"Catch and release," she replied, rolling down her sleeve. "Them gators can get rill fiesty."
She delved into her fanny pack, rooting around until finally producing a fat, dog-eared cigar.
"Lovely weather we're havin'."
Natsuko-neko
phantompanther13
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 2:59 pm
Tain was defiantly excited for this adventure and what it would bring she could only imagine and she totally wanted to ask questions but she was willing to wait to ask later on since they were asked to meet there group mates. Turning over her pass to see what group she would be in. Seeing that it was a Centaur, well those were difficult costumes to do even with the special effects that could be done now days.
Wandering around a little on the boat to find those in her group not really paying too much attention to the other on the boat except to say to herself about how to fix clothing on people to make it look a lot better on the person. Tain then heard someone call out Centaurs and wondered if it could be others in her group. Smiling when she had spotted the one that had called out was a man dressed in a dragon costume, oh man did she wanted to touch his costume to find out what it was made of. Also Tain was making notes in her head on how to do some improvements to the costume.
Keeping her hands to herself along with her thoughts to herself for now, as Tain walk up to the dragon man along with a few others too, maybe there were also in the same group as she was. “Hi, I’m Tain Baker. I take it that you guys are also in the Centaur group?” she asked smiling.
Guest Name: Tain Baker Guest Profession: FX Artist/Costume Designer Physical Description: Mid thirties, with short wavy brown red that is slightly silvered hair, around 5’2” in height. Tain mostly wears jeans and a t-shirt as to not muck up her good clothing when working on projects, which is most of the time. Brief Character Profile: Tain is very curious and if need be will ask questions to get the answers she wants. She also thinks before asking or talking since Tain’s way of thinking is once you say anything it’s hard to take your words back if said wrong. Tain loves to try and figure out how things are build weather it be a prop or a costume and then after figuring it out how it was made to then figure out a way to make it look so much cooler. Don’t get Tain started talking about fabrics or your wont hear the end of it since she loves fabrics.
Bear grabbed his friend's arm as he came close to support him. "You took your motion sickness pills right?" Bear had a few spares. he had a few spares of pretty much everything that might be needed, which is why he was developing a frown as this attorney prattled on assuming he was some college delinquent.
"Mr., ah.." Bear peered at the other's badge, "Mr. Wimple, if you do not appreciate first names on this tour which was supposed to be a casual business consultation, then I would have you address me as Mr. Inmahgrills, if you would." Oho, there his sarcasm was coming out with an overpolite manner. "Motion-sickness is purely involuntary and while detrimental cannot be purely prevented. If they puke we clean it up, the end. It is no personal attack on you, in any fashion." Bear took a deep breath. This is why he preferred trees, they had so much more common sense. instead of continuing a fruitless topic Bear flipped over his friend's badge to check for a sticker. "Steve, it appears this is our group. The fellow in the shiny loafers there is a lawyer, I am not sure about the lady." Bear turned to the somewhat scruffy girl/lady fighting the same problem as Steve. "Allow me a proper introduction, I am Bear Inmahgrills, a naturalist. This is Steve Notsoirwin, he studies a broad range of zoology. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss, or is it Mrs? Emelia. Do we need to find you a seat?"
Bear was already looking around for one to secrete Steve into. Preferably in a corner. in the midst of conversation he completely forgot the Lawyer's demand to look at his badge. It hadn't seemed necessary in the first place, what would be the point of fictionalizing the group you were in? None.
Eranas
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Vethrfolnir
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 3:47 pm
Dorian was grumpy. Mostly because one, he felt like there should have been at least some cute girls serving drinks with stupid little umbrellas with sleezy names on board. And two- He got water on his custom Dior photography bag. Did no one seriously know how much his baby was worth? Why did they risk his baby- Baby being his several thousand dollar camera with far too many add ons and customizations. Still he was relaxing, phone open in one hand while he read at the role-play the other lifting up his camera and taking a few candid shots.
Of certain things that both woman and a few men could appreciate.
TiMA
Spiderman was wondering why Tony thought flying was so great. Well, sure it had it's uses but why bother when you had more reliable means of travel? "Question." The young would be hero or vigilante lifted his hand halfheartedly, "Just how many times has this blown up or sent someone to the hospital?" Because chances were it was a lot.
Not everyone could be Tony ******** Stark after all, (mostly because no one else had an ego that damn huge).
Mister Wimple gave Mister Inmahgrills a very impassive look as he fussed with the strap of his manpurse laptop bag, his nose lifting in the air just slightly.
