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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:45 pm
She shuddered as thoughts of the plauge ridden streets of London came to her mind. The beggers black leasions crusting and falling off leaving large, gaping sores in their place. The skin and bones people dwindled to if they lived that long. Turning to the Captain she reached for his arm.
"Shall we decend to dinner?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 2:18 am
*With a quick blow to the whistle, John was already heading to the galley with only one thought on mind*
food.... stare
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:24 am
<< Continued from the Medical Deck >>
* She emerged from below, pulling her cloak tigher around her shoulders as she made her way over to the Captain and Doctor. Before coming up to them, she heard talk of the Plague and the "lost in the clouds" look about her came screeching to a halt. She listened intently as to what the plan of action was now going to be for the crew. She found a spot to stand and listened intently.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:54 pm
((Big-Big Post and it doesn't post: Darn. Oh well, I'll make this short.))
*Extending his arm to Miss Midnight and his other to the Doctor in jest.*
"Supper would be delightful. Shall we Ladies? For we are all 'Ladies' afterall..."
*With that, Jack laughed at great length at his own joke: glorious to him and likely him alone. After he attempted to stifle his glee, he proceeded forward down toe quarterstep, stopping only to assist the Ladies present in descending the staircase while dressed in their finest.*
"Mr. Vanstring: if you find someone to relieve you, you amy attend also. Oh, and Miss Kale... I should like to request your presence at the Gunroom Table within the Galley. It's been so long since last I dined with the Crew and Able-Hands. I'd like to hear some great old sea-stories and antidotes. Your presence should be appreciated."
*With that said, he turned and took his hat from his head as he ducked under the hatchway and disappared into the Mainhold and descended farther into the Galley.*
(|Continued in Galley...|)
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:45 pm
I guess i be taking my leave to the galley
*Walks away towards the smell of rotting yet delicious food*
|continued in galley|
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 11:59 pm
Having his order, Reginald set out to work. Luckily, the men were exhausted, so that add to the illusion of a plague ship. Sending a few of the hands to fetch the tar and powder needed for the lesions, Baxter set to work doing other small things. He dirtied the freshly cleaned deck scattering lines and tackle about. He also drug a few dead bodies and left them in random places about the deck. This would help because the crew would be too exhausted from illness to keep the ship tidy.
Spotting the hands with the tar and powder, Reginald instructed them to start applying it to their skin, and the skin of their fellow shipmates. He took careful attention to add some lesions to the skin of the fallen that he had scattered about the deck. Things were progressing well, but he still had much to do.
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:36 pm
Alone up in the rigging and on the masts, Syn worked feverishly at her job of taking down the sails, untying the knots with careful fingers, fingers that had once held a quill. The call for food went ignored, her entire attention focused on the task at hand. After a very extended period of time, after which her hands were calloused and held far too many splinters to count, she wearily took herself down from the rigging, just in time to see the Doctor going about his business of... she tried to figure out exactly what he was doing, but soon enough it dawned on her.
"Yore makin' this boat look like a plague ship..." she breathed, gazing about in a touch of grim awe.
Wiping her forehead, untying the black bandanna from her auburn hair, she turned to the Doctor and called, "Is there anythin' I can do to help ya?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:25 am
|Continued from galley|
*Goes towards the doctor and aims his pistol*
Be joyful and indulge with us down the galley, or be dead, Captains orders
*awaits reply*
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 5:47 am
*She nodded to the Captain at his request for her to dine with him and the other officers below deck. Jaden waited til they decended below, having just come up from the medical deck and breathed a few more takes of air and walked over to the railing before getting ready to venture back down below deck. As she stood there, she watched Dr. Baxter hard at work, making the deck look as putrid as possible. She started to meander towards the hatchway to soon see John rising from below. She was quick to make way for him as he stepped across the deck and straight up to the Doctor. Wasting no time, he pulled his pistol and relayed a quite straight forward order to go below deck which spawned some rather quick thinking on her part. She stepped past John and his pistol to place herself between him and the good Doctor. Placing her hand to her brow, she began to speak.*
"I apologize my dear John. The Doctor was simply biding time as I stood here trying to get some fresh air before once more decending below deck." She said in a half-distressed tone as she placed her hands to her waist.
