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His fingers brushed soaked yarn and he gave an extra push to hook his hand below the other boil's armpit so he could hoist him up, one handed, and set his feet safely on the deck again. He was light for a ghost, and beyond that the older boil was something of a fitness nut.

Now that he wasn't in immediate danger of being eaten by a shark the little whisp was turned about so Seiji could place a hand on either shoulder as he kneeled in front of him. Red on black eyes searching him over as if expecting to find some injury. It wasn't like the kid had hit anything on his way down, but that sort of logic seemed to have escaped the black haired boil. "Are you ok?"

And beyond that. "Don't do that again."

(oooh, thank you~! I'll try to keep him from eating it. >_>)

"Oh, that makes sense!" Thackery chimed, still dangling the decrepit crayon over the edge. "It's pretty much the exact opposite to where I come from...and there aren't a lot of fish where I lived. They smell really bad. I guess sometimes the sulfur and smoke and stuff can stink, but not as bad as fish." He wrinkled up his nose to properly demonstrate his distaste in the reeking creatures, just in time to have one lunge at the crayon, land at his feet, and choke a bag of rice halfway out its gaping mouth. "Ew! I never had to deal with that, either!" Cautiously, he kicked at the fish with his boot. No, he'd never like to live by the sea. Not if it meant smelling like this all the time.

"Being a harpy sounds fun. I mean, I like being a Cerberus and a triplet and everything, but you get feathers, and feathers are really nice." He watched her begin to paint the drab fish as he idly bothered the bag of rice, not seeming to notice when the bloated grains started to spill out. "Hey, it kinda matches you!"

((I'm moving this on so that I can do a game that isn't 'MOAR FEESH!' ..sorry guys))
exclaim Current boat stats for Hexapoda Insecta for March 13th, 2011:
Size of boat: Large
Food left: 200 - 25 - 50 = 125
Fear Tries left: 2
Days traveled so far (Icly): 10 + 2 + 3 = 15

Calder (MK) - 27/32 HP
Seiji (Bee) - 27/32 HP
Lizzy (Dragain) - 27/32 HP
Jove (Grey) - 27/32 HP
Thackery (nyet) - 27/32 HP
Alessa (ary) - 27/32 HP
Draven (grngriff) - 27/32 HP
Aymet (tig) - 27/32 HP
Aldara (skye) - 27/32 HP
Charlie (chobi) - 27/32 HP
Elaphe (han) - 27/32 HP

exclaim EVENT:



The fog had rolled in. It wasn't a horrible fog at first, but slowly, over the course of the hours, Cricket standing at the front of the ship became one of the few things that could still be seen. And even her glowing form was being masked by the thick of the fog.

It wasn't long before she looked to the crew, seemed to consider her options, before saying, quite seriously;

"I think it'll be safest if you all retire below deck for now." With that, she paused, seeming to consider her options, she said nothing more...though she had had a thought for a while about doing something more.

Once below deck, however, it seemed that someone had left a surprise there of sorts. Given how scarce bedding had been for the first chunk of the trip, it was with great surprise that someone had made a pillow fort.

..... Maybe that explained the sudden lack of birds in the sky the other day.....

But with pillows galore, and no Cricket to watch everybody, it became time for aaaaaaaaaaaaaa---

It was about the time some lunatic started a fish painting contest that Elaphe lost all desire to stick around the crowd, and thus the boy (bile stained pants and all) grabbed his catch by the tail, and even his disgusting throw-up box, and proceeded to drag the carcass full of dead weight as far off as he could around the other end of the deck for more... well, solitary butchering. Without his claws and fangs proper, it was a challenge; in fact, how he managed to filet the thing and slice it apart at all was a mystery for the ages. But he did, and in time, the little Nguruvilu had prepared himself a fairly respectable spread, which he spent the remainder of the day chewing on.

