll have to come up with something for accommodations. I won't let them sleep in a box for another night. Goodness."
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 18:16:33 GMT -5
(No worries, the rest of the evening might be pretty packed)
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Post by amberice on Mar 22, 2017 19:07:29 GMT -5
(Sorry I've not been on yet today, I got called into work. I'm making dinner now and I should be free to rp after!)
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 20:05:11 GMT -5
Li could hardly process what he was hearing "you're willing to let them stay on board?" His fear and impending nausea were now on the backburner to his confusion. "That's... Very illegal." He wasn't trying to convince him to change his mind, but rather he found himself voicing his own concerns; the cons that he weighed in his mind before he decided to stow his family friend away.
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 21:36:04 GMT -5
"I know. I know it's illegal," Christopher replied, drawing one hand down his face. "But I can't just drop them in the middle of the ocean and leaving them to sleep in a box is sort of inhumane, so I guess I have to wake them up. Besides, we're far enough behind schedule, and I want to beat the storm." He gave Li a shrug and then knocked loudly on the side of the box. "Hey." How did you address someone to get them out of a box? "Get up." (Who's going to RP the box people? ) ( amberice No worries! I've been super busy today too)
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 22:28:29 GMT -5
((I'll RP them if you're cool with it?))
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 22, 2017 22:30:47 GMT -5
(Go right ahead)
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Post by Puck on Mar 22, 2017 23:27:15 GMT -5
Li felt himself tense up as the captain woke the woman.
Harriette's eyes opened as soon as Christopher's knuckles connected with the box. She was exhausted, having just succumbed to sleep a mere handful of hours ago, but she was on edge, a light sleeper, and now, terrified. She was wrapped in a massive red cloth, which used to be the tablecloth for a longtable. It provided a little bedding underneath her in the cramped box, it also functioned as a blanket for herself and her infant daughter, Phoebe. The young mother opened her mouth, but no words came out; she knew the risks that came with being illegal cargo, but she never actually planned for if she was found out. After gaining her bearings, she noticed Li behind the captain, her eyes grew wider and she closed her mouth, if he was found out, there was nothing else to say, if he wasn't, she wasn't going to ruin his life too. Phoebe still slept as Harriette pulled her in closer, again, she opened her mouth to speak, only managing to muster a croaked "please."
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Post by Cobraheart on Mar 23, 2017 19:26:53 GMT -5
Taking note of Harriette's reaction to seeing Li, the captain looked back and forth between the two of them before his gaze settled on the waiter. "Do you know her, or something?" More sure than he was not about the answer, Christopher bit his lip. He shouldn't have been surprised. These people had to have help from somewhere. Made sense he would pick the one person on the ship who knew something. "Someone had better tell me what's going on." Christopher had never been good at intimidation, and sounded more like an irritated parent than he did a captain. The difference? He could fire anyone he needed to.
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