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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 100-sided dice:
68
Total: 68 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:19 am
"I'm doing rather well, I think, except everything is purple, but I kinda like that." Nodding rather slowly so she didn't send the world spinning from whatever had drugged her up in that purple CruelAid. Scooting closer Sammy rested against Siddie under the shade of the parasol before waving her hand carelessly at Tess.
"I thiiiiink we might be... I think, wait Siddie you shot someone? Isn't that like, bad? Like making people dead-dead bad?" She turned towards Tess again jumping just a bit as the harpoon cannon was fired again. "YEPPE!"
Okay so Sammy MIGHT not like loud noises during the whole PURPLE-TRIP, as a result she stumbled away from the other two ghouls falling against another harpoon launcher sending a spear arcing through the air and into the sea.
Oh it also made Sammy leap across the deck and cling to Siddie for dear life.
"WHATDIDIDODIDIKILLSMONETOO!?!?!FRAKFRAKJACKDAMMIT!!!"
Without warning the Harpoon gun started to reel, apparently Sammy had stumbled on an auto reload button in her flailing, what arrived however was not so pleasing. A purple colored Tentacool flopped onto the deck.
"OH DEAR JACK I KILLED RILEY."
Commence Cruel-Aid Freak Out.
((On the bright side they gained another 13 lbs of fish!))
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 9:56 am
More syringes seemed to be missing him, some narrowly and others way off, but with most everyone having drunk the purple Cruel-Aid it seemed like help wouldn't be coming and most of his situation had gone unnoticed. Thus far, Tess had ignored his plea for a rope and he angrily punched at the water which nearly pulled him under as he momentarily ceased his swimming. Fortunately, another ghoul called out to him, one who didn't seem to have self esteem issues, and he yelled back "No I ain't okay!" in apparent agitation. Then, in a rush of blue and henna, the djinn ghoul dove in with a rope tied around herself. Icky's ears nearly stood straight up from surprised relief.
As her demon head breached the water, the boggart made an effort to swim closer to her, "'Least someone thought to--" --THUNK-- his head reeled back as a syringe embedded itself in his brow and he nearly went back under as his body momentarily became motionless. With a quiet murmur, it injected the mysterious green liquid right on the mark just before it was pulled back in by the one who shot it. His dark eyes were wide, gleaming white pupils the tiniest they had ever been, and very slowly began to dilate well past their norm. A green striped tongue poked out between a gap in his sharp yellow teeth just before he was taken under by the waves, the last thing he heard being a ghoul shouting "I'm sorry!".
Things got hazy, then. He was floating completely limp and it was the most comfortable thing he had ever felt in his life. Arms were all around him, cradling, touching, and he couldn't help but make a sound halfway between a groan and a giggle. In reality, he had just been pulled back aboard but all that he was sensing had been Hadiyya's hands. Once deposited on the boat, the boggart laid there, staring up at the bright sky with just a bit of blood on his forehead where the syringe had dug in and the stupid grin on his face was huge.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:29 pm
"Yes - thank you, er - Tess? Are you okay?" Maybe she should have listened to the students who went on the train trip and somehow wriggled her way out of this one. So far it was confusion and dismay all around. And seasickness. Let's not forget seasickness. Siddie's stomach certainly wasn't.
Being clung to by Sammy wasn't doing anything to help with the part where she'd been trying to check what happened to whoever she'd harpooned - but then Hadiyya hauled a boil over the railing, both of them soaking wet, and, okay, yeah, that was the guy. If nothing else, he was still alive. Further investigation would have to wait, because Sammy was panicking over -
"Sammy, no, listen, it's not Riley," she tried to explain. "It's just a tentacle thing. A tentacle thing that's not Riley."
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Huni Pi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
75
Total: 75 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:56 pm
It is all very likely that once the cruel-aid's effects on the vampire ghoul wore off, Tess would apologize profusely to Icky. Actually, it was a guarantee that once her mental faculties were restored, Tess was going to be making a jack-ton of apologies for her, um, "less than coherent" behavior. She'd never been under the influence of anything before (sheltered, suppressed ghoul is sheltered and suppressed) but she'd like to think she'd have some measure of self-control.
The self-deprecating thoughts were immediately cut into when Yaya hauled herself and Icky back on deck and Maritess gave an elated shriek of glee! "YOU'REBOTHSAFEYAAAAAAAAY!!!" she all but flew towards the pair until Sammy began screaming something about killing Riley.
What? NOOOOOOOO!!! "NOT RILEY!!!!" although not close with the mindflayer, Tess had seen what the zombie had caught and she remembered catching the same type of fish.
