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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:45 pm
That face! Good heavens, Abigail could spot that face in a hurricane and it would still rock her to the core more than the actual storm. It presented a most disturbing issue, or at least it had the potential to, should the man to whom the face belonged have spotted her. She doubted it though, for just as quickly as she had seen him he had gone, not once seeming to have cast a glance upward. How on earth had the b*****d made his way to the Anachronism?
Worrisome, but she wasn't going to let him eat up the rest of her day.
A lady's voice broke through her thoughts and drew her away from the rail. Miss Emelia was calling to her it seemed, something about assistance. She seemed to be concerned with something off the deck which made Abigail concerned. Walking along the railway she peeked overboard, attempting to see what the fuss was all about. In a short while her gaze fell on a rather roughed-up looking fellow who seemed to have a little dog running in orbit around his feet. Stopping when she was beside Emelia, she cupped a hand around her mouth and called down to Daniel who seemed to have the situation moderately under control.
"Word is that you've got a friend in need, captain. Want me to come down?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 10:04 pm
Myles finishes reading and looks up to the clank. "New Priority Order. Find me my walking stick. I need to talk to Daniel."
The clank immediately stops cleaning, the job not finished but the chaos visibly improved. It then marches out of the infirmary.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 12:03 am
Daniel studies the man in front of him, strange tattoos can be seen peeking from under his clothing, but despite the fall from somewhere above (there was too many airships about to tell where he fell FROM) he seemed alright albeit unsteady.
"We have another tumbler Doc, Fell out of the sky across the deck and face[planted into the dock." Daniel says to Abigale. he turns to the newcomer, "Whats your name friend? care to rest a bit?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:48 am
[Galley]
Penelope stopped baking when she realized she had about 4 dozen muffins lined up on the counter and no one in the galley to eat them. People would be there soon enough, she reasoned. She set about cleaning up the kitchen and galley.
After only a little while, the room grew a bit stuffy and warm. Penelope opened the window. It was a nice day outside, and a small breeze carried bits of the shouted conversations on the docks to her. It was almost like music to the city girl.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:23 am
He tries to coherently process the he was just asked as he debates on telling the man his real name or the one the Slave traders gave him, as his dog yaps at him again.
"N-nish...I mean Finagle....Finagle is my name" He responds. "....do you have any willow bark....? my head is killing me..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:02 am
The clank returns and presents the walking stick, caked with blood and gore. Myles shakes his head, cleans it as best he can, and uses it to help him move about more quickly. He sets out of the infirmary to find Daniel.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 1:57 pm
Abigail scoffed.
"And he's still alive?" She glanced at Emelia and raised a brow. "What exactly about this ship causes injured people to gravitate towards it?" She cupped her hand around her mouth and called down again, the man seemed a bitty wobbily so she continued talking to Daniel. "If he's still functioning, ask if he wants me to come down or just throw a bandaid overboard."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:16 pm
He groans as as blood seeps though his jacket and down his pants, still clutching his head and now his side. When did that get there? I don't recall getting shot at...man, I'm a bag of mess today.
His dog whimpers and starts to bark at the lady yelling down at them. "Wan Wan! Wanwan Wan!" and tugs on his master's pant leg to bring him closer to the airship.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:20 pm
Myles moves right along outside, having caught a glimpse of the captain from a porthole. He approaches. "Daniel, I think it of great importance that we arrange for Ms. Bruno to be brought before the crew in conference. I think they all have a right to question their would-be usurper face to face. And I have uncovered a method by which this may be done."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:22 pm
[Deck]
Emelia shook her head and shrugged in response to Abigail's rhetorical question, smiling just a little.
She watched the man sway, and pursed her lips, wondering if it would be her place to help the doctor take an injured man back to the infirmary. Best to wait for someone in charge to make a move before being helpful.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:08 pm
[docks]
Spotting the blood in an instant, Daniel takes the mans arm and moves him on board. "Well doc, we seem to be taking in anyone who comes along (no thanks to me being such a softie...), and the injured are the ones who need help the most desperately i guess."
[deck]
"Please do what you can with him, should the guild medics be needed dont be afraid to ask." Turning to Myles, " indeed we should notify everyone of Ms Bruno's presence, I don't think many of us even noticed the incident aside from Nysth, Abigale, and myself. and perhaps Ms Talon had some excitement, but it would be wise to hold a conference. What did you find out? can you call one of the clanks and have it assist Mr. Finagle to the med bay?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:42 pm
"It's quite simple, really. All I have to do to talk to Ms. Bruno is to take a diluted and weakened dose of the transformative along with a small amount of an hallucinogen in order to loosen us, then allow her to animate a specialized clank."
He turns to the clank that had walked out with him and says, "Assist the injured gentleman to the infirmary please, then stand down from priority."
Turning back to the captain, "They will still listen to you. It's just that I seem to be able to issue higher commands."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:16 pm
[Deck To Halls]
Abigail ran a hand through her curls and followed closely behind the clank, eyeing the bot to make sure it kept it's arms away from any injuries. She wasn't sure what all was wrong with the man, obviously falling from the sky and hopping like a stone on water was never good for one's health, so she couldn't say for sure whether a guild doctor would be needed or not.
"Alright sir, you just hang in there and we'll get you patched up nice and shiny." She smiled. "While we stroll, I suppose we ought get to know one another. I'm Abigail Tennant, you are..?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:44 pm
"Nish-... I mean Finagle..." He responds as he shrugs off his jacket showing his scratched up bleeding chest and cut side. He winces after his dog jumps up onto the table and tries to clean the deep cut on his side with it's tongue.
"Moch!" He covers the wound with his hand, flinching as his fingers brush against the orb hanging around his pet's neck.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 5:26 pm
[Galley]
Penelope finished with the muffins and, after a little bit of digging around in the kitchen cabinets, found some baskets and nice dishtowels too. She sorted the muffins by type into the baskets: chocolate chip, blueberry, and strawberry. There was no one in the galley, though, she realized. So, being ever inventive and rather lonesome, Penelope took another basket that she had found and loaded it up with muffins of all three kinds, then set out to find someone.
[Halls]
She wandered around the halls of the airship, almost until she was lost, trying to find someone to give a muffin to. Where would people be? she asked herself. The engine rooms? Nah. Maybe Dr Tennant would like a muffin. Penelope changed her course and headed to the ship's infirmary, hoping she would be there.
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