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Regulus

Regulus

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Sailing through the stars on the Regulus.

518 readers have visited Regulus since leisurelyatwar created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/treasure_planet

Introduction

(the link in copyright is wrong the wiki is here.)


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There weren’t many ships like her across the auroras, a twinkling jewel in the sky. Regulus had seen it’s fair share of captains before finding it’s current home. The only kind with the sort of credit to fund a massive ship such as this were transport corporate giants. Known for transporting high value cargo, it is often targeted by pirates - meaning they needed a crew that could handle the threat.

Rumor has it their most recent cargo could make or break a nation, though rumors are just rumors.


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Captain - npc
First Mate - maci-care
Master-at-arms - ivisbo
Navigator - maci-care
Engineer - leisurelyatwar
Cook - leisurelyatwar
Cabin Boy - phosphene
Deck Hand(s) - open
Passenger - phosphene

other passenger roles available on request

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The sound of water and wind slapping the exterior of the ship synchronised with the violent back and forth. Most of them had been in plenty of storms like this one, knew how to ground themselves and sway with the motion seemingly unfazed. When it was as bad as this the best thing to do was huddle in the most secure cabin, which on the Regulus was the mess hall, and wait it out. Set the controls to cruise and let her do her thing.

Some of them had gone to their prospective corners; Yael and Dieter conversing in hushed tones in one, Wes cackling as Nym voided her stomach contents into a bucket in the other and, Zae drunkenly shouting vulgarities as she was elbow deep in Vex’s innards. Those who had gathered together at the tables were swapping stories of the wildest storms they’d ridden through, each more unbelievable than the last.

“That’s nothing,” Sari spoke up after some time, the burly woman standing up to her full height as she chugged the rest of her pint slamming it onto the table. “You want to hear about a storm - I’ll tell ya bout a storm.

“Hilea Galaxy, onboard the Morning Star. I was a wee one still, but a cabin boy.” Sari adjusted her pants as she rounded the table, gesturing low to show how small she’d been at the time. “There was a storm that lasted 5 nights, torrential downpour. It came down so quickly the weight of it began to wear at the wood, each drop drilling just a bit deeper at every impact….”

Sari had spent a lifetime on the boat and in the 3 years Wes had known her, he’d heard every story she had enough times to tell it himself. She loved the theatrics, and while he had no doubt she’d seen some shit it grew tiresome. Nym began to gag beside him again, Wes rolling his eyes.

“If you miss, you’ll be the one cleaning it up.” He kicked Nym’s foot to get her attention, her head hanging over the bucket.

He waited until no one was looking to smile, couldn’t let anyone see him going soft on the kid. Sure cabin boys were meant to be shit, that’s why they were a dime a dozen and on a rotation. Admittedly despite spending years trying to find who he was outside of their home planet, Wes still felt that tug of duty and obligation that made given him initial caution to treating Nym like just another cabin boy. He didn’t expect her to make it so easy, it was shamefully entertaining to antagonize.

“...then on the fifth day.” Sari had finally reached the climax of her story, leaning in to lower her voice to lean into the table. Those who hadn’t heard the story before stared at her wide eyed, wonder reflecting in their eyes. “I looked up...and I saw -”

A fucking ghost boat, we know. You’ve told this story a thousand times,” Zae shouted from the corner, Sari glaring at her from across the room. If there was one thing Sari didn’t enjoy being denied it was her theatric. Zae rolled her eyes, taking a swing of her drink before turning back to Vex gesturing over her shoulder and shaking her head. “For fucks sakes.”

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Vex was never sure if there was something to fix or if Zae just liked to pull things apart and put them back together. Issue was she was currently tinkering with his installed digestive tract, the rubber tubes and wires hanging loose out of the maintenance hole in his abdomen while she dug around his insides. It felt similar to someone rooting around in your mouth after a numbing shot- the majority of his internal organs in that area were mods, so there weren’t many human nerves to react. Either way, it wasn’t a comfortable visual, especially as she turned and yelled at Sari with her arm still elbow deep. He wanted a shot, but he’d already attempted to steal her drink once- resulting in a rage of swearing as the alcohol poured through his body and out the tubes she was working near. She’d stolen his flask and he’d had to settle for a cigarette, balanced between tight lips as he scowled across the mess hall.

