Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 12:41:20 PM
~~ Tour de Mediterranean ~~
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FAQ that nobody actually asked:
Spring-summer-autumn expedition to explore Mediterranean and other parts of Southern Europe, Northern Africa and Suez! We go by ship. The year is 130. Have fun :>
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:is: "... Leif?"
:is: "Yes?"
"Why is the ship registered as Leif's Ånd."
"Oh? I named it that. I thought it would be fitting" he replies with a grin.
"You aren't even coming!"
"But my money is."
"Gods give me patience..." Saga continues flipping through the documents, while Leif starts a fun little monologue about how it was an appropriate name, because his ancestor discovered the American continent, while he is funding an unprecedented expedition to the Silent World. She listens with less than half an ear, looking at the files of the people he had hired. He hired... two and a half medics. And no metalworker to fix the ship, if the hull breaches. Or whatever else could happen on a ship that size.
...
Perhaps she should have been overseeing him a bit more, but she was overworked with planning out the details of the expedition, supplies, maps, recollections of other people about the seas both from this and previous age, convincing people that it was a better idea to sail the seas in summer to avoid the horrible storms that could plague both seas had they went in wintertime, and that they should definitely set out in spring.
Leviathans are temporary, but storms are forever?
You can kill a sea beast, but not the creation of gods' rage?
Whatever.
The people should be all coming here today... Is there time to find a metalworker in the docks...?
Probably not, but she should still try.
So far, nobody came knocking into a small building Leif bought and filled to the brim with radios, maps, and numerous files and sets of information about the lands they were about to visit. It is honestly an incredible mess, but at least she managed to keep the table and the chairs clear, so that the people coming would have a place to sit while they hold their final briefing...
There is time, she decides.
"I'm going out. I need to find us someone that can fix the not-engine parts of the ship" she says, grabbing her light spring jacket.
"What?"
"It's a massive ship! We can't just have an engineer on board, what if we need to fix or replace larger parts of the ship? Or if we need a new part that she can't just bring forth out of thin air?"
Leif's face pales, although it's hard to notice it. "I... did not think of that."
"Yes, I noticed. I'll go get someone now. If anyone comes, be polite, don't show off all the things you have, and offer them tea or coffee." He probably knows how to make a warm drink. Right?
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 12:58:32 PM
Whatever was outside the office, it's heavy, and judging from how it was getting louder and starting to make the water in Leif's glass ripple, coming closer.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise stops outside the door.
There's a very polite knock.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 01:11:10 PM
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Whatever was outside the office, it's heavy, and judging from how it was getting louder and starting to make the water in Leif's glass ripple, coming closer.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise stops outside the door.
There's a very polite knock.
As the loud noises begin outside, Saga pauses by the door, hesitating to open it. The knock confuses both her and Leif, and after exchanging a look, Leif just shrugs.
:is: "It's Höfn. The noise could've came from anything" he says. Not just some random, unknown and questionable person I may or may not have hired to share a ship with you for months, he doesn't say.
Saga shrugs in return and opens the door.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 01:30:08 PM
As the loud noises begin outside, Saga pauses by the door, hesitating to open it. The knock confuses both her and Leif, and after exchanging a look, Leif just shrugs.
:is: "It's Höfn. The noise could've came from anything" he says. Not just some random, unknown and questionable person I may or may not have hired to share a ship with you for months, he doesn't say.
Saga shrugs in return and opens the door.
There's a very large man in the door. That, or a small bear. The man is heavily bearded, and nearly two meters tall. His face looks like it's been chiseled out of stone, and he's wearing a button-top shirt, pants, and a thick apron. He is carrying an anvil on one shoulder, and a huge pack is on his back, with a two-handed hammer with a head the size of Saga's own strapped to it.
He is carrying an anvil on one shoulder. It doesn't appear to bother him in the slightest.
The man looks down at her impassively. :no: "This is the meeting room for the expedition, yes?" he asks, in a voice so deep it rumbles inside the chests of everyone present. "Do you need any further crew members?"
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 01:47:04 PM
There's a very large man in the door. That, or a small bear. The man is heavily bearded, and nearly two meters tall. His face looks like it's been chiseled out of stone, and he's wearing a button-top shirt, pants, and a thick apron. He is carrying an anvil on one shoulder, and a huge pack is on his back, with a two-handed hammer with a head the size of Saga's own strapped to it.
He is carrying an anvil on one shoulder. It doesn't appear to bother him in the slightest.
The man looks down at her impassively. :no: "This is the meeting room for the expedition, yes?" he asks, in a voice so deep it rumbles inside the chests of everyone present. "Do you need any further crew members?"
Saga steps back as soon as she sees him, more out of instinct than genuine fear.
Behind her, Leif meeps.
She recovers from the initial surprise and offers him a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, we need a metalworker. Or... a blacksmith? You seem to be one...?" she says, opening the door fully and waving him to come in. She sits down at the table, facing him. "Have you any experience working on ships? Any letters of recommendation, perhaps?"
:is: "Why are you letting him in?! Who is that?"
:is: "A metalworker, it seems." She turns back to Harald quickly, easily going back to ignoring Leif. :no: "My name is Saga Viggósdóttir, and that is Leif Erikson" she says. "What is your name, and would you like a cup of coffee? Or tea?"
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 01:51:27 PM
While the docks at home were never quite this busy at home, he still slides through the crowd fairly easily while he checks the hand drawn map he had made based off his new employers directions.
He pauses a ways from the building and watches the interaction between someone carrying a giant pack and whoever is within the building. Leo then arches an eyebrow as he notices the anvil being carried on one of the man's shoulders.
He sips his coffee and waits, moving out of the way of people hauling gear and line through the dockyard as needed.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 02:06:41 PM
Saga steps back as soon as she sees him, more out of instinct than genuine fear.
Behind her, Leif meeps.
She recovers from the initial surprise and offers him a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, we need a metalworker. Or... a blacksmith? You seem to be one...?" she says, opening the door fully and waving him to come in. She sits down at the table, facing him. "Have you any experience working on ships? Any letters of recommendation, perhaps?"
:is: "Why are you letting him in?! Who is that?"
:is: "A metalworker, it seems." She turns back to Harald quickly, easily going back to ignoring Leif. :no: "My name is Saga Viggósdóttir, and that is Leif Erikson" she says. "What is your name, and would you like a cup of coffee? Or tea?"
:no: "Harald. Coffee. I am a blacksmith, but did not bring any letters."
Harald sets the anvil down with an audible thump, his oversized pack joining it a moment later.
"I do not have any real experience with ships," the man says quietly. "Still, I would like to join."
Post by: Mirasol on December 08, 2020, 02:18:26 PM
Leo silently sips his coffee as he strolls through the dockyard. With his hair tie having broken when he'd attempted to tie it back this morning his hair was floofed out like the mane of a lion's with not attempt made to tame it.
While the docks at home were never quite this busy at home, he still slides through the crowd fairly easily while he checks the hand drawn map he had made based off his new employers directions.
He pauses a ways from the building and watches the interaction between someone carrying a giant pack and whoever is within the building. Leo then arches an eyebrow as he notices the anvil being carried on one of the man's shoulders.
He sips his coffee and waits, moving out of the way of people hauling gear and line through the dockyard as needed.
:is:"Uhm, sorry? Do you speak Icelandic? I´m not sure whether I´m in the right place..."
A young woman with brown, curly hair in two pigtails is speaking. She had been standing in the middle of the dock looking kind of lost for a while now. She is carrying a huge backpack with two harpoons sticking out, a belt with even more small bags and a guitar-case for some reason. It seems she had been watching the interaction between the bearman with the anvil and the person inside too.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 02:24:22 PM
:no: "Harald. Coffee. I am a blacksmith, but did not bring any letters."
Harald sets the anvil down with an audible thump, his oversized pack joining it a moment later.
"I do not have any real experience with ships," the man says quietly. "Still, I would like to join."
:is: "Make a coffee for the man, will you?" Saga says to Leif.
Leif throws his hands into the air. "Do everything for a girl, and she still has demands" he says dramatically, off to brew Harald a cup.
:no: "Hmm... I am not sure if it would be the best... I'd prefer if you came with some recommendation. Do you have anyone to vouch for you? And any examples of your work? It is a very dangerous journey, we need people with as much experience as possible."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 02:30:33 PM
:is: "Make a coffee for the man, will you?" Saga says to Leif.
Leif throws his hands into the air. "Do everything for a girl, and she still has demands" he says dramatically, off to brew Harald a cup.
:no: "Hmm... I am not sure if it would be the best... I'd prefer if you came with some recommendation. Do you have anyone to vouch for you? And any examples of your work? It is a very dangerous journey, we need people with as much experience as possible."
:is: "Ah! Hello!" Leif greets her, happily abandoning the task of making coffee. "Come in, come in. Once everybody gathers, we will have a small briefing and then you'll be off~. I am Leif Erikson, the man who hired you all. Please wait for a few moments, Saga is talking to the last person we need for the journey."
Harald shrugs, and pulls the hammer off of his pack. :no: "Would this suffice? I made it myself."
The hammer is obviously well-made, if more meant to be functional than pretty. It's clearly a weapon rather than a tool, one side blunt and the other ending in a sharp spike.
:no: "If not," Harald rumbles, "allow for the fact that I brought my own tools and forge, and do not care about payment."
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 02:37:29 PM
:is:"Uhm, sorry? Do you speak Icelandic? I´m not sure whether I´m in the right place..."
A young woman with brown, curly hair in two pigtails is speaking. She had been standing in the middle of the dock looking kind of lost for a while now. She is carrying a huge backpack with two harpoons sticking out, a belt with even more small bags and a guitar-case for some reason. It seems she had been watching the interaction between the bearman with the anvil and the person inside too.
Leo glances in her direction and sips some more coffee.
:fi: "Personal space?" This earns him a chuckle from one of the passing dockworkers that caught what he said, he sighs after realizing that none of the dockworkers are going to stop and help the girl, and speaks up, :is: "Some. Here for," he pauses as though trying to find the words, "work in southlands on boat?"
Post by: Lallicat on December 08, 2020, 02:45:17 PM
Post by: Mirasol on December 08, 2020, 02:52:02 PM
Leo glances in her direction and sips some more coffee.
:fi: "Personal space?" This earns him a chuckle from one of the passing dockworkers that caught what he said, he sighs after realizing that none of the dockworkers are going to stop and help the girl, and speaks up, :is: "Some. Here for," he pauses as though trying to find the words, "work in southlands on boat?"
A hopeful glow appears in the girl´s eyes. ":is: Yes! thank you. Uh... :fi: Finnish better? I not good, but can try." She searches for words for a bit. "Uhm... is this house?" She points at the building the man from earlier had just disappeared in, and a red-haired woman is now knocking at.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 02:55:52 PM
Harald shrugs, and pulls the hammer off of his pack. :no: "Would this suffice? I made it myself."
The hammer is obviously well-made, if more meant to be functional than pretty. It's clearly a weapon rather than a tool, one side blunt and the other ending in a sharp spike.
:no: "If not," Harald rumbles, "allow for the fact that I brought my own tools and forge, and do not care about payment."
:no: "Uhh... I'll ask, but let me have a look, please" she says, getting up and having a look at the hammer. She doesn't try to touch it or to pick it up, who knows what it could have hit... perhaps even a beast or a troll? But from her vague knowledge of what proper tools should look like, she decides it looks solid. And if he brings all the tools necessary... and he is bringing them...
:is: "Leif, he says his name is Harald, he has no recommendations, never worked on a ship..." she starts.
"Obviously, that's a no."
"...and that he doesn't care about payment, made this very well-made hammer, and is bringing the whole forge and all the tools with him."
"Obviously, that's a yes. Welcome aboard!" Leif says in a friendly voice, giving Harald a hot cup of coffee.
"We should at least ask him for some documents. And we don't have any proof that he truly did make this hammer."
"Of course, we need to add him on the crew list, ask who should we contact should anything happen and all that." He gives her a look that tells her she should be the one to do it. A look that tells her he only listened to what he wanted to hear. Again.
Well, if she asks for papers, she could at least use them to ask around...? Leif's Norwegian military contacts could be reached before they set out, right?
:no: "Do you have any documents with you? And who should we contact in case anything happens to you?" she asks.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 02:58:42 PM
:no: "Uhh... I'll ask, but let me have a look, please" she says, getting up and having a look at the hammer. She doesn't try to touch it or to pick it up, who knows what it could have hit... perhaps even a beast or a troll? But from her vague knowledge of what proper tools should look like, she decides it looks solid. And if he brings all the tools necessary... and he is bringing them...
:is: "Leif, he says his name is Harald, he has no recommendations, never worked on a ship..." she starts.
"Obviously, that's a no."
"...and that he doesn't care about payment, made this very well-made hammer, and is bringing the whole forge and all the tools with him."
