In which Shin-sin-fa comes upon an answer about which life is more dangerous.

The girls, however, had collectively thought to ( dump their belongings on the ship... )

In which Pendragon wonders if he really owes Ammalot a favor this big, and Shin-sin-fa wonders if an honest life is a more dangerous one.

( 'If that weren't somethin',' the boy muttered to himself, pausing for one last backward glance down the corridor... )

In which Pendragon loses an argument and wins a crew.

( 'Ammalot!' he cried in joy, hefting his considerable bulk upright... )

In which the setting is set, and a one piece of filth watches other pieces of filth very closely.

( 'Quarter Moon's Cross,' said the wooden sign... )

If you have not already read this post, I suggest you do so ( Read more... )

I've not felt so bloody stupid since--well it seems like a long time, but after flipping back a few pages, I realize I feel bloody stupid all the time ( Read more... )

These are reasons I thought it was okay for me to push the play ahead. I beg forgiveness if this messes with anything anyone else has done, but there hasn't been any serious play in over a month ( Read more... )

I'm really, really busy right now. Even when I have spare time, right now it's better for me to spend it working on writing, art, or craft projects. I have enough emotions to deal with, without worrying about Shin-sin-fa's tactless, angsty personality as well ( Read more... )

[OOC: Tuesday evening]

Shin-sin-fa had so far managed to avoid the new crew almost entirely. Between spending illicit but rewarding time with the first mate, and going out drinking once or twice with Otto (thankfully not allowing him to reach the heights of inebriation that had prompted the wrestling match the last Thursday with Ignatious and the ( Read more... )

[OOC: Takes place Thursday morning through early evening ( Read more... )