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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:06 am
[dock]
Lenore's eyes light up. So the station master wasn't lying! Ignoring all proper protocol, she semi-crouched down and began digging through her satchel. "Paperwork, paperwork, where's the... ah!" She scanned through it to make sure it was right, then began to jostle her way through the crowd.
Grinning up at the captain (at least, she assumed he was, he did say he commanded the ship, right?), she held out the slips of paper to him. "Wonderful ship you have here, sir. Has some character, but she's beautiful still. Sorry if it might seem sudden, but I have the papers already. The stationmaster had them filled out and stamped and all those fun details finished when I went there today. Amazing, isn't it? Granted, I've been asking him if any ships have been sailing for a while, so it wasn't that hard of a thing for him to guess; he's probably had them ready for a while now. Personally I think he finally got tired of me asking and finally did his job, but that's just an opinion. Cog Island? What an interesting sounding name, I've never heard of it before..." She stopped rambling suddenly, after realizing that all of that came out as almost one long word, and imagined the impression she must be making. A right raving madwoman, you must appear.
Blushing slightly, she smoothed back her hair and grinned again, slightly more nervously than before. "Sorry sir, I'm just a bit eager to finally travel again. Hopefully. There's been a few false starts the past couple weeks, which hasn't really helped the wanderlust that's been affecting me lately. Oh, do say I'll be allowed aboard!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 7:35 am
[Galley]
Penelope turned and stared athe gold-toned clank that entered the room and stood before Mr Myles. It was a beautiful machine, but why a clank would be so special was beyond her. "Does this clank have something to do with the attempted take-over?" she asked.
As she spoke, a small dog came bounding into the galley. It seemed to be making a bee-line for the muffins on the counter. Assuming it wouldn't hurt, Penelope took a muffin and set it before the dog. "Here you go, little guy."
((I hope that was okay, Nishi.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:00 am
"This clank will enable us to communicate with the one behind it all."
He turns to the clank. "Unit 13. Please have a seat at the table."
It does so.
Myles takes the kettle off the heat at the precise moment it begins to quietly whisper the beginnings of a whistle. He then places some tea in a straining bulb, dangles it into a ceramic pot, and pours the hot water in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 10:03 am
Daniel smiled at the Lady. "Cog island is on of the islands near the isle of Gambino. not one of the major ports, but it is a rather industrial oriented and famous for all kinds of crazy stuff."
Daniel takes the papers from her, checking them over, and adds it to the pile. "Welcome aboard Ma'am, cabis are on the third level down. I need to speak with my crew and get this filed, so please make your self at home. If youneed any assistance, you may ask the clanks wandering around for help if no one is available."
Daniel ushers Lenore aboard, tips his hat and turns and heads to the galley with a swish of metal wings.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:11 pm
[Gallery]
He pants wearily as he rests against the door frame of the gallery.
"Bloody....dog....ffins..?" His stomach grumbles loudly and his face flushes with embarrassment. When was the last time he ate something? two...four days? He softly smiles as he sees his dog wag its tail in delight.
"umm..may...may I have a muffin...?" He too eyes the muffin with hunger as he drools a little bit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:56 pm
Myles notes the hunger in the man's eyes. Having traveled across continents alone in an autogyro, he is no stranger to times of hunger.
"Go right ahead, sir. But pace yourself, if you eat them too quickly you'll make yourself sick. I assure you, there's plenty, so no need to rush."
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 7:27 pm
"And I can always make more." Penelope added. "We also have tea brewing."
She straightened and brushed her hands on her pants before picking up a muffin for the strange, and slightly bloody, man. The amount of blood on him and his clothes was a little worrisome, actually. She bit her lip and glanced pointedly at the scratches on his chest. "Um, have you seen the ship's doctor?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 11:30 am
[deck]
She beams happily. "Thank you very much, sir! I'll do that right away." Her eyes sweep across the deck, taking in every detail of it before turning back to the captain, just in time to see him head inside. "Oh, by the... oh well." Tilting her head, she tries to figure out if she just saw that correctly. Wings? Who wears wings inside?
Deciding that it doesn't matter, she laughs out of joy, and heads down to the cabins.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:36 am
 A sort of wild looking woman with golden framed glasses hurries her way through the docks, apparently unathletic and out of breath. She is a rather skinny creature. Even with her corset as tight as a duke's wallet, she seems to be lacking in...ahem...assets. Her hair is dark and moves disobediently around her head, as can be told by how many times she shakes it to keep it all out of her face. She would use her hands, but one is toting around a rather heavy looking portmanteau, and the other has a fistful of papers in its clutches. The woman's burgundy eyes look rather tired, as if she doesn't sleep very much, and, despite being washed and in her best dress, one can find smudges of soot on her face. "I'm not--" Heave "I'm not--" Gasp "I'm not too late, am I?" Wheeze.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 5:37 pm
[gallery]
He slowly eats his muffin quietly, and listens to all of the conversations being pasted around wondering what all of the hubbub is about. He sighs softly and eyes the people in the room with caution. Could these people be trusted? They didn't look like pirates, but one can never quite judge a book by its cover. He sighs again and watches his dog contently as it goes around and sniffs everybody and everything.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:50 pm
A clank steps into the infirmary. "Message: your presence is requested in the galley for a crew meeting."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 1:39 pm
[docks]
one of the clanks had over heard the exchange between the Captain and Lenore, it pivoted and approached the new passenger, "Welcome aboard the Khaos Ma'am. We shall not be leaving the docks until later this evening. If you have your papers in order, one could take them to the captain." the clanks said indicating itself.
"Shall one help you with your items ma'am? One can then show you to an available lodging" the voice of the clank is almost musical, not the deep rough voices most clanks should have.
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[Galley]
Daniel enters the galley, occupied with studying his papers on the new arrivals. he had never liked the paperwork side of running a ship, but it must be done. if nothing else than to avoid any more chaos on a alrady chaotic ship.
Noticing the new clank, #13 9which hadn't been with the other clanks he had been loaned, he looked it over, obviously Myles doing, or his counter parts. a fine machine by his reckoning. Daniel didnt need to see the clockwork to know the quality. in this day and age, form suited function, and if a machine was beautiful by human standards so were the insides. usually.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 4:23 pm
Unit 13 looks back at Daniel. Even though it obviously has no optical apparatus inside those empty eyes, its mannerisms are quite lifelike as it moves its head to view him. The other clanks seem to be developing an increasing vocabulary, but they never seem to shake the impression that they are only tools, incapable of taking initiative or doing anything without being ordered. This machine, however, is something else entirely. It is displaying active curiosity.
Even now, it reaches out and takes a muffin. It splits open the baked item and examines the interior.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 2:03 pm
Penelope was sitting on the countertop, feet swinging, when more people started to enter the galley. She was watching people, but had a blank expression on her face. Her head was tipped to the side, an ear back toward the kitchen. The tea kettle started to whistle softly and she jumped from her perch to retrieve the boiling water and make tea.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:39 pm
"Daniel, did you see Nysth? I was hoping to wait for him before beginning, because he was involved in the whole event. But if we must start without him we shall."
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