"I'm not cleaning anything up, and I would have to kindly ask that perhaps you direct the vomit over the edge of the ship, Mister Inmahgrills."
Crossing his scrawny arms over his chest, Harlan tapped a penny-loafer clad shoe in annoyance. The toupee he wore shifted slightly when a small breeze picked up, sending it tottering over his ear as if it were melting off of the top of his head.
Eranas
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Vethrfolnir
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:02 pm
Bear's return stare was rather impassive itself. This was the type that was full of themselves. The type he couldn't stand. But also the type that was amusing to watch, as they tried to adapt to any sort of outdoor experience and failed miserably. "You do not ask kindly at all, even though I never dictated cleaning was your job. You inferred it was your job, nothing else. Assumptions are dangerous things." Especially with which plants were edible or not, and the like. Bear watched with slightly hooded eyes as Mr. Wimple's toupee shifted. "Did you not use enough double sided tape, or did the sweat make it un-stick?" He wondered in a very quiet whisper to himself.
Lydia returned the firm handshake with one of her own, but before pulling away instead leaned in closer, and inhaled deeply, practically shoving her face into his chest.
"You have a very appealing scent." She said in an almost hushed and conspirational tone as she straightened back up, as though pointing out his smell rating was the most normal thing in the world. She was certainly smiling again now like it was a completely normal thing.
"Yes! MATES! We should be mates." Was she speaking in the friend sense or......???
Algie (yes she had bothered to read his name tag when she was leaned in very close earlier), would never know.
"No no. I took something an hour before we boarded! The package said to take two at least an hour before travelling." She nodded rather enthusiastically, her mass of tangled curls bobbing behind her, and causing more loose strands to fall in front of her face once more. A passing glance was given to his bracelet, a curious looking thing that she was not sure she recognized, but took his word for it's practicability.
"An adventure!" She practically shouted, her eyes lighting up. "That's what Daniel said! He believes in magic." She began gigglesnorting all over again. "Which is just silly of course." This coming from the woman who believed that all manner of mythical creatures truly existed, though if one questioned her on it she would explain that it all has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with science and biology.
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession:Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing this t-shirt, short torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag which is filled with who knows what (definitely a ziplock of boogers). She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
She's a little...weird at times~
iloveyouDIE
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 5:03 pm
Seeing the particular phoenix sign, Penelope winded her way through the crowd until she stopped in front of the one holding it, adjusting her hat with a smile. She'd already looked at the back of her name tag, and was pleased to find that someone else had the initiative to gather them together instead of taking a gander at other people's name tags in a shim sham sort of way.
"Greetings!" She stated as politely as she could, adjusting her hat with flourish as she brought out a notebook, beginning to write things down, observing those around her.
Looking at Mister Bear, she shakes her head with a weak smile. Her ruffly hair going everywhere as the elastic band holding it back snaps and she is now covered in black fuzzy hair. In fact it poofs over her eyes into an afro formation and she goes silent.
One of the most embarrassing things is to throw up on people, However this seems to have beaten that nauseous feeling back. Right now Emilia resembles a giant spoon with chocolate cake exploded on it. And she feels this. Slowly one hand moves up to try and smoothen the fuzzy hair down, completely missing Mister Wimple's own hair problems.
"I-I'm fine. Not nauseous any more, I am trying not to remember that we're on a boat. "
Wingseagle
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Vethrfolnir
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 5:09 pm
“Agreed, agreed,” Louise mused, eyes focused on the small stone Ian had pulled from the fathoms of his clothes. As a dragon, gems were very important, in fact he had a rather extensive collection at home. “What a beautiful stone!” he exclaimed, though he had no clue of its authenticity, nor would he know how to tell even if he had been confronted with the real thing.
But further pestering on his part had to wait; to his delight, the rest of the group was arriving. And there were women! A little surprised at receiving smiles instead of glares from opposite sex, Louise beamed proudly, reaching out to shake Iris and Tain’s hands enthusiastically.
“Hi, hello centaurs! Iris, Tain, wonderful, wonderful to meet you. I’m Louise Pendergrass, author of Diary of a Dragon, and this fine mister over here is Ian, right?” he asked, gesturing at the tall blonde nearby. “Oh, and the one looking like he’s about to lose his lunch again is… Lenny?”
A broad smile split Bear's face as he tried to lighten the mood, or at least put Emilia at ease. The lawyer he couldn't say was being helpful to that end. He was sorry he didn't have anything he could offer her as a hairtie. He didn't have any rubber bands with him, and he'd deemed his emergency parachute-cord wristband too casual and left it at home. No rope or string.