"Obviously, that's a yes. Welcome aboard!" Leif says in a friendly voice, giving Harald a hot cup of coffee.
"We should at least ask him for some documents. And we don't have any proof that he truly did make this hammer."
"Of course, we need to add him on the crew list, ask who should we contact should anything happen and all that." He gives her a look that tells her she should be the one to do it. A look that tells her he only listened to what he wanted to hear. Again.
Well, if she asks for papers, she could at least use them to ask around...? Leif's Norwegian military contacts could be reached before they set out, right?
:no: "Do you have any documents with you? And who should we contact in case anything happens to you?" she asks.
Harald puts the hammer down, rummages through his pack a bit, and pulls out a battered passport. :no: "I have no living family or friends," he says calmly. "So there is no need to contact anyone."
Astrid arrived on the docks, excitement bubbling in her chest. She could hear the new lands waiting to be explored calling out to her. A smile split on her face so wide it hurt. Unable to suppress it, she hid it by pretending to double-check her bag. As if she hadn't quadruple checked it before she left home, and a few dozen more times on the boat ride here. Looking around, the smell of the sea assaulting her nostrils, she felt a shiver snake along her spine. Gathering up her stuff, she started to walk along the boats docked up, trying to remember the instructions to the expedition office. Another burst of excitement took over her, and she started skipping for a good 3 meters before she realized that it was very unprofessional. She got lost a few times trying to find her way, but her pride would not let her ask for help. When she finally arrived, she knocked three times on the door, placing one hand on the handle to try and steady her nerves. Stupid move. The door opened and she promptly fell inside, her pack falling open, and quite a few cat treats spilling on her. Well, this was embarrassing.
Harald slowly gets to his feet, walks over to the woman, and offers her a hand up.
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 03:04:16 PM
A hopeful glow appears in the girl´s eyes. ":is: Yes! thank you. Uh... :fi: Finnish better? I not good, but can try." She searches for words for a bit. "Uhm... is this house?" She points at the building the man from earlier had just disappeared in, and a red-haired woman is now knocking at.
Leo glances from the girl to his map, to the officefront, back to the map and finally back to the girl. :is: "Maybe? You work for Leif?" He sips the remainder of his coffee as he waits on a response.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 03:06:03 PM
Harald puts the hammer down, rummages through his pack a bit, and pulls out a battered passport. :no: "I have no living family or friends," he says calmly. "So there is no need to contact anyone."
Harald slowly gets to his feet, walks over to the woman, and offers her a hand up.
Another, younger, man comes through the door, without even a thought of knocking. He's a few centimeteres shorter and significantly less well built than the blacksmith , although clearly quite strong, particularly across the arms and back. He wears a set of dark green khaki fatigues under a heavily modified stab-proof vest, covered in various leather straps and braces to hold various pieces of equipment on, and across his back, over a substantial backpack, is slung an old hunting shotgun and an unstrung yew longbow. His hair the colour of oak bark and his eyes that of early autumn leaves, his accent clearly that of somone who only recently learned Icelandic. :sct: "Yep, this looks like the right place". He glances at the blacksmith helping a curly haired woman to her feet, then turns to the man at the other end of the room and says :is: " Someone told me to report here, because apparently you need a scout for this little outing of yours"
Post by: Mirasol on December 08, 2020, 03:16:35 PM
Leo glances from the girl to his map, to the officefront, back to the map and finally back to the girl. :is: "Maybe? You work for Leif?" He sips the remainder of his coffee as he waits on a response.
By now the woman´s view wanders exceedingly irritated back and forth between Leo´s coffee-cup, a clock on a stock-hall nearby and the building´s door, where progressively more people are entering. When answering the question though, she´s just as friendly as before. But she does switch back to Icelandic, as the tall man with the coffee didn´t bother to react to her offering to speak Finnish. :is: "Yes, I do."
Post by: Lallicat on December 08, 2020, 03:17:05 PM
Harald slowly gets to his feet, walks over to the woman, and offers her a hand up.
Astrid felt her cheeks flame up. Oh what a way to make an entrance Nilsen she scolded herself, mortified. A large hand makes its way into her field of vision. She takes it, grateful for the help. She raised her head to discern her savior and let out a rather juvenile squeak. He was a giant man with a rather impressive beard. Standing up, her head arrived around his elbows. She mentally cursed her short stature and held her hand out. :no: "Thank you. I'm Astrid Nilsen. This is the office for the Expedition to the Southlands, right?" As a cat treat fell out of her braid, she crossed her fingers that she was indeed in the right place, and that she hadn't just barged into a random meeting.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 03:19:29 PM
Astrid felt her cheeks flame up. Oh what a way to make an entrance Nilsen she scolded herself, mortified. A large hand makes its way into her field of vision. She takes it, grateful for the help. She raised her head to discern her savior and let out a rather juvenile squeak. He was a giant man with a rather impressive beard. Standing up, her head arrived around his elbows. She mentally cursed her short stature and held her hand out. :no: "Thank you. I'm Astrid Nilsen. This is the office for the Expedition to the Southlands, right?" As a cat treat fell out of her braid, she crossed her fingers that she was indeed in the right place, and that she hadn't just barged into a random meeting.
:no: "Yes," the large man says flatly.
Another, younger, man comes through the door, without even a thought of knocking. He's a few centimeteres shorter and significantly less well built than the blacksmith , although clearly quite strong, particularly across the arms and back. He wears a set of khaki fatigues, covered in various leather straps and braces to hold various pieces of equipment on, and across his back, over a substantial backpack, is slung an old hunting shotgun and an unstrung yew longbow. His hair the colour of oak bark and his eyes that of early autumn leaves, his accent clearly that of somone who only recently learned Icelandic. "Yep, this looks like the right place". He glances at the blacksmith helping a curly haired woman to her feet, then turns to the man at the other end of the room and says :is: " Someone told me to report here, because apparently you need a scout for this little outing of yours"
The blacksmith looks the younger man over, expression unchanging.
Harald then looks back at Astrid. :no: "What is your job, then?" he asks.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 03:25:46 PM
Astrid felt her cheeks flame up. Oh what a way to make an entrance Nilsen she scolded herself, mortified. A large hand makes its way into her field of vision. She takes it, grateful for the help. She raised her head to discern her savior and let out a rather juvenile squeak. He was a giant man with a rather impressive beard. Standing up, her head arrived around his elbows. She mentally cursed her short stature and held her hand out. :no: "Thank you. I'm Astrid Nilsen. This is the office for the Expedition to the Southlands, right?" As a cat treat fell out of her braid, she crossed her fingers that she was indeed in the right place, and that she hadn't just barged into a random meeting.
Not taking his eyes from leif, he says, calmly and clearly, but mispronouncing every third word :is: "Oh, yeah, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Lance-corporal Oliver Harwood. You contacted me a few weeks ago through someone on an expedition into Scotland I was accompanying"
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 03:29:53 PM
Harald puts the hammer down, rummages through his pack a bit, and pulls out a battered passport. :no: "I have no living family or friends," he says calmly. "So there is no need to contact anyone."
:is: "Says he doesn't have family or friends" Saga says, taking his passport. Finnish?!
"Brilliant. Nobody to sue me if he dies" Leif says brightly.
She begins to write down Harald's information, adding him to the crew list. Clearly, Leif decided to hire him. Might as well do it proper, then.
Astrid arrived on the docks, excitement bubbling in her chest. She could hear the new lands waiting to be explored calling out to her. A smile split on her face so wide it hurt. Unable to suppress it, she hid it by pretending to double-check her bag. As if she hadn't quadruple checked it before she left home, and a few dozen more times on the boat ride here. Looking around, the smell of the sea assaulting her nostrils, she felt a shiver snake along her spine. Gathering up her stuff, she started to walk along the boats docked up, trying to remember the instructions to the expedition office. Another burst of excitement took over her, and she started skipping for a good 3 meters before she realized that it was very unprofessional. She got lost a few times trying to find her way, but her pride would not let her ask for help. When she finally arrived, she knocked three times on the door, placing one hand on the handle to try and steady her nerves. Stupid move. The door opened and she promptly fell inside, her pack falling open, and quite a few cat treats spilling on her. Well, this was embarrassing.
(sorry, I didn't notice the post bc it posted while I was writing a reply above, sorryyy)
(also present tense, please)
Harald slowly gets to his feet, walks over to the woman, and offers her a hand up.
Another, younger, man comes through the door, without even a thought of knocking. He's a few centimeteres shorter and significantly less well built than the blacksmith , although clearly quite strong, particularly across the arms and back. He wears a set of khaki fatigues, covered in various leather straps and braces to hold various pieces of equipment on, and across his back, over a substantial backpack, is slung an old hunting shotgun and an unstrung yew longbow. His hair the colour of oak bark and his eyes that of early autumn leaves, his accent clearly that of someone who only recently learned Icelandic. "Yep, this looks like the right place". He glances at the blacksmith helping a curly haired woman to her feet, then turns to the man at the other end of the room and says :is: " Someone told me to report here, because apparently you need a scout for this little outing of yours"
Saga stands up immediately. :is: "Gods, are you well?" she asks. She turns her head and looks at the other newcomer, too. It seemed this whole group was gathering up. Astrid and Oliver.
Oliver was from far south, huh...?
:is: "Hello" Leif says brightly to both of them. "I'm Leif Erikson. This is Saga Viggósdóttir, your navigator" he says, presenting her proudly as if he invented her. His mannerisms are quite self-centered and arrogant, but charming in an annoying way. He wears large, round glasses and at the same time looks like a stereotypical skald and a stereotypical rich kid. For someone who has no rights to be unable to buy himself food, he is far too similar to a skeleton, but the lack of meat on his bones doesn't manage to hide he might be considered handsome. His hair is so pale it is nearly white, and his eyes are a cold gray color.
Saga is, meanwhile, graceful and bright, with unruly blonde hair tamed by braiding it in two. Certainly skinny, but not knocking on Death's door, with a friendly round face, bright blue eyes and freckles. She is wearing ironed clothes, unlike Leif, and unlike Leif she clearly put more thought into her outfit this morning than he did in the last decade.
After such an annoying introduction Leif gave of her, she raises her hand in an awkward wave. "Hello. I'm Saga. Skald. Not immune." Might as well get it out of the way immediately. "Nice to meet you."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 03:44:05 PM
Saga stands up immediately. :is: "Gods, are you well?" she asks. She turns her head and looks at the other newcomer, too. It seemed this whole group was gathering up. Astrid and Oliver.
Oliver was from far south, huh...?
:is: "Hello" Leif says brightly to both of them. "I'm Leif Erikson. This is Saga Viggósdóttir, your navigator" he says, presenting her proudly as if he invented her. His mannerisms are quite self-centered and arrogant, but charming in an annoying way. He wears large, round glasses and at the same time looks like a stereotypical skald and a stereotypical rich kid. For someone who has no rights to be unable to buy himself food, he is far too similar to a skeleton, but the lack of meat on his bones doesn't manage to hide he might be considered handsome. His hair is so pale it is nearly white, and his eyes are a cold gray color.
Saga is, meanwhile, graceful and bright, with unruly blonde hair tamed by braiding it in two. Certainly skinny, but not knocking on Death's door, with a friendly round face, bright blue eyes and freckles. She is wearing ironed clothes, unlike Leif, and unlike Leif she clearly put more thought into her outfit this morning than he did in the last decade.
After such an annoying introduction Leif gave of her, she raises her hand in an awkward wave. "Hello. I'm Saga. Skald. Not immune." Might as well get it out of the way immediately. "Nice to meet you."
Oliver jokingly raises his hand like an inquiring schoolchild. :is: "Another thing I've just realised, is that I don't actually know where we're going, I just joined up for the adventure, free supplies and whatever the thing that you northerners call "money" is"
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 03:46:59 PM
Oliver jokingly raises his hand like an inquiring schoolchild. "Another thing I've just realised, is that I don't actually know where we're going, I just joined up for the adventure, free supplies and whatever the thing that you northerners call "money" is"
Saga stares at him.
Can she convince Leif to join them at the last moment, and throw him overboard...?
:is: "We are going to far south. Have you heard of Suez canal?" she asks.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 04:01:48 PM
Saga stares at him.
Can she convince Leif to join them at the last moment, and throw him overboard...?
:is: "We are going to far south. Have you heard of Suez canal?" she asks.
:is: "Is that south of the English channel?" He asks, with a little confusion.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 04:04:41 PM
:is: "Is that south of the English channel ?" He asks, with a little confusion.
:is: "Much more south, yes." She points at a map of old Europe, hanging on the wall. "Iceland is up here. This is the island you're from. Suez is here."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 04:20:44 PM
:is: "Much more south, yes." She points at a map of old Europe, hanging on the wall. "Iceland is up here. This is the island you're from. Suez is here."
He stares at the map, his sharp eyes tracking from the isles he calls home, across France, Germany and the Mediterranian, then back again
:eng: "Bloody hell, that's a long way. In my mind it was basically "here be dragons" for anything south of Cornwall. Still, seems like a good adventure"
He switches to a more confident tone to say;
:is: "Ah, that's a long way. Frankly, I forgot the world was that big. Looks like fun though. I presume we'll be going round this "spain" place, " He strides over to the map and runs his finger around the iberian peninsula "I can't see any rivers that are big enough for a substansial ship in any of these bits" He gestures at France and Germany
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 04:25:43 PM
By now the woman´s view wanders exceedingly irritated back and forth between Leo´s coffee-cup, a clock on a stock-hall nearby and the building´s door, where progressively more people are entering. When answering the question though, she´s just as friendly as before. But she does switch back to Icelandic, as the tall man with the coffee didn´t bother to react to her offering to speak Finnish. :is: "Yes, I do."
:is: "I think is right office then.... People keep jumping the queue...seems right for the reputation of these kinds of work."
Leo clicks his teeth in annoyance at the perceived sleight as he had been waiting in line for Harald to finish his business at the office. It is hard tell from merely looking at him is he truly shares in the annoyance his tone of voice suggests.
Post by: Lallicat on December 08, 2020, 04:28:59 PM
Saga stands up immediately. :is: "Gods, are you well?" she asks. She turns her head and looks at the other newcomer, too. It seemed this whole group was gathering up. Astrid and Oliver.
:is: "Ah, I'm fine. Happens all the time, don't worry about it."
Harald then looks back at Astrid. :no: "What is your job, then?" he asks.
:no: "Oh, I'm an engineer and, ah, cat trainer. I'm assuming a cat is coming with us?" she asks hopefully. Kneeling down, she starts to gather her equipment back into her pack as Saga and Oliver converse about the nature of the journey.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 04:33:35 PM
He stares at the map, his sharp eyes tracking from the isles he calls home, across France, Germany and the Mediterranian, then back again
:eng: "Bloody hell, that's a long way. In my mind it was basically "here be dragons" for anything south of Cornwall. Still, seems like a good adventure"
He switches to a more confident tone to say;
:is: "Ah, that's a long way. Frankly, I forgot the world was that big. Looks like fun though. I presume we'll be going round this "spain" place, " He strides over to the map and runs his finger around the iberian peninsula "I can't see any rivers that are big enough for a substansial ship in any of these bits" He gestures at France and Germany
:is: "Ah! But that's the best part. I found an old one - a man-made Rhine-Main-Danube Canal!" Saga brightly grabs a large, positively ancient atlas and places it on the table, flipping through the pages until she finds what she wanted. She shows him a route they had considered but deemed too dangerous - entering Rhine at Rotterdam, sailing until they reach Main river, entering the canal and reaching Danube, which circles around the Alps, goes through the entire continent and connects with the Black Sea.
(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b3/Europa_Ludwigskanal_Rhein_Main_Donau.png/600px-Europa_Ludwigskanal_Rhein_Main_Donau.png)
"It was an idea, but since we can't know the shape of the canal after almost a century and a half have passed, not to mention the possible dangers of just sailing through Germany and... other areas that exist there now, we decided against it. The Atlantic Ocean packs a whole different set of dangers, but at least we know Gibraltar should still be there, being a natural formation and everything... and... I am probably talking too much. I will stop now. Sorry."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 04:47:39 PM
:is: "Ah, I'm fine. Happens all the time, don't worry about it."
:no: "Oh, I'm an engineer and, ah, cat trainer. I'm assuming a cat is coming with us?" she asks hopefully. Kneeling down, she starts to gather her equipment back into her pack as Saga and Oliver converse about the nature of the journey.
Harald shrugs. :no: "I have no idea. One hopes." This said, he goes back to his chair and sits down, listening quietly to the others conversing.
Post by: Mirasol on December 08, 2020, 05:20:34 PM
:is: "I think is right office then.... People keep jumping the queue...seems right for the reputation of these kinds of work."
Leo clicks his teeth in annoyance at the perceived sleight as he had been waiting in line for Harald to finish his business at the office. It is hard tell from merely looking at him is he truly shares in the annoyance his tone of voice suggests.
A glance of anger wanders over the womans face as the man suddenly speaks full sentences of the language he "struggled" through just a few minutes ago. She still answers politely.
":is: So you work there too? Nice to meet you then, my name is Dísa Ánnsdóttir, and yours? Have you considered maybe waiting closer to the door? I mean, you are standing pretty far away. The others probably didn´t notice you."
She turns towards the building. "I also don´t think there really is a queue... Everyone who arrived so far just went right inside. We maybe should go in too, otherwise we might be late."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 08, 2020, 05:27:55 PM
Is this a line? Do I just go in? Is this even the right place?
:no: "Uh, hi," she says to the nearest person. "This is the Southern Expedition meeting, right?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 05:33:30 PM
A very tall, muscular woman with short brown hair and a scowl shoulders her way through the crowd on the dock to stand awkwardly near the door to the little office.
Is this a line? Do I just go in? Is this even the right place?
:no: "Uh, hi," she says to the nearest person. "This is the Southern Expedition meeting, right?"
Harald looks up. :no: "Yes."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 08, 2020, 05:38:45 PM
Harald looks up. :no: "Yes."
Oh, thank gods. Also, this guy is built about on the same scale as me. That should cut down on the stares.
:no: "Are you the captain?"
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 05:42:15 PM
A glance of anger wanders over the womans face as the man suddenly speaks gramatically perfect Icelandic. She still answers politely.
":is: So you work there too? Nice to meet you then, my name is Dísa Ánnsdóttir, and yours? Have you considered maybe waiting closer to the door? I mean, you are standing pretty far away. The others probably didn´t notice you."
She turns towards the building. "I also don´t think there really is a queue... Everyone who arrived so far just went right inside. We maybe should go in too, otherwise we might be late."
:is: "Leo." Leo shrugs in indifference and picks up his pack from where he'd set it before he started sipping his coffee. :is: "Probably right about not noticing us at this distance."
Despite the rifle strapped to it, and it being presumably full of equipment, the pack itself is eerily quiet as he slips it on, no jingle or rattle of stuff within or without.
Leo glides through the moving dockworkers with almost the precense of a ghost and approaches the still open door and almost gets close enough to announce his presence before someone else suddenly looms into the doorway before he could get there.
He stands about three meters away watching and waiting, peering past the new arrival and arches an eyebrow at the nearly claustrophobic sight of so many people inside.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 05:45:03 PM
Oh, thank gods. Also, this guy is built about on the same scale as me. That should cut down on the stares.
:no: "Are you the captain?"
:no: "No. I do not know who's leading this crew, yet." The big man shrugs. "Does anyone wish to address that?"
Post by: Mirasol on December 08, 2020, 06:00:35 PM
:is: "Leo." Leo shrugs in indifference and picks up his pack from where he'd set it before he started sipping his coffee. :is: "Probably right about not noticing us at this distance."
Despite the rifle strapped to it, and it being presumably full of equipment, the pack itself is eerily quiet as he slips it on, no jingle or rattle of stuff within or without.
Leo glides through the moving dockworkers with almost the precense of a ghost and approaches the still open door and almost gets close enough to announce his presence before someone else suddenly looms into the doorway before he could get there.
He stands about three meters away watching and waiting, peering past the new arrival and arches an eyebrow at the nearly claustrophobic sight of so many people inside.
Dísa has no time to react as Leo walks away, so she just ends up following behind him. For every step he takes she has to take three. At this point she is regretting it a bit that she talked to him in the first place. Sure, in between the options of talking to the giant man with a literal anvil on his shoulder knocking on the door and the giant man drinking coffee and staring, she took the one that seemed less fatal. But the best person for conversation he had not been. She also hoped she would maybe also work with less scary people too... But it was just the first impression, she was sure once she got to know everyone it would be great.
As Leo stops still in a safe distance, Dísa stops as well, slightly confused. Another giant person is still standing in the doorway. Dísa starts wondering whether there was a minimal height no one told her about...
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 06:13:07 PM
:no: "No. I do not know who's leading this crew, yet." The big man shrugs. "Does anyone wish to address that?"
:no: "Ah, yes." So many people came in while she rambled about the canal and other possible routes that might happen in later expedition if this works out. She straightens her clothes and her back and puts away the atlas back on the pile she got it from. :no: "Welcome, everyone! Please come in" she calls. "Have a seat. Uh. Hi. I am Saga, your navigator. We will be taking a ship, Leif's Ånd, to the south. Atlantic Ocean, La Manche, around France and Spain, through Gibraltar, to Suez" she says, showing the general route on the map on the wall with a knitting needle. "We will make stops along the way as we deem are safe and likely to give us something worth risking our lives for. Uhh... in case of land beasts and trolls, run for the ship immediately. In case of sea beasts and especially leviathans, we're shutting down systems and rising up metal shields and coverings for windows, doors and so, and you are required to stay completely silent, make as little movement as possible and not do any noises or talking until the danger passes. Sound travels incredibly well through water. If the leviathan doesn't pass, we can release charges into the sea to chase it away, but that should be the last resort." She repeats herself in Icelandic, slightly more eloquently. Leif lets her speak, without interrupting for once. :is: "As for the captain, he should be on his way here..."
:is: "Telegraph for Leif Erikson!"
Leif goes to accept it and reads it, before handing it to Saga in silence.
The fact he loves the sound of his voice too much to not loudly announce it should have been a giveaway the news were not good.
:is: "Uhh... our captain found out we are heading south in summer and quit the journey" Saga declares. She repeats it in Norwegian, too.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 06:17:21 PM
:no: "Ah, yes." So many people came in while she rambled about the canal and other possible routes that might happen in later expedition if this works out. She straightens her clothes and her back and puts away the atlas back on the pile she got it from. :no: "Welcome, everyone! Please come in" she calls. "Have a seat. Uh. Hi. I am Saga, your navigator. We will be taking a ship, Leif's Ånd, to the south. Atlantic Ocean, La Manche, around France and Spain, through Gibraltar, to Suez" she says, showing the general route on the map on the wall with a knitting needle. "We will make stops along the way as we deem are safe and likely to give us something worth risking our lives for. Uhh... in case of land beasts and trolls, run for the ship immediately. In case of sea beasts and especially leviathans, we're shutting down systems and rising up metal shields and coverings for windows, doors and so, and you are required to stay completely silent, make as little movement as possible and not do any noises or talking until the danger passes. Sound travels incredibly well through water. If the leviathan doesn't pass, we can release charges into the sea to chase it away, but that should be the last resort." She repeats herself in Icelandic, slightly more eloquently. Leif lets her speak, without interrupting for once. :is: "As for the captain, he should be on his way here..."
:is: "Telegraph for Leif Erikson!"
Leif goes to accept it and reads it, before handing it to Saga in silence.
The fact he loves the sound of his voice too much to not loudly announce it should have been a giveaway the news were not good.
:is: "Uhh... our captain found out we are heading south in summer and quit the journey" Saga declares. She repeats it in Norwegian, too.
Harald smiles. Well, probably. It's a bit hard to tell, with the beard and all. :no: "So we need a new captain, then."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 08, 2020, 06:19:07 PM
:no: "Ah, yes." So many people came in while she rambled about the canal and other possible routes that might happen in later expedition if this works out. She straightens her clothes and her back and puts away the atlas back on the pile she got it from. :no: "Welcome, everyone! Please come in" she calls. "Have a seat. Uh. Hi. I am Saga, your navigator. We will be taking a ship, Leif's Ånd, to the south. Atlantic Ocean, La Manche, around France and Spain, through Gibraltar, to Suez" she says, showing the general route on the map on the wall with a knitting needle. "We will make stops along the way as we deem are safe and likely to give us something worth risking our lives for. Uhh... in case of land beasts and trolls, run for the ship immediately. In case of sea beasts and especially leviathans, we're shutting down systems and rising up metal shields and coverings for windows, doors and so, and you are required to stay completely silent, make as little movement as possible and not do any noises or talking until the danger passes. Sound travels incredibly well through water. If the leviathan doesn't pass, we can release charges into the sea to chase it away, but that should be the last resort." She repeats herself in Icelandic, slightly more eloquently. Leif lets her speak, without interrupting for once. :is: "As for the captain, he should be on his way here..."
:is: "Telegraph for Leif Erikson!"
Leif goes to accept it and reads it, before handing it to Saga in silence.
The fact he loves the sound of his voice too much to not loudly announce it should have been a giveaway the news were not good.
:is: "Uhh... our captain found out we are heading south in summer and quit the journey" Saga declares. She repeats it in Norwegian, too.
:eng: "And so the fun begins", Oliver mutters, then removes his pack with thud against the floor and begins to look more closely at the other crewmembers, to better know the mess he's got himself into.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 08, 2020, 06:20:46 PM
He's wearing a frankly appalling knitted sweater, which covers up any muscle he might have. Mousy brown hair is cut in an unremarkable way, his eyes and face so standard that you forget them as soon as you look at them. He looks like he's in his mid thirties. He's holding a map of the harbor.
