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Characters: shadesofeco and does_everything, CLOSED
Location: The forest on Deck 3
Date: Present
Rating: Blah, PG. PG-13 at the worst for language.
Another plus to being an ottsel, few and far between they were -despite the amazing fact that he was a LIVING GOD- was that he could crawl through the vents instead of dealing with those damn smelly and very politically aware goats down below.
It also gave him free reign to stop by the girls' rooms and peep in through the vents, not that anybody would ever, EVER know about that.
Nevertheless, Daxter still had a hell of a lot of ship to explore before he could consider himself enough of an expert to avoid getting lost. He'd managed to cross several decks, but really sometimes the ducts got very dusty and very vertical. And now he had no idea where the hell he was. What he needed was a vent to emerge from, and a deck number. Meeting with a fork, Daxter sniffed and decided to take the turn that veered towards the fresher air (really someone had to do something about those goats, they had to be a health violation or five) and located a vent, kicking it open and tumbling out.
...into a forest.
What?
Daxter pushed himself to his feet and dusted himself off, giving his new surroundings a wondrous look. He'd heard there was a forest, yes, and since it had been Jak to tell him he'd had no reason to call him a liar...but this was still very strange. There's a forest on a BOAT. How did that even work?
Speak of the devil, Sir Mopesalot himself was wedged between the roots of the tree and generally looking like someone had shot his crocadog. Sauntering over and giving him a jaunty wave, Daxter called out to his best friend with a tone that belied his incredulity over his current surroundings. "Hey baby, what's shakin'?"
Location: The forest on Deck 3
Date: Present
Rating: Blah, PG. PG-13 at the worst for language.
Another plus to being an ottsel, few and far between they were -despite the amazing fact that he was a LIVING GOD- was that he could crawl through the vents instead of dealing with those damn smelly and very politically aware goats down below.
It also gave him free reign to stop by the girls' rooms and peep in through the vents, not that anybody would ever, EVER know about that.
Nevertheless, Daxter still had a hell of a lot of ship to explore before he could consider himself enough of an expert to avoid getting lost. He'd managed to cross several decks, but really sometimes the ducts got very dusty and very vertical. And now he had no idea where the hell he was. What he needed was a vent to emerge from, and a deck number. Meeting with a fork, Daxter sniffed and decided to take the turn that veered towards the fresher air (really someone had to do something about those goats, they had to be a health violation or five) and located a vent, kicking it open and tumbling out.
...into a forest.
What?
Daxter pushed himself to his feet and dusted himself off, giving his new surroundings a wondrous look. He'd heard there was a forest, yes, and since it had been Jak to tell him he'd had no reason to call him a liar...but this was still very strange. There's a forest on a BOAT. How did that even work?
Speak of the devil, Sir Mopesalot himself was wedged between the roots of the tree and generally looking like someone had shot his crocadog. Sauntering over and giving him a jaunty wave, Daxter called out to his best friend with a tone that belied his incredulity over his current surroundings. "Hey baby, what's shakin'?"