Who: Roy's crew! And hecklers.
What: Recruiting! Quicklog. Please crosstag and threadjack; this is about meeting each other!
Where: The docks!
When: Last and this week! Just about anytime from
Roy's call until they cast off, before or after Alma goes crazy. Whateva and wheneva you like, bbs.
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There's nothing! Like packing / a suitcase / and sailing away )
When she gets a moment, though, she hops up onto the pier next to Roy, and peers over his shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck.]
So, Mr.I'm-Serious-About-This-Whole-Thing. Who else have you managed to pull together for our...what's the term? 'Motley crew'?
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Ofelia.
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If I'm not mistaken, most of them are children. Plan on playing babysitter for this whole adventure?
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Hey, your call.
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Didn't know you had so much faith in me.
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Fair enough.
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Don't intend to, either.
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[Snags that hand in her hair, around to the back of her head. Pulls her in for a short kiss.]
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She looks at him steadily for a moment, and that expression in her eyes is...odd. And then she leans in again, brushing her lips over his - and it's definitely lingering, this time.]
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