Not wanting to interrupt the speech, he just looks around at all of his new... coworkers? They.. well, they're certainly something. He holds up a hand in a silent wave.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 08, 2020, 06:21:12 PM
:no: "Ah, yes." So many people came in while she rambled about the canal and other possible routes that might happen in later expedition if this works out. She straightens her clothes and her back and puts away the atlas back on the pile she got it from. :no: "Welcome, everyone! Please come in" she calls. "Have a seat. Uh. Hi. I am Saga, your navigator. We will be taking a ship, Leif's Ånd, to the south. Atlantic Ocean, La Manche, around France and Spain, through Gibraltar, to Suez" she says, showing the general route on the map on the wall with a knitting needle. "We will make stops along the way as we deem are safe and likely to give us something worth risking our lives for. Uhh... in case of land beasts and trolls, run for the ship immediately. In case of sea beasts and especially leviathans, we're shutting down systems and rising up metal shields and coverings for windows, doors and so, and you are required to stay completely silent, make as little movement as possible and not do any noises or talking until the danger passes. Sound travels incredibly well through water. If the leviathan doesn't pass, we can release charges into the sea to chase it away, but that should be the last resort." She repeats herself in Icelandic, slightly more eloquently. Leif lets her speak, without interrupting for once. :is: "As for the captain, he should be on his way here..."
:is: "Telegraph for Leif Erikson!"
Leif goes to accept it and reads it, before handing it to Saga in silence.
The fact he loves the sound of his voice too much to not loudly announce it should have been a giveaway the news were not good.
:is: "Uhh... our captain found out we are heading south in summer and quit the journey" Saga declares. She repeats it in Norwegian, too.
Wow. These people really do not have their shit together.
Not sure whether she should be more amused or concerned, the large woman folds her arms over her ample chest, tries to lean against the wall, and knocks over a pair of skis, which clatter noisily to the floor.
Damn it, Marianne! At least get on the ship before you start breaking stuff!
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 06:25:51 PM
The door creaks open once more and an exceedingly average man sidles in. Dr. Ludvig Nyman is wearing a leather backpack. He's pulling a leather trunk behind him that he leaves outside of the door as he shuffles in- the office seems too small to fit everything.
He's wearing a frankly appalling knitted sweater, which covers up any muscle he might have. Mousy brown hair is cut in an unremarkable way, his eyes and face so standard that you forget them as soon as you look at them. He looks like he's in his mid thirties. He's holding a map of the harbor.
Not wanting to interrupt the speech, he just looks around at all of his new... coworkers? They.. well, they're certainly something. He holds up a hand in a silent wave.
:no: "Yes! You have a question? Do you maybe have any experience as a captain?" she asks brightly. "Or anyone else for that matter. If you have the will and ability to lead the crew, please tell me." She repeats it all in Icelandic, just in case. Someone please step forward please please please...
Perhaps they'll get delayed for a week or two until they find a replacement... Or someone will step up.
Hopefully.
Someone.
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Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 08, 2020, 06:30:12 PM
Ahahaha... Nobody is taking this well. Saga knows she has to calm the situation down before it explodes, but it needs to be in a constructive way.
:no: "Yes! You have a question? Do you maybe have any experience as a captain?" she asks brightly. "Or anyone else for that matter. If you have the will and ability to lead the crew, please tell me." She repeats it all in Icelandic, just in case. Someone please step forward please please please...
Perhaps they'll get delayed for a week or two until they find a replacement... Or someone will step up.
Hopefully.
Someone.
:no: "I'm just... the doctor?" Doc gives a half smile. "Nooooo experience. With the shooty... stuff." He makes an X with his arms. "You're the talking one. Aren't you the one in charge? Yes?"
He flattens himself more against the wall in case she actually makes him do it.
Post by: Kitty on December 08, 2020, 06:33:33 PM
:no: "I'm just... the doctor?" Doc gives a half smile. "Nooooo experience. With the shooty... stuff." He makes an X with his arms. "You're the talking one. Aren't you the one in charge? Yes?"
He flattens himself more against the wall in case she actually makes him do it. He's a pretty strong swimmer, he can probably make it back to shore before they get out of the harbor...
Saga lets out a nervous laughter. :no: "N-no. I just planned out the route and got as many accounts from military and reports from other expeditions as possible, and maps from the Old World and... oh gods you are considering it." Saga lets out another nervous laughter.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 08, 2020, 06:46:21 PM
Saga lets out a nervous laughter. :no: "N-no. I just planned out the route and got as many accounts from military and reports from other expeditions as possible, and maps from the Old World and... oh gods you are considering it." Saga lets out another nervous laughter.
Harald gives Saga a long, measuring look. :no: "Which dock is our ship at?" he asks.
Post by: Solokov on December 08, 2020, 07:06:00 PM
Dísa has no time to react as Leo walks away, so she just ends up following behind him. For every step he takes she has to take three. At this point she is regretting it a bit that she talked to him in the first place. Sure, in between the options of talking to the giant man with a literal anvil on his shoulder knocking on the door and the giant man drinking coffee and staring, she took the one that seemed less fatal. But the best person for conversation he had not been. She also hoped she would maybe also work with less scary people too... But it was just the first impression, she was sure once she got to know everyone it would be great.
As Leo stops still in a safe distance, Dísa stops as well, slightly confused. Another giant person is still standing in the doorway. Dísa starts wondering whether there was a minimal height no one told her about...
With the office quite packed by Leo's accounting, but with the door opened partially he is close enough to hear enough of what is being said, despite the din of the dockyards. He begins offering Dísa the play by play of what is being said inside, basically parroting what is being said inside, in Icelandic because that's the only language Leo is absolutely sure that Dísa can speak, concurrently he also dropped his feigned "bad" Icelandic.
:is: ".... the captain of the boat backed out and it doesn't sound like anyone inside knows how to pilot one. There's still an opportunity to back out and vanish since no one's seen your face."
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 08, 2020, 08:48:59 PM
Spoiler: show
Hopefully this lot have brought many soft things for him to sleep on, he's going to miss those fluffy things.
What appears to be an oily fur hat, stands up unsteadily, gets its bearings, and stretches.
Flopping down from the pile of papers where he had slept, Svenny slowly walks over to the noisy long-legs who he was passed to 3 days ago, looking up at her he straightens up in a practised fashion, and let's out a short "Mew".
Spoiler: show
Post by: Lallicat on December 08, 2020, 09:06:10 PM
With the door ajar, and the ruckus getting more intense, Svenny finally awakens. He opens one bleary eye, yawns, opens the eye again, and realises that this lot might be the new long-legs he's to go with.Spoiler: show
Hopefully this lot have brought many soft things for him to sleep on, he's going to miss those fluffy things.
What appears to be an oily fur hat, stands up unsteadily, gets its bearings, and stretches.
Flopping down from the pile of papers where he had slept, Svenny slowly walks over to the noisy long-legs who he was passed to 3 days ago, looking up at her he straightens up in a practised fashion, and let's out a short "Mew".Spoiler: show
Astrid immediately noticed the cat that had strolled into the room. She walked over to him and held out her hand for him to sniff.
“Hello gorgeous!” She murmured, scratching him behind his ear.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 08, 2020, 09:09:35 PM
With the door ajar, and the ruckus getting more intense, Svenny finally awakens. He opens one bleary eye, yawns, opens the eye again, and realises that this lot might be the new long-legs he's to go with.Spoiler: show
Hopefully this lot have brought many soft things for him to sleep on, he's going to miss those fluffy things.
What appears to be an oily fur hat, stands up unsteadily, gets its bearings, and stretches.
Flopping down from the pile of papers where he had slept, Svenny slowly walks over to the noisy long-legs who he was passed to 3 days ago, looking up at her he straightens up in a practised fashion, and let's out a short "Mew".Spoiler: show
Huh. I guess this lady's in charge until we get a new captain. The cat seems to think so, anyway.
The large woman manages to cross the room and approach the navigator without knocking anything or anyone else over.
:no: "Ma'am? Marriane Haugen, Specialist First Cla--I mean, helmswoman."
Shit, that was awkward. Do I salute? Offer to shake hands?
Post by: Kitty on December 09, 2020, 03:27:10 AM
Harald gives Saga a long, measuring look. :no: "Which dock is our ship at?" he asks.
:no: "Dock 5, Leif's Ånd" she says. "Do not leave yet."
Huh. I guess this lady's in charge until we get a new captain. The cat seems to think so, anyway.
The large woman manages to cross the room and approach the navigator without knocking anything or anyone else over.
:no: "Ma'am? Marriane Haugen, Specialist First Cla--I mean, helmswoman."
Shit, that was awkward. Do I salute? Offer to shake hands?
:is: "Uh... so, what's happening?" Leif asks.
:is: "They thought I was the captain, I think." She ignores the cat, letting Astrid to play with him instead. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak in a calm voice.
"Reasons why I cannot be a captain are as follows" she states. "I am a skald, not immune, have no military experience and no leadership experience. I have never left Iceland in my life and the only knowledge of the Silent World I have comes from books that are at least a century old." She repeats herself in Norwegian, to make sure everybody understood.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 09, 2020, 03:43:45 AM
:no: "Dock 5, Leif's Ånd" she says. "Do not leave yet."
:is: "Uh... so, what's happening?" Leif asks.
:is: "They thought I was the captain, I think." She ignores the cat, letting Astrid to play with him instead. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak in a calm voice.
"Reasons why I cannot be a captain are as follows" she states. "I am a skald, not immune, have no military experience and no leadership experience. I have never left Iceland in my life and the only knowledge of the Silent World I have comes from books that are at least a century old." She repeats herself in Norwegian, to make sure everybody understood.
Well that was ducking rude.
A flash of anger momentarily burns away Marianne's nervousness and she opens her mouth to tell the little nerd she speaks Icelandic, she's CLEARLY female unless you think these massive goddamn tits are fake, and you're ducking right you're not officer material.
Then she decides she'd rather not be fired again, shuts her mouth without saying anything, and stomps back to her spot against the wall, blushing and scowling ferociously.
And knocks the skis over again.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 09, 2020, 03:56:09 AM
:no: "Dock 5, Leif's Ånd" she says. "Do not leave yet."
:is: "Uh... so, what's happening?" Leif asks.
:is: "They thought I was the captain, I think." She ignores the cat, letting Astrid to play with him instead. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak in a calm voice.
"Reasons why I cannot be a captain are as follows" she states. "I am a skald, not immune, have no military experience and no leadership experience. I have never left Iceland in my life and the only knowledge of the Silent World I have comes from books that are at least a century old." She repeats herself in Norwegian, to make sure everybody understood.
Oliver steps around her to face Saga, looking down at her, but still trying to seem supportive.
:is: "And? At least you've got some knowledge of the world at large. I didn't even know..." He glances back at the map he was just studying "...Spain existed until five minutes ago. You're smart and resourceful enough to put this expedition together, so you're intelligent and resourceful enough to lead it. Military experience doesn't matter, those of us that have it are all from different countries and services anyway. We all thought you were the captain when we arrived, so prove us right."
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 09, 2020, 06:06:12 AM
Astrid immediately noticed the cat that had strolled into the room. She walked over to him and held out her hand for him to sniff.
“Hello gorgeous!” She murmured, scratching him behind his ear.
Oh, this may be the assigned long-legs for him then, as the other one who barely acknowledged him anyway just ignored him, and this one immediately interacted with him.
Looking this excited long-legs in the eyes while she shows him affection, "mew" he asks? He notices a treat in her long fur, and climbs up her foreleg to sit on her back and eat it and any others he finds.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 09, 2020, 08:46:37 AM
Well that was ducking rude.
A flash of anger momentarily burns away Marianne's nervousness and she opens her mouth to tell the little nerd she speaks Icelandic, she's CLEARLY female unless you think these massive goddamn tits are fake, and you're ducking right you're not officer material.
Then she decides she'd rather not be fired again, shuts her mouth without saying anything, and stomps back to her spot against the wall, blushing and scowling ferociously.
And knocks the skis over again.
Harald looks at Marianne, looks back at Saga, and shakes his head almost invisibly as he sighs.
Clearly, they needed to improve the skald's ability to work under pressure.
It was not really his concern, though.
Harald leans back in his seat, and waits for everyone else to catch up with reality.
Post by: Lallicat on December 09, 2020, 08:46:50 AM
Oh, this may be the assigned long-legs for him then, as the other one who barely acknowledged him anyway just ignored him, and this one immediately interacted with him.
Looking this excited long-legs in the eyes while she shows him affection, "mew" he asks? He notices a treat in her long fur, and climbs up her foreleg to sit on her back and eat it and any others he finds.
The unexpected weight of the cat on her back causes Astrid to lose her balance and topple to the floor once more.
:no: "I'm okay!" she exclaims, bringing the cat off her back and into her lap, grabbing a handful of treats from her bag. She offers them to him, petting him on the head softly.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 09, 2020, 09:26:54 AM
The unexpected weight of the cat on her back causes Astrid to lose her balance and topple to the floor once more.Svenny is slightly surprised at the forced motion, the fluffy things didn't do this. He settles quickly however, as comfort and food are provided.
:no: "I'm okay!" she exclaims, bringing the cat off her back and into her lap, grabbing a handful of treats from her bag. She offers them to him, petting him on the head softly.
Aaahh, comfy and being fed. Perfect, no effort, everything provided.
Svenny purrs softly.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 09, 2020, 10:37:42 AM
Then she decides she'd rather not be fired again, shuts her mouth without saying anything, and stomps back to her spot against the wall, blushing and scowling ferociously.
And knocks the skis over again.
The strong lady is coming over near Doc, so he moves over to give her more space.. the clattering of the skis makes him jump almost a foot. He hates meetings like this.
:is: "They thought I was the captain, I think." She ignores the cat, letting Astrid to play with him instead. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak in a calm voice.
"Reasons why I cannot be a captain are as follows" she states. "I am a skald, not immune, have no military experience and no leadership experience. I have never left Iceland in my life and the only knowledge of the Silent World I have comes from books that are at least a century old." She repeats herself in Norwegian, to make sure everybody understood.
:no: "You're the navigator, yes? Perhaps you could be in charge of the ship and someone else could be in charge of the military expeditions." He's retreating into his sweater already, in anticipation of someone yelling at him. This crew is more.. boisterous than his previous coworkers.
Post by: Kitty on December 09, 2020, 11:03:03 AM
Well that was ducking rude.
A flash of anger momentarily burns away Marianne's nervousness and she opens her mouth to tell the little nerd she speaks Icelandic, she's CLEARLY female unless you think these massive goddamn tits are fake, and you're ducking right you're not officer material.
Then she decides she'd rather not be fired again, shuts her mouth without saying anything, and stomps back to her spot against the wall, blushing and scowling ferociously.
And knocks the skis over again.
Oliver steps around her to face Saga, looking down at her, but still trying to seem supportive.
:is: "And? At least you've got some knowledge of the world at large. I didn't even know..." He glances back at the map he was just studying "...France existed until five minutes ago. You're smart and resourceful enough to put this expedition together, so you're intelligent and resourceful enough to lead it. Military experience doesn't matter, those of us that have it are all from different countries and services anyway. We all thought you were the captain when we arrived, so prove us right."
The unexpected weight of the cat on her back causes Astrid to lose her balance and topple to the floor once more.
:no: "I'm okay!" she exclaims, bringing the cat off her back and into her lap, grabbing a handful of treats from her bag. She offers them to him, petting him on the head softly.
The strong lady is coming over near Doc, so he moves over to give her more space.. the clattering of the skis makes him jump almost a foot. He hates meetings like this.
:no: "You're the navigator, yes? Perhaps you could be in charge of the ship and someone else could be in charge of the military expeditions." He's retreating into his sweater already, in anticipation of someone yelling at him. This crew is more.. boisterous than his previous coworkers.
Crap... alright, so she made at least one person angry already, and two members of the expedition are clumsy. At best.
She takes a deep breath, considering what has been said.
The captain and her would have had to constantly consult with each other to decide on what to do. She never met the man and had no clue how he worked, or if he would even listen to her input. Seeing his character from how he quit the expedition, she is actually somewhat relieved she doesn't have to work with him.
She knows enough about the route and dangers ahead of them.
She has engineers and helmswomen whose input she will consider when making decisions.
Doc... made sense.
That, or she is insane.
Both? Probably not.
Welp.
"I can agree to be in charge, if you all agree that you want me to be. Knowing and considering all the facts I have already said about myself." She says that in both Norwegian and Icelandic. First decision should probably be to delay the journey for a day until they at least make an attempt to find another person to be their captain.
Post by: Lallicat on December 09, 2020, 11:20:18 AM
"I can agree to be in charge, if you all agree that you want me to be. Knowing and considering all the facts I have already said about myself." She says that in both Norwegian and Icelandic. First decision should probably be to delay the journey for a day until they at least make an attempt to find another person to be their captain.
Astrid stops petting the cat and offers a shy smile to Saga.
:no: "That works for me! I'm sure you'll do great."
With the office quite packed by Leo's accounting, but with the door opened partially he is close enough to hear enough of what is being said, despite the din of the dockyards. He begins offering Dísa the play by play of what is being said inside, basically parroting what is being said inside, in Icelandic because that's the only language Leo is absolutely sure that Dísa can speak, concurrently he also dropped his feigned "bad" Icelandic.
:is: ".... the captain of the boat backed out and it doesn't sound like anyone inside knows how to pilot one. There's still an opportunity to back out and vanish since no one's seen your face."
The large woman manages to cross the room and approach the navigator without knocking anything or anyone else over.
With Marriane no longer blocking the slightly open door, Saga glances over and notices two pairs of feet standing still behind it.
:no: "Are we expecting more crew members? Because I think there are some more people outside."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 09, 2020, 11:33:14 AM
Crap... alright, so she made at least one person angry already, and two members of the expedition are clumsy. At best.
She takes a deep breath, considering what has been said.
The captain and her would have had to constantly consult with each other to decide on what to do. She never met the man and had no clue how he worked, or if he would even listen to her input. Seeing his character from how he quit the expedition, she is actually somewhat relieved she doesn't have to work with him.
She knows enough about the route and dangers ahead of them.
She has engineers and helmswomen whose input she will consider when making decisions.
Doc... made sense.
That, or she is insane.
Both? Probably not.
Welp.
"I can agree to be in charge, if you all agree that you want me to be. Knowing and considering all the facts I have already said about myself." She says that in both Norwegian and Icelandic. First decision should probably be to delay the journey for a day until they at least make an attempt to find another person to be their captain.
Harald nods. :no: "You're captain," he says declaratively. He stands, puts on his pack, and picks up his anvil. :no: "I will see you all at Dock Five," he says.
Anyone with particularly sharp eyes might notice the slightest of limps with his left leg as the big man leaves the office and makes his way to the dock.
Harald finds his way to Dock Five easily.
The ship is, honestly, slightly larger than he expected. It's nearly fifty meters from bow to stern. There's a single mast in the center of the deck with a square-rigged sail, currently furled, and a large cabin just ahead of it with glassed-in windows that looks to be the bridge. Near the rear of the vessel, a depth charge launcher has been set up on a rotating turret. Near the bow, the entrance to the lower deck is set in a forecastle. It has the traditional dragon figurehead on the bow.
Harald boards the vessel. Some of those watching could swear they see the ship tilt slightly as he walks on board and opens the door to the lower parts of the ship.
The ship is clean and well-maintained inside. The stairwell only leads to another bulkhead door, and opening it reveals the large storage hold. It's only half-full, but that half contains enough food to feed ten people for well over a year and plenty of spare parts, ammunition, and everything else an expedition might need. Harald quietly assesses everything as he walks through the hold, then head through another portholed door to find himself in a well-appointed, if slightly cramped, kitchen. Refrigerator, both microwave and traditional ovens, stovetop, sink, countertops and cabinets, all electric and all in the best of condition. The kitchen opens up into a sort of common area, with tables and chairs and a cabinet full of books and board games. In an alcove offset from the rest is a radio set with a stool bolted to the floor. Harald gives it an approving nod before moving on.
Past the kitchen is a corridor lined with doors, six to each side. The first three doors on each side open to show well-made, if relatively small, cabins. The fourth pair of doors show bathrooms in similar condition - toilet, sink, shower, and a mirrored cabinet. The remaining doors are more cabins.
Past the corridor, Harald finds a largely empty room that, judging from the few pieces of large machinery, seems to be intended to be a workshop of some kind. The big man sets his pack and his anvil down in one corner, and opens the door at the far end.
Harald looks at the engines, decides he has no metric for understanding how good they are beyond 'these things are big and make boat go vroom', and closes the hatch.
The ship clearly in good condition, Harald sets to securing his tools and setting up in the workshop.
Post by: Mirasol on December 09, 2020, 12:47:36 PM
With the office quite packed by Leo's accounting, but with the door opened partially he is close enough to hear enough of what is being said, despite the din of the dockyards. He begins offering Dísa the play by play of what is being said inside, basically parroting what is being said inside, in Icelandic because that's the only language Leo is absolutely sure that Dísa can speak, concurrently he also dropped his feigned "bad" Icelandic.
:is: ".... the captain of the boat backed out and it doesn't sound like anyone inside knows how to pilot one. There's still an opportunity to back out and vanish since no one's seen your face."
Dísa has already basically forgiven Leo for pretending to not speak Icelandic, since a) from what she sees the room inside is beyond stuffed with people she doesn´t know, and b) she doesn´t hear a lot but what she does hear is in Norwegian and she doesn´t understand a word. So the translating is much apprechiated.
":is: Oh, that doesn´t sound good... But it´s fine, I waited the last four years for an opportunity like this, I´m not leaving!"
As the people inside apparently decide on a new captain, the tall woman steps out of the doorway at last and Dísa can see in the room. There are other people who don´t look like super strong soldiers. That is a relief, she was scared she may be utterly unfit for the place they would be going. And a familiar face too, finally! Though calling Leif "familiar" may be an overstatement, as the only time she ever spoke to him was when he hired her. The nervous-looking woman next to him who does all the talking and is the new captain now according to Leo´s translation must be Saga. Leif mentioned she did lots of the organizing-part of the mission.
With Marriane no longer blocking the slightly open door, Saga glances over and notices two pairs of feet standing still behind it.
:no: "Are we expecting more crew members? Because I think there are some more people outside."
Oh, the red-haired woman seemed to have noticed them standing outside. She had been playing with a Grade B cat whose fur-color wasn´t really definable until now. She also speaks Norwegian, so who knows what she´s saying. But she seems to be smiling, so Dísa awkwardly smiles back and instinctively takes a step away from the door to be out of sight. The moment she does it she realizes that that is stupid, she wants to go here. But before she can go back the man with the anvil steps outside and walks towards Dock 5. Now there is significantly more space in the room.
She smiles at Leo. ":is: They saw us. I think that´s our cue to go in."
Post by: Solokov on December 09, 2020, 12:57:32 PM
Dísa has already basically forgiven Leo for pretending to not speak Icelandic, since a) from what she sees the room inside is beyond stuffed with people she doesn´t know, and b) they are speaking Norwegian and she doesn´t understand a word. So the translating is much apprechiated.
":is: Oh, that doesn´t sound good... But it´s fine, I waited the last four years for an opportunity like this, I´m not leaving!"
As the people inside apparently decide on a new captain, the tall woman steps out of the doorway at last and Dísa can see in the room. There are other people who don´t look like super strong soldiers. That is a relief, she was scared she may be utterly unfit for the place they would be going. And a familiar face too, finally! Though calling Leif "familiar" may be an overstatement, as the only time she ever spoke to him was when he hired her. The nervous-looking woman next to him who does all the talking and is the new captain now according to Leo´s translation must be Saga. Leif mentioned she did lots of the organizing-part of the mission.
Oh, the red-haired woman seemed to have noticed them standing outside. She had been playing with a Grade B cat whose fur-color wasn´t really definable until now. She also speaks Norwegian, so who knows what she´s saying. But she seems to be smiling, so Dísa awkwardly smiles back and instinctively takes a step away from the door to be out of sight. The moment she does it she realizes that that is stupid, she wants to go here. But before she can go back the man with the anvil steps outside and walks towards Dock 5. Now there is significantly more space in the room.
She smiles at Leo. ":is: They saw us. I think that´s our cue to go in."
:is: "I'll wait for the room to clear a bit more... too cramped for my tastes."
Leo didn't budge.
Post by: Mirasol on December 09, 2020, 01:05:48 PM
:is: "I'll wait for the room to clear a bit more... too cramped for my tastes."
Leo didn't budge.
Dísa wasn´t really sure what to do now.
":is: Uhm... ok. I think I´ll go inside now. Should I tell them you´re here if someone asks?"
Post by: Solokov on December 09, 2020, 01:11:28 PM
Dísa wasn´t really sure what to do now.
":is: Uhm... ok. I think I´ll go inside now. Should I tell them you´re here if someone asks?"
He shrugs. :is: "If someone asks let them know I'm here to report to work for Leif but it's too crowded in there."
Post by: Mirasol on December 09, 2020, 06:19:28 PM
He shrugs. :is: "If someone asks let them know I'm here to report to work for Leif but it's too crowded in there."
Alright then. Dísa takes a deep breath and confidently walks into the slightly chaotic meeting. The confidence lasts about to the point where she´s inside the room.
":is: Hello? Sorry to barge in like that, and sorry for being late, I had a little trouble finding the right place, and then there was some confusion over whether there was a queue or if we were supposed to just go in..." She should really stop talking... "Uhm, either way, my name is Dísa Ánnsdóttir, and I´m your mage. Nice to meet you all."
She turns to the woman that is maybe Saga. "So, from what I heard you are the captain? It´s an honor to work with you." She offers the woman her hand, not really sure what is the right way to greet a captain.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 09, 2020, 06:25:32 PM
"I can agree to be in charge, if you all agree that you want me to be. Knowing and considering all the facts I have already said about myself." She says that in both Norwegian and Icelandic. First decision should probably be to delay the journey for a day until they at least make an attempt to find another person to be their captain.
Well, shit.
No, Marianne does not agree, but it's not like she has anyone else in mind to nominate. Also, most if not all of these people are older and probably more experienced than her, so if no one else objects, she'll keep her mouth shut. And hey, maybe the nerd will grow into the role. It wouldn't be the first time.
Post by: Kitty on December 09, 2020, 06:36:15 PM
Nobody objected.
Panik.
:is: "Uh then, thank you for your trust then. Right. Nice to meet you all. Hello Marianne, hello Dísa, hello again, Oliver and Astrid. :no: You are doctor Nyman, right? Also nice to meet you. And you are..." she looks at the man standing by the door. :is: "Doctor Kalsea, I believe? Welcome to the expedition, I hope we have a nice journey and I will do what I can to make sure nobody dies." Was that a good speech? Probably. She correctly named each of the people here, and it was... fine. :is: "Due to the unexpected situation we have found ourselves in, we will wait one more day before we set out, so that Leif has a chance to find a competent captain, stat. If nobody suitable is found, we leave tomorrow morning. I would like to show you to the ship now, and have a few words with a few of you afterwards..." She repeats it in Norwegian.
Post by: Lallicat on December 09, 2020, 06:55:37 PM
Alright then. Dísa takes a deep breath and confidently walks into the slightly chaotic meeting. The confidence lasts about to the point where she´s inside the room.
":is: Hello? Sorry to barge in like that, and sorry for being late, I had a little trouble finding the right place, and then there was some confusion over whether there was a queue or if we were supposed to just go in..." She should really stop talking... "Uhm, either way, my name is Dísa Ánnsdóttir, and I´m your mage. Nice to meet you all."
She turns to the woman that is maybe Saga. "So, from what I heard you are the captain? It´s an honor to work with you." She offers the woman her hand, not really sure what is the right way to greet a captain.
Astrid takes in the new crewmember. She seem to be around the same age as her, and looks a bit nervous. She offers her a wave and a smile.
Oh gods.
Nobody objected.
Panik.
:is: "Uh then, thank you for your trust then. Right. Nice to meet you all. Hello Marianne, hello Dísa, hello again, Oliver and Astrid. :no: You are doctor Nyman, right? Also nice to meet you. And you are..." she looks at the man standing by the door. :is: "Doctor Kalsea, I believe? Welcome to the expedition, I hope we have a nice journey and I will do what I can to make sure nobody dies." Was that a good speech? Probably. She correctly named each of the people here, and it was... fine. :is: "Due to the unexpected situation we have found ourselves in, we will wait one more day before we set out, so that Leif has a chance to find a competent captain, stat. If nobody suitable is found, we leave tomorrow morning. I would like to show you to the ship now, and have a few words with a few of you afterwards..." She repeats it in Norwegian.
While Saga repeats herself in Norwegian, she walks over to Dísa and whispers, :is: "Aren't you excited for this? I've been counting down the days until we leave! What do you think we'll discover?" Realizing that this is a lot of questions, she stops speaking.
Post by: Solokov on December 09, 2020, 07:06:16 PM
Oh gods.
Nobody objected.
Panik.
:is: "Uh then, thank you for your trust then. Right. Nice to meet you all. Hello Marianne, hello Dísa, hello again, Oliver and Astrid. :no: You are doctor Nyman, right? Also nice to meet you. And you are..." she looks at the man standing by the door. :is: "Doctor Kalsea, I believe? Welcome to the expedition, I hope we have a nice journey and I will do what I can to make sure nobody dies." Was that a good speech? Probably. She correctly named each of the people here, and it was... fine. :is: "Due to the unexpected situation we have found ourselves in, we will wait one more day before we set out, so that Leif has a chance to find a competent captain, stat. If nobody suitable is found, we leave tomorrow morning. I would like to show you to the ship now, and have a few words with a few of you afterwards..." She repeats it in Norwegian.
Leo's head snaps up when he hears his name and he considers what was said and waits for Saga to finish... and then repeat herself before he speaks up.
:fi:"I am Leo Kalsea, yes. But I am not a doctor. I am a paramedic."
Post by: Mirasol on December 09, 2020, 07:09:19 PM
Oh gods.
Nobody objected.
Panik.
:is: "Uh then, thank you for your trust then. Right. Nice to meet you all. Hello Marianne, hello Dísa, hello again, Oliver and Astrid. :no: You are doctor Nyman, right? Also nice to meet you. And you are..." she looks at the man standing by the door. :is: "Doctor Kalsea, I believe? Welcome to the expedition, I hope we have a nice journey and I will do what I can to make sure nobody dies." Was that a good speech? Probably. She correctly named each of the people here, and it was... fine. :is: "Due to the unexpected situation we have found ourselves in, we will wait one more day before we set out, so that Leif has a chance to find a competent captain, stat. If nobody suitable is found, we leave tomorrow morning. I would like to show you to the ship now, and have a few words with a few of you afterwards..." She repeats it in Norwegian.
At this moment Dísa truly realized that she has done it. She has actually left home to see the world. And now she is here, and tomorrow she´ll set sail to the voyage into the unknown. Even on a boat! This mission is almost too good to be true. She has grown up riding all kinds of boats, mostly fishing boats, and has even learned fighting on a boat. The water is absolutely her element. A wave of excitement and happiness washes over her and she starts grinning like an idiot.
Wait. Did the captain-woman just say something about having a word with some of the crew-members? She sounded annoyed, was it about her being late??? Oh no, she didn´t tell anyone yet that Leo was still outside-
Astrid takes in the new crewmember. She seem to be around the same age as her, and looks a bit nervous. She offers her a wave and a smile.
While Saga repeats herself in Norwegian, she walks over to Dísa and whispers, :is: "Aren't you excited for this? I've been counting down the days until we leave! What do you think we'll discover?" Realizing that this was a lot of questions, she stopped speaking.
The woman who had smiled at her earlier was talking. She seemed maybe a little older than Dísa was. She pushes her slightly panicked thoughts away and whispers back, ":is: I can´t tell you how much! I think I haven´t slept in days!" She starts grinning again. "I... didn´t really think about what we may find, but I´m sure it´ll be awesome! You´re Astrid, right?"
Leo's head snaps up when he hears his name and he considers what was said and waits for Saga to finish... and then repeat herself before he speaks up.
:fi:"I am Leo Kalsea, yes. But I am not a doctor. I am a paramedic."
Looks like "Doctor Kalsea" is Leo´s full name. So Saga did see him. Dísa is glad that she worried for nothing.
Post by: Lallicat on December 09, 2020, 07:22:26 PM
The woman who had smiled at her earlier was talking. She seemed maybe a little older than Dísa was. She pushes her slightly panicked thoughts away and whispers back, ":is: I can´t tell you how much! I think I haven´t slept in days!" She starts grinning again. "I... didn´t really think about what we may find, but I´m sure it´ll be awesome! You´re Astrid, right?"
Astrid grins back. :is: "That's me! So how did you hear get hired for the expedition? I heard about it from a friend of mine and applied right away. Training cats is fun, but I'd rather go explore. My parents weren't too happy about that," she chuckles. "They want me to pick a job and stay with it for the rest of my life." She rolled her eyes. "Their ideal life for me sounds so boring." Astrid realises that she's rambling again. "Sorry, I talk too much. It's worse when I'm nervous."
Post by: Kitty on December 09, 2020, 07:34:51 PM
Leo's head snaps up when he hears his name and he considers what was said and waits for Saga to finish... and then repeat herself before he speaks up.
:fi:"I am Leo Kalsea, yes. But I am not a doctor. I am a paramedic."
Alright, Kalsea was not an Icelandic name, but Saga knows for a fact it also isn't Finnish. :no: "I don't speak Finnish" she says directly. "Please use your other language" she says.
Other people seem to be beginning to chat and relax, nobody has anything else to say...
"Let's head for the ship, then" she says in both Norwegian and Icelandic.
As she heads for the door, she is interrupted by Leif.
:is: "Uh, Saga, you're not really thinking of being the captain, are you?" he asks her.
She stares him down and replies quietly.
:is: "Get to work, Leif."
With that, she leads the group to the docks and their ship, clearly expecting and demanding to be followed.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 09, 2020, 11:30:01 PM
Oh gods.
Nobody objected.
Panik.
:is: "Uh then, thank you for your trust then. Right. Nice to meet you all. Hello Marianne, hello Dísa, hello again, Oliver and Astrid. :no: You are doctor Nyman, right? Also nice to meet you. And you are..." she looks at the man standing by the door. :is: "Doctor Kalsea, I believe? Welcome to the expedition, I hope we have a nice journey and I will do what I can to make sure nobody dies." Was that a good speech? Probably. She correctly named each of the people here, and it was... fine. :is: "Due to the unexpected situation we have found ourselves in, we will wait one more day before we set out, so that Leif has a chance to find a competent captain, stat. If nobody suitable is found, we leave tomorrow morning. I would like to show you to the ship now, and have a few words with a few of you afterwards..." She repeats it in Norwegian.
Marianne walks off halfway through the Norwegian version of the speech. She knows where Dock 5 is, and the sooner she boards the ship, the better her chances are of securing at least a semi-private place to sleep.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 09, 2020, 11:32:39 PM
Alright, Kalsea was not an Icelandic name, but Saga knows for a fact it also isn't Finnish. :no: "I don't speak Finnish" she says directly. "Please use your other language" she says.
Other people seem to be beginning to chat and relax, nobody has anything else to say...
"Let's head for the ship, then" she says in both Norwegian and Icelandic.
As she heads for the door, she is interrupted by Leif.
:is: "Uh, Saga, you're not really thinking of being the captain, are you?" he asks her.
She stares him down and replies quietly.
:is: "Get to work, Leif."
With that, she leads the group to the docks and their ship, clearly expecting and demanding to be followed.
Marianne walks off halfway through the Norwegian version of the speech. She knows where Dock 5 is, and the sooner she boards the ship, the better her chances are of securing at least a semi-private place to sleep.
As people draw closer, they start to hear the sound of metal striking metal repeatedly.
Post by: Solokov on December 10, 2020, 12:22:01 AM
Alright, Kalsea was not an Icelandic name, but Saga knows for a fact it also isn't Finnish. :no: "I don't speak Finnish" she says directly. "Please use your other language" she says.
Other people seem to be beginning to chat and relax, nobody has anything else to say...
"Let's head for the ship, then" she says in both Norwegian and Icelandic.
As she heads for the door, she is interrupted by Leif.
:is: "Uh, Saga, you're not really thinking of being the captain, are you?" he asks her.
She stares him down and replies quietly.
:is: "Get to work, Leif."
With that, she leads the group to the docks and their ship, clearly expecting and demanding to be followed.
Leo silently watches the group stalk off before entering the office and stepping up to the desk.
:fi: "Paramedic Leo Kalsea reporting." He sets a packet of documents down on the table, it looks to be a set of the the paperwork that was supposed to have been sent out to every member of the expedition detailing the work, as well as the releases of liability, profit shares, etc. It's in duplicate, one copy apparently having been translated into Finnish. Both are filled out and signed the same way, both by Leo, but also by a third party witness, and stamped with the seal of the Mora council office notary public. It appears that, at least based off the paperwork that his closest living relatives are a niece and nephew living adopted with a family in Iceland.
In the requests and considerations portion of the paperwork Leo has written in "request for first rights to examine and catalogue any weapons technologies discovered and recovered, particularly examples of pre-rash equipment."
He also produces his passport for inspection. It appears Leo's most recent port of entry stamp is Iceland and that he has followed all customs procedures.
He points at the spot for Leif to sign, :fi: "Need your signature here for this paperwork to be legal."
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 10:45:51 AM
As people draw closer, they start to hear the sound of metal striking metal repeatedly.
Saga almost allows herself to show visible concern. Harald probably isn't dismantling the ship.
Probably.
Still, she hurries it up a bit, boarding the ship, followed by the group.
:no: "Welcome aboard Leif's Ånd. Helmswomen Astrid and Marianne, that cabin ahead is the bridge. Please inspect if everything is up to your standards inside after I finish giving the tour" she says, before heading inside. She opens the door and enters the storage area. "The storage should have enough food to last us several journeys - just in case. We don't have a medical bay, but have packed medical equipment that Leif said you and doctor Kalsea recommended. Please check if you have everything, and if something is missing and not up to standard, immediately go back to Leif or me and report it." At this point, she speaks louder to be heard over whatever Harald was doing. "Here is the kitchen, common room, cabins, toilets. Astrid, please follow me to the engine and inspect it to see if it's all working properly."