"Well let me help distract you Miss. What is your profession, if I may ask?" Bear awkwardly tried to make small talk. He wasn't good at this.
Eranas
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pinchmonster
Vethrfolnir
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 5:30 pm
There was a man with a very fancy name and an impressively large beard saying something about groups and guest passes. Mira didn't entirely trust these so-called "guest passes" after seeing that hers erroneously labeled her as a... a... not-writer. Because she wasn't a conspiracy theorist. Not anymore, anyway. Not as far as anyone would know. Some angry red scribbles made sure of that.
It was with some trepidation that she finally turned her pass over. On the back was the word gnome. She squinted hard at it. Mira stayed there for a very long time. It was entirely possible she was misreading it and hadn't consumed enough coffee before boarding the boat and... Oh wait they were on a boat and they were moving and there was a squeaky voice saying something about gnomes.
Mira wandered over to the voice like a twig unreasonably attracted to a strange voice. Gathered around another well-dressed man were two other men, one who looked very green, and one who called himself a bear. There was a woman, too, who Mira vaguely remembered commissioning for a book cover. Emilia... something.
She stood there stooping over them, her eyes wide as she absorbed their conversation. After minutes of creepy lurking she eventually gleaned their names -- the stuffy suit was Mister Harlan, bear guy was... Bear, green one was Steve, and Emilia's last name wasn't that far off from 'something'. Finally, she broke her silence.
Guest Name: Mira Ruskin Guest Profession: Fantasy novelist on the hunt for new material. Her stint as a columnist in UFOs Unlimited is best left unmentioned. Group: Gnomes Physical Description: Mira stands close to six feet tall, dark skin stretched taut over wiry limbs, the whole of her built up with severe angles. She keeps a mess of curly reddish-brown hair forced into a braid or stuffed into a black beanie. Subsisting almost entirely on a diet of ramen and coffee, her dark eyes don't blink nearly as often as they should, and they seem much too wide for her face. She wears a pair of glasses broken at the bridge. Brief Character Profile: After her last failed attempt to get her novel published, Mira spent most of her days pouring over the sea of red ink that was her manuscript, trying to figure out what her book needed. Something fresh. Exciting. Marketable. Something with monsters. When the invitation to the Wonder Park arrived, Mira jumped at the chance to find some new inspiration. She'd even be willing to forget that they specifically referenced her credentials from The-Job-That-Must-Not-Be-Named. Your AIM & Minipet SN: vauntmure & Vethrfolnir
[OOC: I'm sorry I'm so late to the party! Thank you for keeping me updated on everything, my fellow gnomes ; w; <3]
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 5:42 pm
She still tried to pull her hair back, but sighed and decided to leave it alone until they safely reach the shore. Besides the obstruction of view is only enough to stop her from realizing their still on a boat. And she can draw! Which she begins doing as she opens the book back up to change her gnome into a fuzzy headed gnome.
"O-oh I'm sorry I am a cartoonist.. not a good one.. and I'm not really very famous at all."She mumbles this quietly to the Bear
When suddenly another member of their party shows up. Her head turns to get a glance at her so she can finish drawing the group picture, but she gasps loudly and stares. "Mira? You're here too? "
Wingseagle
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Vethrfolnir
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 6:03 pm
Was she ... sniffing him? Algie got an odd look on his face and froze for a split second. He smelled like men's deodorant, old books, and pipe tobacco. It was a casual habit, the pipe, and he'd left it behind as he wasn't sure if this excursion was proper for smoke breaks. "Ah.." When she leaned back and complimented him, he could only chuckle in confusion. "Thank you."
"Oh well, magic." The man leaned back and relaxed a bit. "Is a very interesting subject and, well, in many ways I also think that magic exists..." He pushed his glasses up a bit. "In different forms and practice of course. It's a bit of a hobby of mine, magical research.. mythologies.. fictions.." He paused a moment with a chuckle, as if he'd been rambling about himself too much even though it had only been seconds. Algie was hyper polite if he remembered to be. "Who is Daniel? What is it... that you do?"
Seussi
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor Group: Mermaid Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
As Emelia pulled out her book and began to oodle, Bear tried to discreetly peek over her shoulder at her work, failing due to the fluff of hair. He heard the other woman's comment about gnomes shortly before Emelia's quiet mumble. Why they were good gnomes he had no idea.
"I am sure you are better than you give yourself credit for, all artists are." Bear responded politely, before his attention was grabbed more firmly by her response to the newcomer.
"Someone you know?" He mumbled back to the cartoonist while smiling at Mira welcomingly.
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin
