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18 July 2009 @ 06:29 pm
Room 1407 on deck 12 seems to be well stocked with baby supplies.
11 July 2009 @ 11:51 pm
This is getting ridiculous. Is the entire ship falling apart?
Current Mood: angryshirty
23 June 2009 @ 08:21 pm
The smaller animals did not block up the halls this badly.

The captain is oddly active. Do you suppose there is a cause or is he just bored?
17 June 2009 @ 09:22 pm
[He sounds a little unsure of himself.]

It took some searching, but I believe I have found the sort of leash you were after... ah, hmm...

Well, shall I bring it to you...dog?
14 May 2009 @ 10:02 pm
Is this really necessary?

...Are you busy Remy? I would like to speak with you.

Is anyone else bothered by the fact that there is a dragon on this ship?

((ooc: uh, yeah, Jared got into a fight with Cynder that hasn't been finished yet thanks to my failtagging and Tilly's lack of internet, but I'm hoping pretty sure that he's finally landed a strike, so Redd's going to do something about it...?))
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
25 April 2009 @ 09:26 pm
It seems that the people on this ship are not the only things that come from different worlds. I am unfamiliar with many of the objects found on deck 12.
11 April 2009 @ 01:28 am
Lady Katherine? My apologies for the wait, but I have found a lute for you. Shall I bring it to your room now or would you prefer a different meeting place or time?
07 April 2009 @ 06:50 pm
[Girlish giggling can be heard in the background.]

Is there anyone on this ship that Miss Hazar will listen to? I am afraid that this person is not me.
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
04 April 2009 @ 07:14 pm


How would I go about reclaiming my weapons?

((ooc: Yeah, Jared died, though I haven't gotten around to actually writing it... His clothing will probably be lying around, though he has spares in his room and won't really care about getting back the other stuff. What he does want back are his gauntlets, breastplate armor, boots, and, of course, his sword and shield, which I'm told are in the weapons locker.))
Current Mood: apatheticSheepish
03 April 2009 @ 02:41 pm
[The abrupt motion of the ship jarred Jared out of the unfocused state of mind he resided in while sorting the luggage on deck 12. He jerks around, searching for something to explain the abnormal rocking... and his eyes fall upon his sword and shield. He remembers the last time his weapons were returned to him, and he can smell something disgusting and wrong in the air. Quickly taking up the broad shield and belting on his long sword in it's sheath, he also pulls out his comm, turns it on, leaves a brief audio message-]

It seems we are under siege again.

[-and puts the comm back on his belt, still on so that he can report while fighting. He then unsheathes his sword, and moves out to find their assailants... which doesn't take long. He finds his first target, and the sounds of Jared taking out his pent up passive aggression on a screaming monstrosity.]
Current Location: Deck 12
Current Mood: aggravatedagressive