With that, and hopefully followed by Astrid, Saga enters the last room before the engine to see what in the world was Harald up to.
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Leo silently watches the group stalk off before entering the office and stepping up to the desk.
:fi: "Paramedic Leo Kalsea reporting." He sets a packet of documents down on the table, it looks to be a set of the the paperwork that was supposed to have been sent out to every member of the expedition detailing the work, as well as the releases of liability, profit shares, etc. It's in duplicate, one copy apparently having been translated into Finnish. Both are filled out and signed the same way, both by Leo, but also by a third party witness, and stamped with the seal of the Mora council office notary public. It appears that, at least based off the paperwork that his closest living relatives are a niece and nephew living adopted with a family in Iceland.
In the requests and considerations portion of the paperwork Leo has written in "request for first rights to examine and catalogue any weapons technologies discovered and recovered, particularly examples of pre-rash equipment."
He also produces his passport for inspection. It appears Leo's most recent port of entry stamp is Iceland and that he has followed all customs procedures.
He points at the spot for Leif to sign, :fi: "Need your signature here for this paperwork to be legal."
Leif flips through the documents, very clearly not taking any writing equipment. He was not about to sign something he can only read half of. :is: "I don't understand Finnish, but judging from this and our previous correspondence, I assume you do speak Icelandic. I am not signing anything until you confirm what these papers are."
Post by: Solokov on December 10, 2020, 10:54:19 AM
Saga almost allows herself to show visible concern. Harald probably isn't dismantling the ship.
Probably.
Still, she hurries it up a bit, boarding the ship, followed by the group.
:no: "Welcome aboard Leif's Ånd. Helmswomen Astrid and Marianne, that cabin ahead is the bridge. Please inspect if everything is up to your standards inside after I finish giving the tour" she says, before heading inside. She opens the door and enters the storage area. "The storage should have enough food to last us several journeys - just in case. We don't have a medical bay, but have packed medical equipment that Leif said you and doctor Kalsea recommended. Please check if you have everything, and if something is missing and not up to standard, immediately go back to Leif or me and report it." At this point, she speaks louder to be heard over whatever Harald was doing. "Here is the kitchen, common room, cabins, toilets. Astrid, please follow me to the engine and inspect it to see if it's all working properly."
With that, and hopefully followed by Astrid, Saga enters the last room before the engine to see what in the world was Harald up to.
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Leif flips through the documents, very clearly not taking any writing equipment. He was not about to sign something he can only read half of. :is: "I don't understand Finnish, but judging from this and our previous correspondence, I assume you do speak Icelandic. I am not signing anything until you confirm what these papers are."
Leo sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and points at the paperwork in Finnish, and speaks slowly as though explaining to a child, that or someone ho isn't comfortable with the language and wants to make sure they are clear on the words, :is: "This," he then points to the original paperwork that Leif had sent him, "is translated, notarized, copy of this. Any contract dispute due to translation is paid out by council office in Mora, they did translation."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 10:59:36 AM
Saga almost allows herself to show visible concern. Harald probably isn't dismantling the ship.
Probably.
Still, she hurries it up a bit, boarding the ship, followed by the group.
:no: "Welcome aboard Leif's Ånd. Helmswomen Astrid and Marianne, that cabin ahead is the bridge. Please inspect if everything is up to your standards inside after I finish giving the tour" she says, before heading inside. She opens the door and enters the storage area. "The storage should have enough food to last us several journeys - just in case. We don't have a medical bay, but have packed medical equipment that Leif said you and doctor Kalsea recommended. Please check if you have everything, and if something is missing and not up to standard, immediately go back to Leif or me and report it." At this point, she speaks louder to be heard over whatever Harald was doing. "Here is the kitchen, common room, cabins, toilets. Astrid, please follow me to the engine and inspect it to see if it's all working properly."
With that, and hopefully followed by Astrid, Saga enters the last room before the engine to see what in the world was Harald up to.
Harald has somehow, in the ten minutes he's been out of sight, set up an entire smithy in the workshop, complete with forge, bellows, anvil, and every other conceivable tool. He's even managed to bolt his equipment to the floor.
The big man puts down his hammer as the door opens and a wave of heat from the forge smacks those standing in front of said door in the face. He inspects the barbed harpoon head on his anvil, nods, and drops it into a quenching bucket with a pair of tongs. After waiting for a bit, he retrieves it, and sets it in a basket with a half-dozen others, to be sharpened later. Another basket is full of arrowheads in a similar unsharpened state.
:no: "Can I help you?" he asks Saga. "Before you ask what I am doing: it occurred to me you might doubt whether or not I actually possessed the skill I stated." He shrugs. "That, and I doubt either the Scotsman or the sailors brought extra supplies for their personal weapons. I had the metal handy. And before you ask how: I am a very good blacksmith."
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 11:05:47 AM
Leo sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and points at the paperwork in Finnish, and speaks slowly as though explaining to a child, that or someone ho isn't comfortable with the language and wants to make sure they are clear on the words, :is: "This," he then points to the original paperwork that Leif had sent him, "is translated, notarized, copy of this. Any contract dispute due to translation is paid out by council office in Mora, they did translation."
Leif carefully reads through the papers in Icelandic, before taking out a pen and signing everything. :is: "You may catalogue the weaponry, but there may be some issues about who gets to keep which pieces of equipment" he says. "The Icelandic military provided some funds for this expedition in hopes of getting their hands onto Old World technology." Books and other items that were not weapons belonged to him, with him being contractually obligated to give the members appropriate payments, either in money or items they decide to keep. Cha-ching~ :sparkle:
"I can be a negotiator between you two in this dispute, but I cannot guarantee that you will get to keep all the objects - weapons - you pick up on your way. Unless you are also representing a different branch of military instead of just yourself. In that case, it is a dispute between the two of them, and out of both of our hands. Hurry along now, I have other things to do and Saga is already leading everyone to the ship."
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Harald has somehow, in the ten minutes he's been out of sight, set up an entire smithy in the workshop, complete with forge, bellows, anvil, and every other conceivable tool. He's even managed to bolt his equipment to the floor.
The big man puts down his hammer as the door opens and a wave of heat from the forge smacks those standing in front of said door in the face. He inspects the barbed harpoon head on his anvil, nods, and drops it into a quenching bucket with a pair of tongs. After waiting for a bit, he retrieves it, and sets it in a basket with a half-dozen others, to be sharpened later. Another basket is full of arrowheads in a similar unsharpened state.
:no: "Can I help you?" he asks Saga. "Before you ask what I am doing: it occurred to me you might doubt whether or not I actually possessed the skill I stated." He shrugs. "That, and I doubt either the Scotsman or the sailors brought extra supplies for their personal weapons. I had the metal handy. And before you ask how: I am a very good blacksmith."
Saga stares in vague horror. :no: "Uh, right. Can you- can you take a break from that? I would like to ask you a few questions."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 11:09:47 AM
Saga stares in vague horror. :no: "Uh, right. Can you- can you take a break from that? I would like to ask you a few questions."
Harald nods, and turns to the forge. Within a few short moments, the fire feeding the forge is extinguished. Harald turns back to Saga. :no: "Ask away."
Post by: Solokov on December 10, 2020, 11:27:34 AM
Leif carefully reads through the papers in Icelandic, before taking out a pen and signing everything. :is: "You may catalogue the weaponry, but there may be some issues about who gets to keep which pieces of equipment" he says. "The Icelandic military provided some funds for this expedition in hopes of getting their hands onto Old World technology." Books and other items that were not weapons belonged to him, with him being contractually obligated to give the members appropriate payments, either in money or items they decide to keep. Cha-ching~ :sparkle:
"I can be a negotiator between you two in this dispute, but I cannot guarantee that you will get to keep all the objects - weapons - you pick up on your way. Unless you are also representing a different branch of military instead of just yourself. In that case, it is a dispute between the two of them, and out of both of our hands. Hurry along now, I have other things to do and Saga is already leading everyone to the ship."
Leo nods, :is: "Only interested in small arms. Icelandic navy can keep things that are bigger."
He turns on his heel and quietly heads outside and to the docks to the ship following the numerical signs before reaching the ship a little after the rest of the group had arrived.
Post by: Mirasol on December 10, 2020, 11:28:45 AM
Astrid grins back. :is: "That's me! So how did you hear get hired for the expedition? I heard about it from a friend of mine and applied right away. Training cats is fun, but I'd rather go explore. My parents weren't too happy about that," she chuckles. "They want me to pick a job and stay with it for the rest of my life." She rolled her eyes. "Their ideal life for me sounds so boring." Astrid realises that she's rambling again. "Sorry, I talk too much. It's worse when I'm nervous."
Dísa already likes Astrid. They start following Saga to the dock.
":is: Oh, don´t worry, I tend to do that too. I found this job actually over my family, kinda. My parents have a fishing copany, and we have a store in Reykjavíc where I work sometimes. It has a really big window. We don´t need all of it to show our ware, so we rent a part of it to people who want to do advertisements. And Leif must have put the offer there, I read it. My parents didn´t think it was... great, but it´s not like fishing in the Silent World is a safe job either." She sigshs. "And they know that they kept me from doing the thing I actually wanted to do after I graduated at Seiður, so they didn´t want to take this away from me."
Saga almost allows herself to show visible concern. Harald probably isn't dismantling the ship.
Probably.
Still, she hurries it up a bit, boarding the ship, followed by the group.
:no: "Welcome aboard Leif's Ånd. Helmswomen Astrid and Marianne, that cabin ahead is the bridge. Please inspect if everything is up to your standards inside after I finish giving the tour" she says, before heading inside. She opens the door and enters the storage area. "The storage should have enough food to last us several journeys - just in case. We don't have a medical bay, but have packed medical equipment that Leif said you and doctor Kalsea recommended. Please check if you have everything, and if something is missing and not up to standard, immediately go back to Leif or me and report it." At this point, she speaks louder to be heard over whatever Harald was doing. "Here is the kitchen, common room, cabins, toilets. Astrid, please follow me to the engine and inspect it to see if it's all working properly."
With that, and hopefully followed by Astrid, Saga enters the last room before the engine to see what in the world was Harald up to.
It´s a big ship, a lot bigger than any of her families boats. Impressive. She has steered some smaller boats before, but nothing even coming close to this size. She doesn´t envy Marianne and Astrid that they have to do it. It´s also nice from the inside, though the metal sounds are a bit worrying. Even though she doesn´t know a thing about engines, she follows Saga and Astrid into the last room out of curiosity.
An entire forge surely wasn´t what she expected them to find. From the looks of it, neither did Saga.
Post by: Lallicat on December 10, 2020, 11:51:15 AM
Saga almost allows herself to show visible concern. Harald probably isn't dismantling the ship.
Probably.
Still, she hurries it up a bit, boarding the ship, followed by the group.
:no: "Welcome aboard Leif's Ånd. Helmswomen Astrid and Marianne, that cabin ahead is the bridge. Please inspect if everything is up to your standards inside after I finish giving the tour" she says, before heading inside. She opens the door and enters the storage area. "The storage should have enough food to last us several journeys - just in case. We don't have a medical bay, but have packed medical equipment that Leif said you and doctor Kalsea recommended. Please check if you have everything, and if something is missing and not up to standard, immediately go back to Leif or me and report it." At this point, she speaks louder to be heard over whatever Harald was doing. "Here is the kitchen, common room, cabins, toilets. Astrid, please follow me to the engine and inspect it to see if it's all working properly."
With that, and hopefully followed by Astrid, Saga enters the last room before the engine to see what in the world was Harald up to.
Harald has somehow, in the ten minutes he's been out of sight, set up an entire smithy in the workshop, complete with forge, bellows, anvil, and every other conceivable tool. He's even managed to bolt his equipment to the floor.
The big man puts down his hammer as the door opens and a wave of heat from the forge smacks those standing in front of said door in the face. He inspects the barbed harpoon head on his anvil, nods, and drops it into a quenching bucket with a pair of tongs. After waiting for a bit, he retrieves it, and sets it in a basket with a half-dozen others, to be sharpened later. Another basket is full of arrowheads in a similar unsharpened state.
:no: "Can I help you?" he asks Saga. "Before you ask what I am doing: it occurred to me you might doubt whether or not I actually possessed the skill I stated." He shrugs. "That, and I doubt either the Scotsman or the sailors brought extra supplies for their personal weapons. I had the metal handy. And before you ask how: I am a very good blacksmith."
Astrid stares at the basket of unsharpened harpoon and arrow heads in awe. How he had managed to do so much in so little time escaped her; he hadn't left that long ago. She turned to Saga, to see what she needed Astrid to do.
Dísa already likes Astrid. They start following Saga to the dock.