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OH JACK SHE CAUGHT RILEY EARLIER AND DIDN'T KNOW IT!? NOONONONONONO-"It's just a tentacle thing. A tentacle thing that's not Riley."-huh? Tentaclething? "TRIXIE!?! WHAT'S MY MINIPET DOING HEEEERE!??!" That the fish in question had eyes should have tipped Tess off that no, it is not her minipet (she'd left it in the closet back at school, for Jack's sake). But, again, the purple haze clouded her sights and judgment, making her reach for another harpoon-gun. Maybe if she caught something else, they wouldn't have to eat Trixie!
What she pulled up would have normally merited a sigh from the adorable. But Tess was too concerned for her minipet's safety.
((ooc: 2nd round 1st try caught 13 lbs.
1st round catch total 20lbs.))
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OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
51
Total: 51 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:31 pm
Tybalt was so startled, that he nearly tossed his harpoon-gun overboard due to the ghoul's shrieking. But instead slammed it into the rail, along with his hand.
"Ow! Jeez! Think you guys can tone it down a little?" He hissed; waving his hand around, in a attempt to shake off the pain. Though stopped when he felt a tug on the line. ...that was? Oh right! Fish! Fishing! He almost forgot that he had already fired the second syringe into the water and had been waiting for his prey to take the bait, when the two started yelling something about Riley and minipets. It was a good thing he didn't loosen his grip, otherwise he would have lost it! Now he just had to---
"Eh..?"
Pulling his 'prize' a little closer, his expression went blank as he stared at what he had caught. "You!" He snarled; pointing his finger at the fish in a accusing manner. "Didn't I already catch you!? How did you get back in the ocean!? Stupid fish! Trying to make a fool of me! I see your plan! I see it!" He growled, giving the fish a shake, before tossing over his shoulder to where the other fish he caught earlier still flopped about upon the deck.
Tybalt has caught another Bananafish!
Worth 8 lbs
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Pepzilla rolled 1 100-sided dice:
23
Total: 23 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:50 pm
Should the opportunity have arisen Bul would help Yaya and Icky up the best he could and stepped back to see any damage. "Icky... Icky, you conscious dude?" Bul asked seeing the massive puncture on his head and frowned. "Shouldn't we all be tying ourselves down or something? Just fishing off the side of the boat seems like a good way to get tossed overboard.." Bul uttered to himself a bit before glancing around at the others.
The red headed monster hobbled over to where the harpoon guns were after hooking his tail tightly around the railing. It should do fine, it was strong enough after all. He had to watch the other students for a minute or two before he could successfully attempt to launch the thing. Aight, I got this...
"FWHHHSHHHH!" the harpoon launched and Bul's nails gripped into the floor to prevent knock-back. Reeling it back in, he noticed he had actually caught something and grinned at his success. It wasn't a grand fish but it was a fish none the less... er.. so he assumed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:06 pm
Almost there, just a little further. Dark fingers reached out across the water between them, grabbing for the boy as the were tossed about by the relatively calm sea they were now treading water in. The gentle swells kept bringing them close before drawing them apart again the very second the djinn tried to grab for him. Surely the slowing effects of the cruel-aid played an additional hindrance as well, but in her oddly euphoric panic she didn't seem to notice.
Kicking her feet, she put an extra burst of power into her next grab and was rewarded with the feel of fabric against her fingers, fabric that she all but clung to as she pulled him in closer. Oh thank Jack, now they just had to get back up. Wide blue eyes turned upward to look up the side of their boat. Ha, haaaaa... ******** sound of impact so very close to her ear drew her attention back to the boil bobbing in the water beside her and she was horrified to see a syringe sticking out of his forehead. "Wha.. HOW!" She yanked it out, but not before the plunger had compressed and whatever it was inside had been injected into his face. "Oh Jack." The fluttering panic in her stomach grew as she watched his eyes, the pupils expanding twice their natural size. That couldn't be good. Worst yet, as the drug took effect, the boggart became nothing but so much dead weight.
Hooking an arm around him, she swam them back to the edge of the boat and untied the line around her middle so she could tie it around him instead, then looped around nail that wasn't quite hammered in all the way. Keeping the rope taunt so he wouldn't sink as she scrambled her way back up the side. That part was easy. Reeling him in after she'd gotten back up there was quite a bit more difficult. She wasn't sure if someone else helped(Though vaguely she got the sense that surely someone had to of, Icky was heavy) and she simply didn't notice, but after a time she managed to heft the tripping boggart back up to the railing, thenhooked her arms under his to give one last heave.
Not the best idea really, as this resulted in both of them toppling to deck floor with him half on top of her. Of course in her now exhausted and still quite high state she wasn't sure she cared. In fact, given that he was now higher then even she was, she knew she didn't care. He could stay there while she caught her breath.
She did move a little, enough so that her back was against the rail and he was only half laying in her lap, but that was as far as she bothered. And considering she'd just fished him out of the ocean she wasn't exactly willing to let him go just yet. No, despite not knowing him all that well she'd been terrified when he went over, and now that she had him back on board safe she was going to make sure he was ok. At current this involved stroking a tired hand along his brow to smooth purple hair back from his features.
Her own dark hair was ignored as it dripped heavily around her cheeks. Head hanging down with swimming blues half lidded. Jack, she was tired now. She hardly even reacted when to Bul hovering over them asking if the boggart was alright.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:38 pm
When the school counselor had come and gone after fidgeting with the controls of the ship (to make sure the hunchback hadn't broken anything, he assumed,) Christof clung to his harpoon gun tightly, trying to hide the squirming, smiling blue creature under his jacket as though awaiting some horrible criticism. He failed to notice his new Doctor friend vanish from view, but if he had he would have been greatly concerned-
What did reach his ears, though, was a sudden shriek about Tentacles and the mention of his Mistress's name. His purple vision swam until it focussed on the deck, brows furrowed as Tess continued to shriek as though Riley had come- Well, GOOD, she should be afraid of his Mistress, but she was acting like... what... what WAS that on her with it's tiny purple tentacles and- had something horrible and magical happened at sea on one of the other boats?? Had his Mistress been suddenly shrunk? GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER! Oh no oh no oh no- CLEARLY she was trying to escape whatever tragedy had befallen another ship she was only lucky to have found his ship! DON'T WORRY MISTRESS HE WOULD SAVE YOU!
Furiously he climbed up on the edge of the navigational deck, his harpoon gun in one hand and the Last Resort in his other, trembling with terror and rage and purple as he debated his options. The end of the harpoon had raised, aiming at the Vampiric ghoul that had captured his shrunken Mistress- but a nagging, barely coherent feeling in the back of his mind came crawling out.
"It wouldn't do well to shoot her, Christof. You wouldn't want to be expelled." Malodore was always a good voice of reason, hovering over his shoulder, a clawed hand pushing his needled harpoon down again.
It was time for Last Resorts.
With a growl in his throat, the hunchback hurled the heart-melting-instantly-like-able little blue creature directly at the knot of students all gathering around his Mistress before leaping for the stairs while they were hopefully distracted.
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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:14 pm
((ooc: rolling to see if Mudkip hits or misses Tess @3@ even - hit, odd - miss))
Maritess continued to stare at the blue fish with four legs she'd caught when from out of nowhere something collided against her. Hard enough to wind the winged ghoul and knock her back, head over spine. What the Jack? Leather wings flapped to regain her footing, erm, balance, uh whatever but failed to properly right herself. Oh Jack what was going on?!! (D8!) Disoriented, Tess' wings flailed about, and it was more than likely they smacked against someone or something, like, say, the railing.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:47 pm
Firing the harpoon-gun a third time, Tybalt waited patiently for better results. Or at least, hoped for. Seriously. How could he catch the same fish twice? Ridiculous! Well he'll show them! He'll catch something better! Something that actually looked like a fish! Something---
...pathetic!
Holding the third catch of the day up in front of him, he gave a rude snort before tossing it over to where the two lay.
This was just great! Not only was he catching the same fish, but now he was catching small-fry ghost wannabe's too! It didn't even look filling! Hopefully the next round would have some better results..?
Tybalt caught a Ghost Fish!
Worth 1 lb
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lizbot rolled 1 100-sided dice:
87
Total: 87 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:40 am
Increasingly frustrated by the ship's continued failure to eject students, Dr. Hyde viciously begins to jiggle handles all around the deck. No good! No good! If he didn't get rid of some of the less useful students, they'd all starve and then resort to cannibalism! Which to be honest, he was pretty okay with. Except for the explosive and messy aftermath. Curses! This was going nowhere...but wait! Running to the ship's head, he reaches for the toilet handle and moves it up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right. Hearing a click and thud, the doctor runs out to check what it was and... Oh... The patchwork lay at the bottom of a slide, formerly known as "the stairs", cradling a tentacle thing. Hmmm...wrong trap? But Hyde could have sworn that one would have flushed a couple students off the deck. SAVED BY THE SHIP! Once again, Hyde's less than friendly priorities have been thwarted by the ship itself! Sadly, the ship's FEAR is running low, and this will be the last time it can intervene! Leaning down, the counselor gives Christof an absentminded pat on the shoulder, "Were you bringing that down for supper? Calamari? Good call."
