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[scorchednpcs]

Who: Anyone!
When: Before dusk.
Where: Aboard the ghost steamship The Victoria
Format: Go with what you like.
What: The temporary "crew" (that would be you) get ready to go diving for treasure.
Warnings: TBA

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[jaytodd]

[Jay keeps to himself as he waits for the ship to depart. The main idea running into his head is 'what the hell am I thinking?', the other is just rather blank.

He knows better than to play dice, at least.

Last time he was on a ship, he was waiting for Donna, Bob and Kyle to show up, and he could have swore the captain was none other than Achab - he had liked this world, too. Anatole felt a bit like it. Anyway, those guys here had the same shipyard than Achab, that was for sure.]

[officer_garrus]

[Garrus, for the life of him, can't remember what was going through his head when he agreed to it. Maybe he just wanted a change of pace? Maybe he thought it would be fun? All he knows is that the zombies are reminding him uncomfortably of husks and Thorian creepers. They probably don't even have diving suits that would fit his turian body]

[Murmers to the closest living human without even looking to see who it is] What was I thinking?

[jaytodd]

[Jay glances to the side, wondering who was thinking the exact same thing he had been thinking and snorts. Seeing the alien here makes the whole situation suddenly more surreal. Not that it wasn't surreal enough already.] Shit, you too? Clearly we've all gone fucking crazy.

[officer_garrus]

[Garrus finally notices who it is] Oh, it's you.

[Looks around at the ghastly crew] If they try anything, I'm prepared. [Pats the gun at his hip with one hand, and makes the other glow blue with biotic energy]

*placeholder comment for Monday if that's okay?*

[thejewelergem]

[Johan is pretty sure he's gone nuts. Jyuudai is in Anatole, waiting for him . . . and what's he doing? Heading out on a ghost ship searching for long-lost buried pirate treasure.

But he remembers the fjord off Trondheim, and the river beneath the Old Town Bridge, and the outlets into the bay and from there the river . . . he remembers boats at North School and the boat that took him to the Duel Academia main campus, and there's just no getting that out of him. Johan and water go way back, and most of the memories are pleasant . . . the chance to swim off a boat again, to get off land and *go,* is just a little more than he can resist.]

[poweroflegend]

[The lure of adventure is hard to resist, especially for one who had the hunt in his blood. After days of treading lightly and getting a feel for this city... it was time to let off some steam, as it were.]

[Crosses his arms and leans back against a deck railing, right where he can see potential crewmates heading up the gangplank. At length, he draws one of his knives and begins to scrape it against a whetstone.]

/DROPS IN ON YOU

[yetsleeping]

[Maybe she just needs something to think about other than, well, the things she's been thinking about. Or maybe it's just that she hasn't gone swimming here yet, and for years before that at home, and she kind of wants to know if she still can. But Priscilla is tempted enough to show up, and tempted enough to lean against the railing, too, staring down at the unfriendly waters below.]

[She presses her lips together a little, looking down.]

[...did she see a tentacle, or was that her imagination? Huh.]

/DROPPED IN ON, WELCOMES IT BIG TIME \o/

[poweroflegend]

[When he lifts his head again, there's a familiar blonde young lady there. He remembers her from the Forge and seeing her here's a pleasant surprise. Knife and whetstone vanish as he paces over to her, in time to catch that splash in the water. Was that a tentacle just now?]

Priscilla. A pleasure to meet you at last. [bows] Trevor Belmont. We've talked over the Forge.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY, UH. LOTS OF. IC DRAMA. >.> SOB

[yetsleeping]

[Oh! Trevor! She remembers him very well - they had so much in common. Aside from the whip. Which makes her smile, just a little, as she pushes away from the railing.]

Trevor!

I'm sorry I didn't say hello! I was a little... distracted.

...I think I just saw a tentacle.

[oopsiatehim]

[Okay, so it's not like she's going diving. But that doesn't mean she can't check out the sights, maybe take in a few dice games. Well, watch other people take in a few, anyway. So Jennifer shows up dressed in her ghost ship best: some kind of corset, some kind of skirt. So very "Victorian, oops not so much," and that's exactly how she likes it.]

[Bonus: checking out the scenery. Not the corpses. More like the diving suit beefcake. Yum.]

[She also brings a beverage, because uh, gross, who wants to eat or drink anything that's been hanging around a ship full of dead people?]