... All the while, he sat there, and he listened. To what? Well, there were a lot of things: the ocean, for one, the other passengers babbling distantly, even the occasional fish breaking surface down below. Staring off into the fog as it crept in, he could only hope Nosi and Donner were doing alright back home... surely, Lapid would keep them in order, right? The water scareon was always comfortably independent, and surely, he could take care of things in the boy's abence... couldn't he?

Elaphe was not used to putting his faith in others, regardless of how much he trusted the-- wait, wait a second; what was going on now?

Apparently the school nurse was calling them all below deck again, due to... what, the fog? Personally, he didn't find it that unsettling, but kept his mouth shut as he kicked the remaining fish carcass overboard, (hesitantly) grabbed his lone 'prize' under arm, and wandered back down again, no doubt to go be a recluse and.... drown in a sea of pillows?

For a minute he just stopped and stared at the great fluffy mass. For reasons he couldn't pinpoint at the time, a shiver crawled up his spine, and his frown deepened. This couldn't end well. He just knew it.

Immediately with his free arm he snatched up a pillow near him and began to scoot off along the wall, secretly searching for somewhere to GET THE HECK AWAY before he got clouted half to death by his bigger, stronger peers.

It was like he sensed what a prime target he was.

RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.

Jove was not overly uncomfortable with the fog, it was an interesting sensation sitting in the rigging surrounded by nothing but damp whiteness, it made him feel like he was dreaming, or sitting in the clouds, or numerous other things that would occasionally pop into the minds of children. But he scurried down the rigging and into the hold anyway, no sense in displeasing the nurse without good reason.

He trotted down the stairs, intent on looking for someone he knew when he froze at the sight of all the pillows littering the floor, thicker than any moss he had seen in his life. With his ears perked, he dashed into the fray, grabbed the fluffiest pillow he could find, and ran with it in hopes of flopping on it childishly where nobody would see. The softest thing he had cuddled with on their trip was another student, and even then he hadn't intentionally done so, and made himself aloof and adult-like not long after he woke up from whatever nap had induced such indecent behaviour.

The pup didn't get too far with his pillow before one foot slipped out from under him, the silk cushion directly underneath shifting and causing him to lose his balance. He faceplanted into the pillows, arms outstretched in front of him, the pillow he wanted to snuggle with so badly coming down right on Calder's head only seconds after the kelpie's own ambush.

Alessa really, really wanted to get off this boat. It was a thousand times worse than the train ride to Christmas Town had ever been. At least she wasn't nauseous anymore...but that was mainly because she hadn't eaten in a few days. Fishing did nothing for her state as a vegetarian. So, while she had been able to perhaps be a bit more sociable, she'd been rather week, so she certainly hadn't been chasing Jove around when he got restless or anything. She couldn't handle it.

She awoke from a small nap when everyone was ushered down below. She had hoped it was finally for a real mean, but no. Instead she was met with a sea of pillows...Jack damn it, it just made her want to go to sleep again. She glanced blearily at Jove, Seiji, and Calder to see what they were up to and...Oh! They were having a pillow fight? She had fond memories of such antics with LW, and sometimes the boys, so even though she was dead tired and her knees sometimes trembled from lack of food, she looked a little eager.

She took a large, poofy pillow in hand and tried to take aim but uh...it was a bit hard, as all three boys were rather close together, at least from where she stood on the opposite side of the hold. When she tossed it, it flew awkwardly, and rather harmlessly, in Seiji's direction. "Oopps! Sorry, Seiji..."

He had barely managed to draw his arm back from his assault on the kelpi's head when another of the downy projectiles ht him squarely in the back. Attacked from behind?! Who would dare?

Spinning about the ghost eyed the wererabbit as she proceeded to apologize for the hit, dark eyes narrowing as a competitive little grin tugged at the corners of gray lips. Oh, it was on! Winding up the pillow already in his hand the boil tossed it baseball style at the ghouls face. Not particularly hard, he didn't want to hurt her, but Calder had been accurate in his battle cry. This was War.

As he released the pillow he turned, looking to see if the pup had seen his impressive skills with pillow tossing, only to see him get walloped by Calder.