"It's these French corsets... these will be what wins the war for the French, not their armies... they'll squeeze the very breath out of the women and stop us from bearing children!" she said in a quite exasperated breath.
"So...there is no need to draw a weapon on anyone. He was merely here on my behalf. Please let the Captain know that I sincerely apologize for our tardiness and I will be most sure to have him down to the galley within a few minutes."
*She looked quite intensely at John as she fanned herself a bit feverishly.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:27 am
Be joyful and indulge with us down the galley, or be dead, Captains orders
Immediately, Baxter's entire demeanor changed. His reaction was not one of fear, but one of trained calmness hiding rage.
"You will stay that pistol, or this will be your life's last moments." The way he conducted himself, it was clear that Reginald was more than just a simple doctor as he had the reflexes of a well trained killer. "This is your last warning, put the gun away. I don't take orders from pissants like you. I am doing what the Captain has instructed me to do."
Baxter looked at Miss Kale, "I thank you for your trying to help, but there is no need to make excuses to one such as him." Baxter changed his view to Syn, "You can help by no longer wiping sweat from your brow for starters."
His head snapped back to John. "So what is your choice, are you going to stay your pistol, or am I granting you an early death?"
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:24 pm
These are the Captains orders, not mine. You act as if your the only one who can kill.
Relax Doctor, this gun isnt if loaded, I dont intend to have any of us in that pile of the dead.
Im going to enjoy some food, and the Captain wants you down there as well. If the Captain so wishes, he can shoot you himself, so down your scapel it be only food.
*Uncocks his pistol and makes his leave back to the galley*
|Continued in the galley|
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:41 pm
*Sighing at the Doctor for his unneeded outburst, she kept quiet and simply decended through the hatch. She was rather upset with the Doctor's attitude at that moment, but she really had no choice. Jaden had tried to give the man a chance to walk away quietly, but instead tried to incite a riot right there with a fellow officer.
She found it curiously odd, however. His demeanor had changed for a brief moment when speaking to John. It was as if he was more than what he normally presented himself. A slight chill streaked down her back and yet she couldn't exactly place why that one moment caused her reaction. There was cause to be cautious, but she didn't know why.*
<< Continued in the Galley >>
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:26 pm
The insane little Purser watched the scene unfold before her eye, grinning broadly and letting out a crow of laughter at the Doctor's reaction to having a gun pulled on him. She found it high sport indeed, so long as she wasn't in the path of the bullet.
"Aaahahahaha! Trying to get kilt 'fore the English get here, eh?"
Still chuckling, she didn't bother to go down to the Galley to eat. She had not been invited, nor did she desire as much to stare at food that she was incapable of eating. But, finally, she gave a sigh and trudged down to the Galley.
- Continued in the Galley. -
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:24 pm
After John disappeared below once more, the doctor relaxed. He turned to Syn once more. "I'm sorry if I seemed curt earlier, I do not respond well to threats. However, it would be of great help if you don't wipe the sweat from your brow. Part of having the plague is sweating profusely and having a look of exhaustion, so you look the part well enough and it will be less convincing if you clean yourself up. Now if you'll excuse me, I've much work left to do. I have to finish making the presentation here on deck and then continue to tend to the rest of the crew."
Baxter began to set back to his assigned task, and paused. He looked at Syn once more, "Again, I apoligize, I hope I didn't upset you." With that he continued applying tar and powder to the fallen and setting the deck as if it was ashambles.
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:48 am
Now the last person left on deck, Baxter rushed to finish his task. With a few bodies scattered about the deck along with rigging lines and equipment everywhere, there was little more Baxter could do up above. The only thing left was to descend to the galley to tend to the hands.
He picked up what tar and powder was left and made his way below.
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