route a (6/26) day eight - MORNING TO AFTERNOON

[tidalsurge]

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GATHER AND SHARE

[tidalsurge]

[ A lot of you must have found some useful information yesterday, right? You may want to share it with the rest of the crew, so you can better plan things out! Pick a place, any place. Your ship, an empty bar or alley, maybe even a hotel room. Whatever it is, you need to get your crew together and discuss. Or you could just be all "don't care" and hang out somewhere if you want. It's all cool. ]

[inherbones]

[Cementing her role as odd woman in a boat of oddities, Tia Dalma's standing against the railing of the boat. A finger strokes the shell of a white crab in her palm.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He eventually came back to the ship, if only to check on a few people he hasn't seen in a while (and definitely not to eavesdrop on any rescuing-adventure talk), but when he passes by her he pauses. You know, he's been seeing a lot of her weirdness floating around this thing, maybe he's starting to get curious...]

New pet?

ooc: lmsfa unless I read this wrong. If she's on another boat let me know, and I'll rewrite this. :')

[inherbones]

[Not in the slightest.]

A helpful creature.

((Nope, you're totally fine :D ))

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike has a feeling she doesn't mean helpful in food-capacity, so he actually gives it a closer look. You never know with mystic types.]

What does it do?

ooc: awesome :))

[inherbones]

Him has found de prison.

[Does she sound like she's pleased with herself? Maybe.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Well, that was unexpected. He starts paying more attention suddenly.]

You know where they are in there?

[inherbones]

[She shakes her head.]

Not yet. But I shall soon.

[gottaknockhard]

[Let it never be said he doesn't believe in anything. Spike makes himself comfortable by the railing, still watching her and the crab. He'll give her a minute.]

You have more of those looking out there?

[inherbones]

[There is something tapping your shoe. A second crab clicks its claws and taps it again.]

[encryptedlock]

[York's nearby listening carefully, his arms crossed and a brilliant green parrot on his shoulder.]

If we know for sure where they are, we can start scoping it out. I could use a little real infiltration work.

[gottaknockhard]

[It takes a couple of pokes before it registers as something other than an itch, and when he looks down at something snipping at his foot he nearly kicks the thing -- you're lucky he's got such good control over his reflexes, crabby.]

... Oh. [He inclines his head like she doesn't already see it. Talk to your buddy, not him.]

[inherbones]

[Having caught Spike's attention, the crab scuttles under the hem of her long skirt.]

Is a little outside de city. Surrounded by water.

[bitenotbark]

Is there any chance of a stealth infiltration being successful?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike straightens up, still not taking his eyes away from where the crab ran off to. Aren't you going to talk to it, or something?

He stays quiet now that more people are gathering around. He doesn't do teamwork very well, but he's listening. Apparently he had good timing.]

[inherbones]

Yes.