“You fuckin’ finished yet?”, He tapped the smoldering embers onto the floor and shifted minutely, adjusting to see if she’d made any progress or was still fucking around, “Your drinkin’ away my alcohol ration and you didn’t even tell me what’s wrong down there”

“Who said anything was wrong?” Zae looked up, giving him a wink before she went back in. Her fingers had stretched around the tubing, keeping it sealed as she moved it aside to reach in further. The further she had to extend her mass, the more dense her extension would become making sure she’d be able to maintain the integrity of her appendage.

When the hunk of metal first came on board, Zae had practically salivated over his mods and tech. He was like her own personal doll - even if it took an emergency for him to let her take a look. Networks like this were delicate, it took a professional eye to properly maintain it. Zae could see a glitch in thumb movement and narrow it down to a frayed wire in his spinal cord. It was easier just to tell Vex he was broken than actually explain what needed fixing.

“I’ll sit here all night if you close up the stomach and let me have a drink” He grumbled and exhaled, making sure to send his smoke downwards towards her smirking face. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to Zae’s ongoing fixation with his upgrades, she just usually wasn’t pulling apart his stomach and stealing all his alcohol at the same time.

With everyone crammed together in the mess hall, Vex basically had the night off. Generally, he was either training the newer members or loitering around whatever group was on deck, making sure everyone stuck to their assigned tasks. He was fairly sure no one was going to try anything tonight, with a storm raging and everyone stuck together like space sardines.

“Stop moving and maybe I’ll finish sooner,” Zae gave him an incredulous sneer before taking another swig of his bottle, realizing she was getting near the end of it. “I’m almost done.”

Her free hand grabbed what appeared to be a pen from her utility belt then lowering inside of Vex to her tangled web of appendages below that were holding his innards in place. Despite having drank the bulk of both her options she still moved with the precision of a surgeon. A bit of smoke unfurled from inside him as the pen cauterized the split coil of one of the binders between the flex rods.

She could tell by the way he had turned to look at her when she called his name after they'd all quarantined below deck that something was off down there. It could have gone on long enough without being an inconvenience, though the mechanics around it overcompensating for it would cause his tech to degrade more quickly. As much as Zae loved keeping his leftovers when he upgraded, it pained her to see him so easily discard her work at the moment it became inconvenient.

“Alright,” Zae said as she began to close him back up, tucking her pen back into her utility belt. “That was fun wasn’t it?”

Vex stretched immediately, the mechanized joints of his body crackling back to life with the whirrs and coughs of weathered steel. The things that needed to be fixed stayed fixed- the weapons built into his arms, the hydraulics in his legs, and his newly installed spine. He oiled daily and charged every night, but otherwise Vex was pretty shit at maintenance. Luckily his job on the Regulus paid well and came equipped with its very own mechanic- who happened to be obsessed with his robotic parts and accepted outdated mods as payment. Zae was good too- noticed shit that he just chalked up to a bad night's sleep. Even now the tightness in his neck was disappearing.

“Fun for you” he reached for the discarded alcohol and gave a groan of annoyance at it’s empty contents, “You didn’t even let me get a shot in before finishing this off. Please tell me you got an extra bottle stashed away”

Zae scratched the side of her neck, too drunk to pull off a sheepish expression. She never really put much thought into saving alcohol or where it might come from, it was just there - until it wasn’t. Luckily her kind didn’t experience withdrawals like other humanoids, but Zae was significantly less pleasant with a hangover than she was cruising between a .3% blood alcohol level. After all adrenaline burned through any kind of impairment she might have within 20 seconds so it usually wasn’t much of an inconvenience.

“I mean…”, She flashed a look over to Wes, scooting in closer as she lowered her voice. “We are in the mess hall….where rations are kept.”

The cyborg focused on the cook on the far side of the room, crouched next to that twig of a cabin boy and leaning far away from their violent puking. He was glad they’d stationed themselves far away from that mess.

“He is looking very preoccupied at the moment”, Vex cast her a lopsided smirk, “You make sure he stays that way and I’ll make sure we are set for the storm?”

Zae gave him an all too toothy grin, then looking back at Sari. “Oh that’ll be no problem.”

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Based on the stories being told, surviving big storms was some sort of sailor’s right of passage. Nym hadn’t been through enough of them that the thrashing of the ship didn’t make her feel violently ill, so she had quickly been provided a bucket to empty the contents of her stomach. She was grateful for it, anyway: Wes was quick to remind her that she’d be cleaning up any mess she made, and having it all contained to a bucket instead of across the floor did make things simpler.

All the same, Nym liked to hear the stories of the more seasoned sailors. She could tell by the look on Wes’ face that he’d heard all the stories before, but in her short time aboard the Regulus she hadn’t had much time to sit and listen to stories. Wesley kept her plenty busy, and when it wasn’t him telling her what to do, it was someone else aboard the ship. She still wasn’t sure how many of the things she’d been told to do were actually her responsibilities, and how many of them were just things the more seasoned sailors didn’t want to do. She didn’t mind it much, the exhaustion that only comes from hard work had her sleeping better than she had in ages.

It wasn’t unusual to have passengers aboard ships like this. Typically folks who had to get somewhere sooner than the next passenger ship was sailing out, needed to go somewhere the bigger luxury ships didn’t usually dock, or just flat out couldn’t afford a trip on a nicer ship. Of course, there were plenty of people, like Farris, that just preferred the adventure over the luxury of a passenger ship. It was pleasant enough, though: there was food, you got to hear the most interesting stories, and during a storm you got to bunker down with the crew. Farris was absently leafing through a book as he listened to the commotion of the sailors in the mess, trying to create the illusion that he wasn’t intently putting the stories to memory.

Sari’s story was just getting good when Nym began to gag again. Nym groaned as Wes kicked her foot, reminding her that she’d be cleaning up if she missed the bucket. The sickness was the worst part about being on the boat. Her first few days were spent much like this, but she actually had duties to perform between emptying the contents of her stomach. “How much longer is this going to last?” Nym asked- whined, really. She knew no one had any way to guess the length of the storm, she was just tired of being sick.

Then, when Zae interrupted Sari’s story, Nym sighed. She’d wanted to hear the end. Wes had assured her she’d have another chance to hear every one of Sari’s stories the last time this had happened. She told the same ones over and over.

Nym fought the urge to lean into Wes: times like these made her miss the comforting hand her mother would rest on her back when she was sick. There was nothing like intense nausea to make a girl miss her mother.

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Give me the final piece
Little lights that lead as far as I can see
Of all the billions of stars
That are the dreams of your friends

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♥♥♥♥♥♥So I'm a little c-c-crazy
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Get off my back
♥''You're curious but scared I'll give ya
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥A heart attack

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♥♥♥♥♥♥So I'm a little c-c-crazy
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Get off my back
♥''You're curious but scared I'll give ya
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥A heart attack

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Let's get mischievous
And polyamorous
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

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If you questioned why the crew of the Regulus was below deck, you’d only need to wait seconds before being reminded of the storm outside; rain pelting the portside, thunder clapping above deck, and wind bellowing around the boards of the ship. But you’d also hear life among the crewmates bunkering under the storm, laughter was happening, shouting, and the occasional hurl from someone; sometimes from drinking too much, or from sea sickness.

“I don’t know. She was down here when we raised the alarm to get below deck. She’s probably hiding around here somewhere, she can handle herself.” Dieter said leaning against the wall of the ship and crossing his arms as he spoke to Captain Yael Hellspear, giving his report after a head count. “Fine D. Anyways, you said Xavi reported we should be out of the storm within the night? Should keep us ontrack to our next destination.” Yael responded, Dieter nodding in response. “Relax Capt, the crew is enjoying themselves, so should you.” Captain Hellspear patted Dieter on the shoulder and nodded, Dieter standing up straight and returning the respects before the two stepped away from each other.

Xavi, the ship's navigator, had just reshuffled his deck, after giving out another tarot read to a crew member. Though he didn’t do these for free; he would ask for one half ration of alcohol per read, he knew better than to offer up quality services for free. He chuckled as Zae ruined Sari’s story telling. “Was it a ghost boat?” Xavi asked, bringing Sari’s attention to him for a moment. “I swore last time you told the story it was some sort of dragon.” He said, getting some laughter in response from some of the other crewmates. Sari’s stories were always spectacular, but the details would change just about every time she told them. Everyone knew Sari’s tales were true, but no one knew to exactly what degree unless they were there.

Between two of the storms thunderous roars, the starboard entrance to the main deck opening and quickly slamming shut, people glancing for a moment at who it was, but quickly going back to their activities and conversations after dismissing it. In the doorway stood a short woman with a rope tied around her waist, both dripping with water but a smile still on the woman's face. “Rosia! What in the sol’s ass were you doing out there? You could’ve been sent overboard, the wind could carry you with one breath.” Dieter said to the woman, Rosia, and walked over to her. “Aye, I’m fine. Had this rope around me and couldn’t be blown away. And I was just taking in the storm, it's a wild one. Last one I saw this bad was above New Dewrin.” She responded to Dieter and quickly dismissing his worries. He just let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at her.

Rosia was a unique addition to the crew since her old crew’s failed attack. Dieter was against her joining the crew, but his captain had other opinions, and didn’t help that Xavi spoke some other nonsense about it. It took them time to teach her the ways of a ship that didn’t spend all of it’s time smuggling and attacking other ships, but she did come with some advantages with her lack of worry and fear and experience in conflicts.

Rosia pulled the rope off of her waist and ruffled her wet hair, looking over at the sound of someone emptying their stomach into a bin. “Nym, you should see the skies out there.” She said with a smile, tossing the wet rope aside and leaving it for the cabin boy to pick up later, probably after Nym was done throwing up or when the store was over. “Nay. She shouldn’t. She needs to focus on her duties, and you making a mess isn’t helping.” Dieter chimed in before walking off. He was one of the few, if any others beside Captain Hellspear, knew the truth about Nym, so he did feel some sympathy watching a prince forced to do a servant's task.

Rosia rolled her eyes and took a seat at a nearby bench, sitting across from the man she heard rumored was a Sudakloren, and tapping on his book. “Hey there, whatcha reading about?” She asked, not really knowing it was a rude thing to do. But she was a bit fascinated by people reading books, when they could just watch something. Though that was also influenced by the fact she wasn’t given the attention to being taught to read during her previous life before the Regulus. “Aye Ros! Give the man some peace. Not everyone is able to keep up with your energy. He’s reading. Usually when a man reads, he wants peace. Much like I like peace when setting up my rituals and not rearranging my candles.” Xavi commented from a few tables over, before someone else sat across from him, setting a ration of alcohol on the table.

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The door slammed open, winds howling behind it as a slip of a thing tethered by a heavy rope around her waist walking in with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. The cabin looked over at Rosia briefly, Zae giving Vex’s foot a subtle kick to signal him. Rosia had an energy about her that cultivated chaos, exactly the kind of wave they wanted to ride. Vex gave her a nod, stood, and ambled away from whatever mayhem she was about to release. His job was generally to stop havoc on the ship, so he tried to keep himself out of the limelight of disorder when he could.

Wes looked over to Dieter as he corrected Rosia, and while he was right - Nym did need to get work done - Wes preferred he was the one bossing around the cabin boy. Still, he knew better than to just outright undermine the first mate.

“I dunno, we have some time.” Wes clasped a hand over Nym’s shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. “How about it, Nym - you want us to tie you up so you can go get a look at the stars?”

Of course he knew that wouldn’t happen, but it was enough to make him laugh. If the wind didn’t blow her away, leaving her flailing in the rain in wind, then she’d most assuredly spew right into the wind so it blew back on her. Rosia had already moved onto the next corner of the room, Xavier trying his best to wrangle her from bothering the passengers.

While the room was watching Rosia, Zae had slunk in the shadows rounding until she stood directly behind Sari who had taken a seat back at the table. She made no indication of noticing Zae’s presence, but when others at the table looked behind her, Sari's shoulders tensed. Wes could sense the shift in tension in the room, glancing over to the table from the corner of his eye.

Sari’s hands thumped on the wooden table as she pushed herself up, broad shoulders only seeming to set themselves further apart. When she turned to face Zae, the morfaereal had transformed herself into a mimic of Sari - complete with the fiery red coils atop her head going in all directions. Sari stepped forward, her duplicate unmoving so that they stood uncomfortably invading one another’s face.

“Back up, shifter.” Sari growled. Zae clucked her tongue, wagging a finger in Sari’s face. Sari slapped Zae’s hand away, Zae feigning offense. “I said back….up.”

Dieter had just leaned against a wall and taken a swig of his ale as he scanned the room, and doing a double take at seeing two Sari’s and only coming to one conclusion. Zae. He set his drink down and took a step towards the two crewmates, hoping to diffuse the situation before anything happened. “Zae…” He spoke out loud, a warning.

Morphing back into her original form, Zae hardened the density of her forehead plate and knuckles. She put up either hand as if in defeat, taking a step back briefly before winding back and thrusting herself towards Sari. The beast of a woman had a moment to react as Zae tensed, one hand catching Zae’s fist as it came her way.

Zae looked at Sari with an overconfident smile, throwing her head forehead to collide her forehead against Sari’s nose. Blood immediately began to spill, painting down Sari’s face and onto Zae. Around them the room had swelled, several of the crew members finding the closest foe and throwing licks.

Before Dieter could reach the two, conflict arose; not just between them but between most of the crew as a brawl was breaking out, madness erupted and a smirk came across D’s face subconsciously. D made his way through the brawl smoothly, pulling one man into another and tangling them both up in the rope Rosia brought in earlier. Tripping one female crewmate and tipping her and a few others over a bench clearing them out of the way. A few crewmates even tried their hand at targeting the first mate, but just ended up colliding with each other and knocking each other out as D took a half step. He didn’t quicken his pace to the two main perpetrators of the conflict, taking his time in pacifying others around him effortlessly.

“Enough.” Dieter spoke, voice raised enough to reach around the room and seating in everyone’s ears. He pulled Zae back behind him, knowing it would be easier to pull her away than Sari, and inserted himself between the two.

“Nine lashes for the both of you when this storm is over. You’ll be lucky if they aren’t done by me personally.” He spoke, staring Sari down, seeing her mouth open to speak. “Hush. I don’t care.” Dieter cut her off, not breaking his stare, as if waiting for Sari to do something in retaliation.

With the back of his head turned to her, Zae stuck out her tongue making a face at Sari - enjoying herself too much. Dieter could hand out all the lashes he wanted, even if Vex actually did end up delivering them all Zae had to do was harden the surface of her skin. Sari glared at Zae over Dieter’s shoulder before glancing down in submission, taking her seat back at the table among the others.

“Exemplary work,” Zae hiccuped, giving Dieter a goofy grin and a pat on the back as she wiped the blood from her forehead.

Vex didn’t think of himself as a thief, actually he rarely stepped out of the loose rules the ship upheld. But it was a storm, the crew was secluded together in a small space, and Zae had finished off their alcohol within the first few hours. They both held rank on the ship, high enough that Vex felt that they deserved some sort of extra allotment for dealing with the crew. He knew no one else would see it that way, hence why he had left his heavy steel toed boots in favor of the silent stealth option his robotic legs could transform into. The high-tech mod had cost him well over $8,000 to add when he’d upgraded and he’d rarely gotten around to using them. Instead of steam powered, they fueled from his internal battery and were virtually silent, making stepping down the hallway outside the mess hall a breeze.

The kitchen was dead silent once he entered and shut the door behind him, the sounds of the fight dulling behind two steel walls. It was dimly lit, messy and clean all at the same time, and had the smell of two many spices caught in a badly ventilated room. Vex wasn’t sure if the cook ever got around to using any of those spices, but he kept his mouth shut on that topic.

The storage room off to the side was dimly lit, disorganized but clearly set up in a particular way for one man. Vex ignored the dry storage bins and freezer in favor of the barrels of alcohol, piled high and strapped together to avoid catastrophe. Vex uncorked the front of one of the whiskey barrels and started filling up his and Zae’s flasks.

“I’ll just take that out of your rations for next week,” Wes said from the door, one brow quirked towards Vex. “If you wanted an advance on your rations, all you had to do was ask.”

It was by no means an original idea to sneak booze from the kitchen, especially when they were all holed together like this for an extended period of time. It wasn’t even the first time Zae had tried it. That’s where Wes assumed Vex got the idea from.

“Maybe next time you two shouldn’t try to make your distraction so obvious.” He gave the hunk of metal a half smile, gesturing towards where he was sure Dieter was already pulling people apart.

Vex ran a list of annoyed curses in his brain as he finished up the first flask, tipping his head to the side as the only indication he’d heard Wes. He turned after a moment of silence, taking his sweet time to re-cork the barrel, “I doubt Zae’s got ‘less obvious’ in her vocabulary” He offered the cook a bemused smile before taking a sip of the newly obtained whiskey, “Maybe we can just leave this between us, a one time deal. I’ll owe you or somethin’”

Wes dragged his gaze across Vex, mulling over his options. On one hand, Wes took the integrity of his position with a somber sort of seriousness. However given his current position with the not-quite-a-cabin-boy just on the other side of the wooden wall it might not be so bad to have a favor with the master-at-arms. Wes leaned against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other the exposed gears of his leg clicking as it adjusted to the shift of weight.

“Who even punishes the master-at-arms?” Wes gripped at the scruff along his jawline in thought. “I mean - I mostly just want to see how this plays out - even though you are a thieving bastard who thought he could take from my kitchen and I wouldn’t notice.”

“Technically, ours” Vex gestured with the flask at the room, grinning to show he was mostly kidding, “I’ve never been caught for anything remotely worth punishing, so I guess I don’t know. Let’s leave it that way- I’ll….” He paused and moved closer, his steps springy and light with his legs shifted to their lighter model, “I have a friend at our next dock that works in a kitchen. I bet I could get you some things you may be lacking”

Though Wes was curious what kind of connections Vex would have to procure some of Wes’s more rare “wishlist” materials - he’d much rather take the nonspecific future sometime in the future. He glanced back into the room where the ruckus had calmed down, stepping inside the kitchen to move past Vex. Wes gestured towards the door for Vex to take his leave.

“Don’t worry about it for now, I’ll let you know when you can pay me back.”

Vex moved towards the door, shuffling a bit because he wasn’t too sure if he trusted the cook. It wasn’t like an extra flask of whiskey was anything to throw him overboard for, but so far this was a well paying gig and his longest yet. He’d rather stick around.

“Thanks then. You know where to find me” He knocked on the door on his way out, letting the metal on metal be the signal of his exit as he slipped back down the hall again.

Grabbing a bit of ginger root, Wes shortly followed back into the hall. He had pulled out a pocket knife he used for peeling, whittling at the nub of ginger. When he found Nym again he handed her the bit of ginger.

“Ginger root, it’ll help with the sickness. Don’t bite it. He barely glanced at her, making sure she didn’t get the wrong idea that he cared or nothing like that. “Need you back on your feet by breakfast.”

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Nym didn’t pay much mind to Rosia as she entered- Rosia and Nym had become fast friends when Nym came aboard the ship. Rosia was friendly and Nym was eager to have some sense of camaraderie, so it fell into place naturally enough. But the suggestion that she go out onto the deck in a storm, Nym wasn’t having any of that. She didn’t have to reply, Dieter let his disapproval of the idea be known.

