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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:20 pm
"Really okay?"
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".. That's comforting."
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The roll pings off his head and he ducks. "Hey!"
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"Breakfast. ... Or lunch. Whichever."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:22 pm
"Yes."
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Trin pulls out a flare gun and shoots red into the sky.
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"Booooooo!"
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"Is something wrong?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:26 pm
She turns her ear to the door. "Good."
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Nat tilts his head back and watches the flare arc.
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"Well! You sing a song then."
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"Nah."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:29 pm
Richard frowns. "Is something going on out there?"
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Stephen skids on up onto the deck! That's right, he still exists. "What's going on? Are we under attack?"
Trin tosses the flare gun overboard and snorts. "Of course not. Just signaling our arrival so we be not shot down. Go let everyone know we be landing soon."
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"No. Don't wanna."
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"Then what's with the frowny food?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:34 pm
"I'm not sure. I heard something."
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Nat watches Stephen. He sighs.
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"Augh, you are so difficult."
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"It's art."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:45 pm
"Should we go take a look?"
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"Sure, I"ll take care of it!" He scrurries below.
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"Am not." He throws another roll.
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"Sad art."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:48 pm
"Do you feel up to it?"
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He turns back to look at the islands. "And what are we going to do here, apart from the obvious 'get mugged'?"
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Ping! He grumbles. "If you aren't going to sing, don't gripe about my singing."
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"I cut my thumb."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:53 pm
"Yes. Let me get dressed." He carefully gets up.
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She snorts. "No one would mug me."
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"I can gripe about what I wanna."
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"How did that happen?" He has a seat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:55 pm
Angie moves to peek out of the room.
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"What about the rest of us?"
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"Yes, I've realized that." Benzel wonders how tossing the lamp over the side of the cart would work out.
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"I was cutting a root and it got in the way." She holds her bandaged thumb up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:00 pm
Richard gets himself dressed.
Stephen hurries over to Angie. "Hey!"
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"Ye be yer own problem."
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"So there!"
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"Why were you cutting a root?" He furrows his brow and looks at the bandage. "Were you cooking something?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:03 pm
"Hey, Stephen. What's going on?"
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"I thought as much."
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He laughs.
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"Sort of."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:06 pm
"We're getting ready to land."
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"Only if ye decide to go into town though." The ship is now maneuvering itself through the mountain and approaching a wide valley. To one side of the valley is a large, two story house made of stone.
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"Hmph!" Another roll is thrown.
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"Sort of?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:10 pm
"Oh, good. Hear that, Richard?"
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"Is there anything interesting in the town?"
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"I'm going to start throwing things back!"
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"Yes."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:13 pm
Richard comes up next to her. "I heard. Where are we?"
"Some islands I think. I'm going to make sure Martha is up. Are you two all right?"
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"Rum. Brawls. Gambling. The usual fun."
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"You have to focus on driving!"
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"How do you sort of cook?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:18 pm
"Fine." She nods and looks to Richard for confirmation.
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He tilts his head to one side and considers.
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"If we were in a car, maybe." He turns around and flings a stray turnip.
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She frowns. "I just do."
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