The family motto is "Non Temetis Messor" [OPEN]
Characters: Susan Sto Helit (nohoppityskip), DEATH, and [OPEN]
Content: Susan attempts to give her grandfather (tall bony chap in a robe--if you can see him) a whirlwind tour of the Vicky on the down-low. That might not work so well.
Setting: The Victoria II (any part of the ship)
Time: The day of her initial post.
Warnings: Small caps abuse, shenanigans on the Vicky, hallucinogenic peppers and, oh yeah, DEATH. For reference on who can/can't see him, see here.
Susan had found out long ago that arguing with her grandfather was anything but productive. Fortunately, he didn't usually take an interest in her or her doings unless it turned out to be rather important, as it had nearly a year ago, last Lunasa. Perhaps, Susan thought, her fingers on her temple, trying to get rid of the pressure headache forming there, he took their reconciliation of sorts a bit too well.
Or perhaps the Rat was far too nosy for his own good. She sighed. "Alright, fine. A tour. But do try to keep out-of-sight," she nearly pleaded. "You've caused enough of a stir already."
Of course. If the glimmer of far-off stars wasn't always in his eyes, Susan might have accused him of planning mischief.
Then again, she reminded herself, chagrined, Death had no emotions. Supposedly. "Come on then," Susan said, resigned, opening the door to the hallway. "Let's begin."
Content: Susan attempts to give her grandfather (tall bony chap in a robe--if you can see him) a whirlwind tour of the Vicky on the down-low. That might not work so well.
Setting: The Victoria II (any part of the ship)
Time: The day of her initial post.
Warnings: Small caps abuse, shenanigans on the Vicky, hallucinogenic peppers and, oh yeah, DEATH. For reference on who can/can't see him, see here.
Susan had found out long ago that arguing with her grandfather was anything but productive. Fortunately, he didn't usually take an interest in her or her doings unless it turned out to be rather important, as it had nearly a year ago, last Lunasa. Perhaps, Susan thought, her fingers on her temple, trying to get rid of the pressure headache forming there, he took their reconciliation of sorts a bit too well.
Or perhaps the Rat was far too nosy for his own good. She sighed. "Alright, fine. A tour. But do try to keep out-of-sight," she nearly pleaded. "You've caused enough of a stir already."
Of course. If the glimmer of far-off stars wasn't always in his eyes, Susan might have accused him of planning mischief.
Then again, she reminded herself, chagrined, Death had no emotions. Supposedly. "Come on then," Susan said, resigned, opening the door to the hallway. "Let's begin."