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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 4:59 pm
[galley-cabins-...the galley again]
Alexandria carefully made her way from the galley down to her cabin, Sir.Mister in check behind her.
As the door to her cabin opened, Alexandria caught sight of the box laying alone in the center of the room. A few ship's instruments sat quietly in their holders, but there was a large cavity left empty in the center of the box.
"Oh no..." Alexandria muttered, "Oh no oh no oh no it got out. It got out, and the captain is out there, and some of the others...and..oh no." her hand flew to her lips and she stood for a moment in shock, as this had not happened before.
"Sir!" She turned on her heel and looked at the clank standing awkwardly in the doorway behind her, "Sir we must catch it..." She bolted from the cabin and off down the hallway.
After a good 30 minutes of fruitless searching, Alexandria was standing beside one of the ship's guns on the outer deck, when she caught sight of a small blue light glowing from behind a crate.
"There you are!" She hurried over in time to see the outline of a quick moving long metallic foot disappear into the opened doorway, which would lead eventually to the Galley.
Taking no second thoughts, Alexandria lept down the hatch, feeling the hem of her skirts catch and tear as she passed the railing. Rounding the doorway into the galley again, she was just in time to see what appeared to be a large mechanical hare sniff the air, and leap full force past Wuneye and flying full force at the Captain's neck.
((du du duuuu! now lets hope the captian posts soon.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:48 pm
~ galley ~
Tris, standing at a position to Myles' side, acts instantly... to protect Myles. She bursts into a wave of glittering plates that encase the front and sides of the Naught chair.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:52 pm
[galley]
Alexandria gasped, as she knew she'd not actually make it fast enough to catch it
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:16 am
[Galley]
After finishing his second bowl of stew, Dominik looked up from his bowl only to see the obvious occurring, chaos. He cocked an eyebrow, confused and somewhat excited.
"What is that?!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 10:10 am
[galley]
Alexandria sighed and looked at Dominik wearily. The machine would probably get thrown against the wall, and then scurry away to sulk, so it would be alright. It didn't get out much...
"That is a creature built by an old customer of my father's. The man was a spark, who did not like people who had mechanical parts to them, so he created that little monster to separate the machine from the person. He didn't seem to take into account that some of those people need the mechanical parts to live...He got in trouble with the police more than a few times, and eventually had to leave town. Before he left however, he closed the machine in a box and gave it to me to protect. "
she looked at the machine which had landed on the captain's shoulder and was kneading tiny claws into his shoulder.
"I know I should have destroyed it years ago, but the mechanisms which run it are so complex it would have been such a waste...so I just keep it under lock and key. Captain please don't break it!" Alexandria cried as the small machine opened it's mouth to reveal 6 rows of vibrating teeth.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:34 pm
[galley]
"Egads, Alexandria!" shouted Silas, finally arriving in the galley once more, panting heavily. "You can't half run if needs be!"
Silas squeezed past the monstrosity of Wuneye and stopped to stare at the peculiar little machine about to gnaw the Captain's shoulder.
"Would anyone care to get rid of that pest?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:05 pm
~ galley ~
The pile of plates steps up in humanoid form and the face pulls back to reveal Sylvian Bruno wearing Tris as armor, a tendril of machinery from Naught locked into the back of the armor's neck. Immediately, more tendrils of machine parts spring into action, one placing the guitar Myles had held safely in a corner of the room while another reaches out and plucks the rabbit off of Daniel. the tendril attaches itself to all of the rabbit's limbs, immobilizing it.
"So you didn't want the parts to go to waste? What use are these parts you've so carefully conserved if you've got to keep it locked away and can't do anything with it?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:47 pm
A bit taken aback a the teeth of the thing attached to his shoulder, he relaxes as Mylian/tris stops it.
Seconds later a teapot tackles the rabbit knocking it loose from the tendril. Tooting furiously at the rabbit is a clockwork teakettle with a lens' set into the sides like eyes. charging like a mad rhino the teapot knocks the rabot along the floor with its spout. and blows a gout of steam in its face before pouring boiling water on it.