Then Wes was talking, gave her shoulder a gentle shake and said, “How about it, Nym - you want us to tie you up so you can go get a look at the stars?”

Nym gave Wes the dirtiest look she could muster, given the queasiness she felt. She’d learned better than to smart off, at least in front of the crew; Wes would somehow find her an extra mountain of chores to do, and he'd smile as he did so.

Ferris didn’t mind Rosia’s interruption. He wasn’t so engrossed with his reading that a simple question would upset him. He looked to the side as another member of the crew yelled at her not to interrupt, but Ferris just shook his head, ”I don’t mind,”

He held the cover of the book and smiled, ”It’s actually a collection of papers about a kind of bioluminescent algae found in the Tuilia Sector that-” All at once he seemed to realize that this wasn’t exactly a thrilling conversation, ”Sorry,” He chuckled lightly, ”Not the most thrilling topic.” He opened his mouth to say something else when a fight broke out among the crew. He cast a sideways glance at Rosia, as if to gage her reaction. He would be staying put; he could probably hold his own in a fight if he needed to, but he wasn’t the sort to go looking for one.

As the fight broke out, Nym found herself reaching out to clutch her bucket to her chest. Wes had left for some reason, no doubt trusting she’d stay out of the brawl. Even if she had it within her to join the fray, she’d just get knocked on her backside, and in that case he’d just laugh at her. As it were, she was more concerned with not letting anyone kick over the bucket than the actual fight. Sailors, even the respectable sort, tended to get a little riled up from time to time, so Nym just scooted out of the way, tried not to spill the contents of her stomach across the floor, and ignored the commotion the best she could. She was at the bottom of the pecking order on the ship, and she’d been repeatedly reminded that it was better to keep her nose in her own business. Safer, too.

Dieter broke things up quickly enough, though, and Wes was back not too long after that, and upon catching him walking up, Nym piper in with, "You missed all the excitement." But then Wes was handing Nym some ginger root to calm her stomach. ”Thank you,” She said, taking the ginger and glancing at it almost suspiciously. Wesley was meant to protect her and she was very grateful for everything he was doing, even if she didn’t always appreciate his methods. Nym rolled her eyes when Wes said he needed her back on her feet by breakfast, ”Oh, absolutely, sir. Wouldn’t do to miss a day of my many important duties.” She popped the ginger under her tongue and hung her head, closing her eyes to try to block out the world for a moment, ”You ever miss home?” She asked, almost a whisper, even though she was fairly sure Wesley wouldn’t indulge her question for what it was; he never did. She hadn’t seen her home in years, and she’d not wanted to leave in the first place, but the homesickness didn’t normally hit her until some other kind of sickness came bearing its teeth.

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Character Portrait: Zaelyandren Filaendrae
Character Portrait: Nym Paleth
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Character Portrait: Wesley Aloysius
Wesley Aloysius

"The special of the day is gruel."

Character Portrait: Nym Paleth
Nym Paleth

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Zaelyandren Filaendrae

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Nym Paleth

cabin boy

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passenger

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Dieter Baros

First Mate

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Wesley Aloysius

"The special of the day is gruel."

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Character Portrait: Zaelyandren Filaendrae
Zaelyandren Filaendrae

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Rosia Hienrik

Deck hand

Character Portrait: Wesley Aloysius
Wesley Aloysius

"The special of the day is gruel."

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Xavi Facilier

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Character Portrait: Farris Thea-Joren
Farris Thea-Joren

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Nym Paleth

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Welcome - my name is Rosa.

I want this rp to be a bit of a sandbox. The only details you need to include in your CS is what the other characters would know surface level (What they look like, if they walk with a limp, etc). Feel free to get creative, if you want to do something with plot feel free to pitch it. Keep in mind the bigger the role you want, the more information I'll expect from your CS.

This world is essentially the world of the 2002 Animated film Treasure Island. Space, boats, pirates and adventure.

Have fun!