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 Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 8:16 pm
~Dock~
Myles turns to Daniel. "So, when shall we arrange this meeting?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:54 pm
"Yes, we should have everyone gather in the galley, aqs soon as we can all get free of our duties." It would take a little time to gather the whole crew into one room, but not impossible.
"We could have the clanks search for everyone and bring them in."
(ooc note: some of our members don't get on very often so we may have to autopilot them in. also passengers are welcome to join up now. just hop in as you wish. just try not to get hurt ^_^ The doc needs a break!)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 2:19 pm
"Very well. I'll be waiting there."
Myles makes his way to the galley. As he does so, he says to a passing clank, "Locate and activate Unit 13, and have it come directly to the galley, then have the clanks locate all passengers and crew who were present during Ms. Bruno's takeover and inform them that the captain has called for a meeting in the galley."
~Galley~
Myles now sits down in the galley and sighs, partly from exhaustion and partly from bewilderment at his situation, both with Ms. Bruno and suddenly finding himself being placed into the position of overseer of clanks. And he waits for arrivals.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:05 pm
[docks]
Lenore studies the crude map in her hand and sighs. She would be more excited about travelling again if she wasn't annoyed at the station master at the moment. Brush me off, will he... Still, she had to admit that it wasn't the worst ship to travel on - first impression told her it was a hardy ship. But, first impressions weren't the best to go on sometimes, so she studied the ship closer. It's... Well, granted, it was on the older side, but at least it had been (hopefully) test-flown before. That was... preferable; the little kinks had already been worked out, right? She grins at memories of past flights she had on new ships. Heh, granted, all those past test-flying crashes could have been because the inventors themselves weren't the best at building things like this. At least this one's still flying. At least, supposedly still flying. If the station master wasn't lying. Even if it is a bit worse for wear... But, again, it was still in operation, worse for wear or not, so it that was a good sign, wasn't it? Laughing, she wonders if her optimism about the ship was due to wanting to travel again, even if she felt like she was being completely objective about the whole thing...
She hovers near the edge of the dock, playing absentmindedly with the strap of her satchel. She always had found it awkward asking for passage to places, doubly so when she wasn't quite sure who the captain was. Well, she supposed that would be cleared up soon enough, and until then she was more than happy to observe the ship and the people around her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:07 pm
~Galley~
Myles gets up and puts on a kettle for tea.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 11:38 am
[Hallway]
Halfway, or so, to the med bay, Penelope was stopped by a clank. It informed her of a meeting that she was expected to attend in the galley. "I just came from the galley," she whined. The clank turned her by her shoulders back toward the kitchen. She didn't bother resisting when teh clank started to push her in that direction. "Oh, fine. I'll go. Now, you go find someone else to push around."
[Galley]
Penelope entered the galley to find Mr Miles heating a kettle for tea. She smiled and sat her basket of muffins on the counter. "What is this I hear about a meeting? Do you know what's going on?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 2:31 pm
Nishizaka "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.
Abigail brushed away the clank, it had served it's purpose and had quickly become a bother.
"Well Finagle, perhaps you could tell me what all you crashed into and I could get started making the hurt go away." She smiled again and took the jacket from him, giving his wounds a quick glance. "Some scratches and... mm, a rather nasty looking cut there." She gave the dog a quick rub between his ears before setting about for her tools.
It didn't take long to grab everything she needed, most of it was still conveniently placed from the countless other people that had come in needing a patch-up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:35 pm
~Galley~
"I'm afraid I know a bit more about the thankfully short-lived takeover attempt than I care to. I'll explain it all when everyone arrives, as it would be difficult to go through it all multiple times. Until then, we shall have tea. And muffins."
He chooses a muffin, takes a bite, and nods appreciatively.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 7:01 pm
[Galley]
"Tea and muffins." Penelope nodded. "Always a good combination."
She took a muffin herself and ate it while she set out cups for any tea drinkers that may arrive later. If Mr Myles was right, and Penelope had little doubt that he was, then the whole crew would be in the galley soon.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:44 pm
A brilliantly polished golden clank enters the galley. It is unlike the other clanks.
Firstly, it is shorter than the original dozen, and of distinctly feminine lines. Its limbs are not simple struts, but sculpted as carefully as the face's lifelike image. The eyes of this face are empty.
On the front of the right shoulder piece there is inlaid a stone. A nugget of rock that has been polished flat on one section to create a vaguely circular facet, it bears a distinct resemblance to an eye. There are metal bars, two vertical and two horizontal, crossing over this stone in a # mark pattern to form a protective cage. Not far from this, etched into the upper chest on the right side is the number 13 in an ornate but blocky print.
The machine steps quietly into the room, then turns about to examine its surroundings. As it does so, it reveals a hemispherical rise just below the neck, between where the upper part of the shoulder blades would be on a person. Its lower back is occupied by a flat, circular, disc-like apparatus.
Having done this, it walks toward Myles and stands at attention before him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:15 am
He eyes her wearily and rubs his rust stained wrists.
"I think I hit the dock head on...speaking of which, do you happen to have any willow bark? My bloody head is killing me." He winces and flinches occasionally as she dresses his wounds. and the throbbing from the etchings in his skin didn't help much.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:08 pm
Abigail shook her head.
"I can't imagine why." She grabbed a bottle of apsrin. "No willow bark here but I'd be glad to give you a few of it's alternatives in pill form."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:39 pm
[dock]
shaking his head at the new guest aboard his ship, Daniel ponders why most new arrivals seemed to hurt themselves before becoming a part of the ship.... he hoped it wasn't a trend.
Noticing the crowd observing his ship, some of them eyeing it in wonder, which made him proud. while some were skepticly critiziing the airworthyness of the Khaos, which killed the previous feeling. glancing up at the ship, he sadly noticed that all the new paint he had bought had been worn and scraped as badly as it had been before he fixed it. at least he didnt have to worry about the paint, having his funds reimbursed by a few of the guilds less than gentlemenly characters. Daniel felt compeled to defend his ships honor.
"Ladies and gentlemen," HE called to get their attention, gulping at the collective stare. "While the Khaos here may look past her prime, she has held her own in battle and is one of the most stable ships i have commanded. we will be departing for cog island, a lesser traveled air route in a matter of hours. Any that would like to ride with us, please speak with the station master and bring any paper work with you as your board."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 9:36 pm
He takes some of the pills in his hand and studies them carefully, he takes a cautious glance at the doctor. He remembers the last time somebody gave him a pill for a headache, and it wasn't exactly a very pleasant experience that he would like to have again.
"These ARE safe right?" His dog yips and jumps off the table, following the scent of muffins hungrily. "MOCH!" He too quickly jumps off the table, as he frantically goes after his pet in a panic.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 1:24 am
"You're only taking a couple so it's fi-" Abigail stumbled backwards as a blur of dog and man dashed past. "Hey!"
Running about with all those wounds was hardly a good idea and yet there he went. Abigail frowned and wondered if she ought to follow after them.
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