Dan realizes the teapot got jealous of something taking its perch on his shoulder and attacked. He looks at his shirt and finds most of the shoulder was shredded. taking off the tattered shirt The captain reveals that he was mechanical from the neck down. "Guess this was as good a time to let all our new members know. I am mostly mechanical due to a accident crashing my wing pack into an alchemists shop." Daniel grimaced at that memory. his absolute worst day ever.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 10:29 pm
[galley]
"Well I'm no spark Miss Bruno, and I dare'd not take it out of the box incase I lost control of it...Though it seems to have gotten far weaker from not being out and about."
Alexandria regarded the scrabbling mechanicals thoughtfully,
"I dare say he's not as much of a threat as I thought." She chuckled, then cut herself off as the Captain told part of his sad tale.
"Oh my. What went wrong?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:33 pm
~ galley ~
Sylvian shrugs as the rabbit is knocked from her grasp.
She stretches and the rows of Triskadeca plating stretch away behind her, waving like ribbons in the wind though there is, of course, no wind in the galley.
Dressed in the same flat-top round brim hat, tailed jacket, and black skirt/kilt that Myles had been in, she sits perched on the back of the Naught chair. Tris remains around her neck and on her shoulders, the extra plating flowing behind her like a cape.
She reaches with a long Naught arm to the table, and picks up the bowl of stew Myles had been eating from. The arm lifts it close so she can sniff at it curiously. She dips her right smallest finger into the stew and tastes it carefully. Then another Naught arm lashes out and snatches a pepper mill from the kitchen area, whips it over, and she grinds a bit over the bowl with her hand and the arm. She carelessly tosses the wooden pepper mill over her shoulder, uses the Naught arm to raise Myles' fork from the table to her waiting hand, and begins eating, shoveling huge mouthfuls in at a time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:04 pm
{galley-hanger}(if its not night im sorry >_<)))
after his tea he decided that his "wounds" needed looking to, thanking miss Penelope for the meal and miss Sharp for the company, he retired to the hanger. he placed his arm on a small table as he looked around the large room, night had set in leaving the hanger quite dark. he found a small lamp and flicked it on the buzzing of the filament sending a small shiver down his spine, he looked around to see if anyone would disturb him and after a few moments of silence he let out a sigh. he hated his arm and how it came to be that he needed to rely on it for him to survive, he removed his coat and shirt placing the locket propped ageist the base of the lamp. memories of the promise he made caused him to square his jaw, retrieving the devise from his inventory he began to set about repairing his arm. with a few turns of the key he carried the devise awoke, with the turning of gears its four spider-like legs sprang forward. it ticked and chirped not knowing were it was needed until he ushered it up his arm were it quickly inserted it's self into the "slots" in his back. cracking his neck he started to work on damage caused to his arm.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:25 pm
[Galley]
"Hey!" Penelope turned and fixed Ms Sylvian with a perturbed stare as she snatched up the pepper mill and then tossed it aside. Setting down the bowls for Mr Silas and Mr Daniel, she crosses the room and picks up the object, shaking it at Ms Sylvian as she spoke. "Put things back when you take them from the kitchen. You have to obey the rules in the galley, just like everyone else."
She turned on her heel and strode back into the kitchen, putting the pepper grinder down hard on the counter where it belonged. Penelope had missed entire incident with the human-clank-hybrid-hating rabbit, her back had been turned and it had happened rather quickly. Now, seeing it on the floor tussling with the teapot, she leaned on the counter and watched.
"Where did that little fellow come from?" Penelope asked, totally oblivious.
((I would guess about 6 or 7 in the evening.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:26 pm
[galley]
"It would appear, Madame, that this little ra-bot-" he smiled at his own joke, "-viciously attacked the captain's shoulder, shredding his fine clothing! Apparently the rabot is the work of a clank-human hating spark, and is owned by dear Alexandria."
He allowed his mind to drift back to his previous thoughts.
"Yes... a happy chaos indeed. Now - what do we do with the blighter?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 6:44 pm
~ galley ~
Sylvian swallows a gulp of stew and looks at Penelope with mischief in her eye. "Or else what?"
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