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:58 am
Fishing! Looks like you caught enough to last a few more days... Supper was served a few hours later, though sadly calamari was not be had. Dr. Hyde had found a giant box full of lime Hell-O mix and felt that anything better would be wasted on the students. Large bowls of the jiggling stuff were made available to anyone capable of eating, with an encouraging, "If you eat it, you won't die! Also, you probably won't get scurvy!" THE SO-CALLED TEACHER BONUS The lime Hell-O is actually wonderfully delicious! Also, slightly modified since Hyde got a bit bored with "just add boiling water." Students who try it may find themselves becoming more aggressive. And energetic. Possibly even downright destructive.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:10 am
With fishing over and done with, Maritess took a much needed nap below deck. Face-down on the hammock with her wings closed protectively over her, she managed to sleep off the cruel-aid-induced purple haze. She woke when supper was called, and was greeted with a pounding headache that felt like a battalion of gnomes were doing the flamenco in her skull. All of them completely out of step with each other.
Bleary crimson eyes fell upon the Hell-O Dr. Hyde had made and Maritess stared in confusion. What happened to all the fish they caught? They did go fishing, right? That wasn't just a dream from too much heat and cruel-aid, right?
Oooooh Jack, Tess wished it all had been a dream as the events from earlier came flooding back. She wobbled in mid-air, burying her face in her hands from utter mortification and horror at her memories. She was going to have to apologize to so. Many. Students. For her behavior on the boat and on Groanspring (OHJACKGROANSPRINGNOOOOO!!!). Despite the hunger pangs in her stomach (yes, she has one. Somewhere) Tess couldn't bring herself to touch the Hell-O and instead remained floating in some sort of embarrassment-induced stupor.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:51 am
As Icky stared blankly up at the sky, his vision was quickly lined with a thick green mist blurring the edges of his sight. All other colors, then, became vibrant and full of light, particularly those of other individuals. He felt fingers run through his hair and across his brow and shivered at the touch, his giant grin never faltering as he finally seemed to show some sort of consciousness and his gaze flicked to Hadiyya who was keeping him upright in her arms. Her dark skin looked like shadows but the blue, oh the blue, it was shining and gleaming, moving as if it were alive, and he couldn't stop staring. All sounds were muffled as though he were still underwater so when Tess shrieked with joy at their safe return, he barely even bat an eye.
As Bul came over, asking about his well being, Icky turned his head enough so that his face was practically against Hadiyya's chest (though at this point he seemed unaware) but his eyes were pointed towards his fellow monster; he had the most rad red aura and it was spiking out at all angles, constantly in motion. All the boggart offered in response at that point was a slow chuckle, which seemed as good a response as any since Bul then departed to resume fishing. What happened next was something of a dinner call and Icky maneuvered himself against Hadiyya so that he was leaning back enough for his neck to bend back and he could see the deck of the ship -- upside down. As far as he was currently aware, he couldn't move; not because the water djinn was holding him, but because he thought they were literally attached to one another at the moment and his sluggish movements were indicative of some sudden siamese twin syndrome. Of course, this made absolutely no sense. In point of fact, Icky's limbs were quite limp, almost noodly, and it seemed whatever was in the syringe had traveled quite far from his head by now.
"If you eat it, you won't die!"
That was all of Dr. Hyde's quick announcement that reached the boggart's large and water logged ears before he began pushing, pulling, whatever he could do to get Hadiyya to walk toward the table now covered in bowls of Hell-O. She was his legs, after all! The word 'die' had come out crystal clear and one thing was for certain: Icky did not want to die, especially not on these stupid boats, which meant eating that Hell-O was imperative for survival! Literally, if they didn't eat it they would die! THEY HAD TO EAT SOME NOW!
"I'un wan' die," he slurred clumsily, apparently his tongue being somewhat numb as well what with it just dangling pathetically out of his mouth and slapping wetly against whatever part of her skin it would accidentally touch. "I AIN' DYIN' 'ERE," his volume surprisingly raised despite his current lethargic state and in a vain attempted to get at the Hell-O which was quite a few steps away, he attempted to reach a limp claw towards the table and swipe one off -- while still bent backwards against the rescue ghoul.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:26 pm
Bul was mighty proud of his minor catch and felt he had "tried adequately enough" to fish for the team, albeit a single phish was not enough for the team but enough for /him/. When Hyde returned in person with the cooked supper the beast couldn't help but claw his way over to eat what he could. He actually didn't believe that he would die without eating the Hell-O but it looked without a doubt like his already delicious snot ball.
"Wow, s**t this stuff is hella good..." Bul commented while gobbling the jiggly stuff down. "Haha! What's the matter Icky?" he jeered while the boggart tried to reach for the Hell-O batch. The red-haired monster grabbed a handful and actually pegged Icky in the face, laughing hysterically. "You gotta try some of that s**t or else man!!" he shouted and grinned as he inhaled a little more green gunk.
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