":is: Oh, don´t worry, I tend to do that too. I found this job actually over my family, kinda. My parents have a fishing copany, and we have a store in Reykjavíc where I work sometimes. It has a really big window. We don´t need all of it to show our ware, so we rent a part of it to people who want to do advertisements. And Leif must have put the offer there, I read it. My parents didn´t think it was... great, but it´s not like fishing in the Silent World is a safe job either." She sigshs. "And they know that they kept me from doing the thing I actually wanted to do after I graduated at Seiður, so they didn´t want to take this away from me."
It´s a big ship, a lot bigger than any of her families boats. Impressive. She has steered some smaller boats before, but nothing even coming close to this size. She doesn´t envy Marianne and Astrid that they have to do it. It´s also nice from the inside, though the metal sounds are a bit worrying. Even though she doesn´t know a thing about engines, she follows Saga and Astrid into the last room out of curiosity.
An entire forge surely wasn´t what she expected them to find. From the looks of it, neither did Saga.
When Dísa walked into the forge with them, Astrid grins. She's glad she's been able to make a friend.
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 12:01:08 PM
Astrid stares at the basket of unsharpened harpoon and arrow heads in awe. How he had managed to do so much in so little time escaped her; he hadn't left that long ago. She turned to Saga, to see what she needed Astrid to do.
When Dísa walked into the forge with them, Astrid grins. She's glad she's been able to make a friend.
:no: "Uh, go check if the engine is fully operational and all that, please. Full inspection. If there's something wrong, report it immediately. Check the solar panels on the deck, too" Saga tell her.
She clears her throat before turning back to Harald, who turned down the fires. :no: "So, uh, I have your passport here... but I don't see any stamps from crossing the borders. And the passport is clearly Finnish, which makes it all look somewhat... odd, to not say suspicious. Where did you get it? How did you cross the borders? Do you have any other identification on you?" she asks him.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 12:05:08 PM
:no: "Uh, go check if the engine is fully operational and all that, please. Full inspection. If there's something wrong, report it immediately. Check the solar panels on the deck, too" Saga tell her.
She clears her throat before turning back to Harald, who turned down the fires. :no: "So, uh, I have your passport here... but I don't see any stamps from crossing the borders. And the passport is clearly Finnish, which makes it all look somewhat... odd, to not say suspicious. Where did you get it? How did you cross the borders? Do you have any other identification on you?" she asks him.
Harald blinks. :no: "I was supposed to get it stamped? Hrm. That is odd. I took a ship to Denmark, and from there to Iceland. Nobody asked me to present documentation, they only asked where I was going."
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 12:08:18 PM
Harald blinks. :no: "I was supposed to get it stamped? Hrm. That is odd. I took a ship to Sweden, and from there to Iceland. Nobody asked me to present documentation, they only asked where I was going."
Saga stares at him with all color drained from her face. :no: "That's - that - oh no, no, no, that's - that's not how it's supposed to be done. Gods. You were quarantined for two weeks on the ship, right?" That one couldn't be avoided. Really. He's safe to be around, right? Oh gods. "I-in any case, do you have any other documentation, please?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 12:14:29 PM
Saga stares at him with all color drained from her face. :no: "That's - that - oh no, no, no, that's - that's not how it's supposed to be done. Gods. You were quarantined for two weeks on the ship, right?" That one couldn't be avoided. Really. He's safe to be around, right? Oh gods. "I-in any case, do you have any other documentation, please?"
:no: "Yes. I was detained for two weeks under quarantine. They gave me papers to that effect." Harald rummages through his pack some more, and extracts a sheaf of papers. "Is there anything else you need?"
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 12:19:15 PM
:no: "Yes. I was detained for two weeks under quarantine. They gave me papers to that effect." Harald rummages through his pack some more, and extracts a sheaf of papers. "Is there anything else you need?"
Saga quickly reads through the papers and exhales, clearly relieved. Alright, she now had more better evidence of Harald than his faulty passport. :no: "Yes, you and I need to talk to Leif. He needs to deal with the bureaucracy regarding your illegal border crossing." A few people will certainly get fired. Or, at the very least, demoted. "After that, you have to sign a contract with Leif regarding this expedition, and then you will definitely be a member of the crew. I can translate for you when we get to that... You don't speak Icelandic, right?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 12:20:12 PM
Saga quickly reads through the papers and exhales, clearly relieved. Alright, she now had more better evidence of Harald than his faulty passport. :no: "Yes, you and I need to talk to Leif. He needs to deal with the bureaucracy regarding your illegal border crossing." A few people will certainly get fired. Or, at the very least, demoted. "After that, you have to sign a contract with Leif regarding this expedition, and then you will definitely be a member of the crew. I can translate for you when we get to that... You don't speak Icelandic, right?"
:no: "Illegal..." Harald sighs deeply. "Very well. No, I do not speak Icelandic."
Post by: Solokov on December 10, 2020, 01:03:17 PM
Post by: Lallicat on December 10, 2020, 02:19:59 PM
:no: "Uh, go check if the engine is fully operational and all that, please. Full inspection. If there's something wrong, report it immediately. Check the solar panels on the deck, too" Saga tell her.
Astrid walks over to inspect the engine. She pokes around a bit, but doesn't find anything too problematic, it looks operational and well maintained. The solar panels on deck look fine as well but they are a bit grimy, so she wipes them off with her sleeves. She bounds back down to the forge to report to Saga.
:no: "Everything looks fine Captain. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
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Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 10, 2020, 05:29:19 PM
Harald nods. :no: "You're captain," he says declaratively. He stands, puts on his pack, and picks up his anvil. :no: "I will see you all at Dock Five," he says.
Anyone with particularly sharp eyes might notice the slightest of limps with his left leg as the big man leaves the office and makes his way to the dock.
At the proclamation from Harald, Doc lets himself sigh in relief.
His journey over to Dock five is... slower than most. He gets easily distracted by some large fish that are being brought in for market, wanting to dissect them, and only forces himself to speed up at the last minute.
Hurrying onto the ship, he's impressed by the amount of space for each crewmember- he sticks his baggage in the nearest empty room, then hurries to look around, attempting to act like he never fell behind in the first place. Doc? Late? Never.
After poking through the storage, and looking at some of the medical equipment, he catches up with the group in time to catch Saga and Harald having a conversation about... paperwork... in the forge. He looks around at the area, interested in the equipment but too cautious to touch anything just yet- he's a biologist, not an engineer. Or a blacksmith.
Post by: Kitty on December 10, 2020, 06:27:49 PM
:no: "Illegal..." Harald sighs deeply. "Very well. No, I do not speak Icelandic."
:no: "No, no, don't worry. Someone messed up on the way. Leif will deal with this easily. I just have to speak to a few other people before we go and see him, alright?" He is a competent blacksmith. And has proper papers... kinda. And wants to come along. They'll deal with this.
Astrid walks over to inspect the engine. She pokes around a bit, but doesn't find anything too problematic, it looks operational and well maintained. The solar panels on deck look fine as well but they are a bit grimy, so she wipes them off with her sleeves. She bounds back down to the forge to report to Saga.
:no: "Everything looks fine Captain. Is there anything else you need me to do?"Spoiler: show
Saga turns to Astrid and gives her a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, I will need to know how fast does the engine recharge on solar power... I would prefer if we went at a speed that allows us to have enough power to make an escape, if it ever comes to that. See if you can work out some numbers with Marianne, it will be important to know when I go speak with Oliver."
Uhh... What next... She turns to the woman next to her.
:is: "Dísa. The mage, right? We have a few buckets of paint on board, check if it's enough. If it's not, go get as many as you need to paint some protective runes on all decks, and some extra paint to renew them in case something happens. There should be a few brushes in the storage" she says.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 10, 2020, 06:37:15 PM
:no: "No, no, don't worry. Someone messed up on the way. Leif will deal with this easily. I just have to speak to a few other people before we go and see him, alright?" He is a competent blacksmith. And has proper papers... kinda. And wants to come along. They'll deal with this.
Saga turns to Astrid and gives her a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, I will need to know how fast does the engine recharge on solar power... I would prefer if we went at a speed that allows us to have enough power to make an escape, if it ever comes to that. See if you can work out some numbers with Marianne, it will be important to know when I go speak with Oliver."
Uhh... What next... She turns to the woman next to her.
:is: "Dísa. The mage, right? We have a few buckets of paint on board, check if it's enough. If it's not, go get as many as you need to paint some protective runes on all decks, and some extra paint to renew them in case something happens. There should be a few brushes in the storage" she says.
Harald nods and waits patiently, keeping half an eye on the scene in front of him.
Post by: Lallicat on December 10, 2020, 07:33:19 PM
:no: "No, no, don't worry. Someone messed up on the way. Leif will deal with this easily. I just have to speak to a few other people before we go and see him, alright?" He is a competent blacksmith. And has proper papers... kinda. And wants to come along. They'll deal with this.
Saga turns to Astrid and gives her a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, I will need to know how fast does the engine recharge on solar power... I would prefer if we went at a speed that allows us to have enough power to make an escape, if it ever comes to that. See if you can work out some numbers with Marianne, it will be important to know when I go speak with Oliver."
Uhh... What next... She turns to the woman next to her.
:is: "Dísa. The mage, right? We have a few buckets of paint on board, check if it's enough. If it's not, go get as many as you need to paint some protective runes on all decks, and some extra paint to renew them in case something happens. There should be a few brushes in the storage" she says.
It takes Astrid a while to find Marianne. :no: "There you are! You're Marianne, right? The other engineer? The captain needs us to calculate how fast the engine can charge on solar power, can you help with that?"
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 10, 2020, 09:34:32 PM
It takes Astrid a while to find Marianne. :no: "There you are! You're Marianne, right? The other engineer? The captain needs us to calculate how fast the engine can charge on solar power, can you help with that?"
:no: "Yeah, that's me, but I'm not an engineer. I just steer and kill things. Who are you?"
Post by: Lallicat on December 11, 2020, 09:12:20 AM
Having already claimed the cabin furthest from the godawful racket the blacksmith was making, Marianne is on her way to inspect the bridge when the woman with the side braid addresses her.
:no: "Yeah, that's me, but I'm not an engineer. I just steer and kill things. Who are you?"
:no: "I'm Astrid Nilsen, engineer for the ship and a cat trainer if the need arises for that." Astrid holds out her hand. :no: "Nice to, ah, officially meet you." She gives Marianne a grin.
Post by: Mirasol on December 11, 2020, 11:13:48 AM
:no: "No, no, don't worry. Someone messed up on the way. Leif will deal with this easily. I just have to speak to a few other people before we go and see him, alright?" He is a competent blacksmith. And has proper papers... kinda. And wants to come along. They'll deal with this.
Saga turns to Astrid and gives her a friendly smile. :no: "Yes, I will need to know how fast does the engine recharge on solar power... I would prefer if we went at a speed that allows us to have enough power to make an escape, if it ever comes to that. See if you can work out some numbers with Marianne, it will be important to know when I go speak with Oliver."
Dísa watches the show for a little while longer, even after Astrid has already left to... probably inspect the engine or something and come back. They have been speaking in Norwegian, so she only somewhat caught the gist of what was going on. Some problem with the blacksmith´s (Harald?) passport, probably. But Saga seems to be done now.
Uhh... What next... She turns to the woman next to her.
:is: "Dísa. The mage, right? We have a few buckets of paint on board, check if it's enough. If it's not, go get as many as you need to paint some protective runes on all decks, and some extra paint to renew them in case something happens. There should be a few brushes in the storage" she says.
":is: Yes, that´s me. Am I the only mage on the crew? And the paint is somewhere in the storage-room too, right?"
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 11:26:51 AM
":is: Yes, that´s me. Am I the only mage on the crew? And the paint is somewhere in the storage-room too, right?"
:is: "I'm afraid so, nobody else applied..." And they had to wait for an application, too. The Council politely informed Leif and her that if they set sail without a mage on board, they will send no rescue missions, no matter how close or far from home they are.
Not that they would send one if they get stuck in Mediterranean, but still.
And the response was particularly rude, since Saga isn't so stupid to leave into the Silent World without someone who can see, sense or deal with bad stuff in a bit more effective way than a handgun.
"The paint is in the storage room, yes. I will need your divination skills, too... but that can wait for a bit." Oliver, Oliver, wherefore art thou, Oliver... Wait, no, wherefore means 'why'.
:no: "Also, it's not that I mind you setting up the whole forge in here, under deck, right next to the sleeping cabins," it was the only place to set up, really. "But please check if the ventilation system is right. I'd prefer we didn't choke and die from smoke of all things" she absentmindedly tells Harald. "I'll come back for you soon."
With that, she leaves to find Oliver.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 11, 2020, 11:32:07 AM
:is: "I'm afraid so, nobody else applied..." And they had to wait for an application, too. The Council politely informed Leif and her that if they set sail without a mage on board, they will send no rescue missions, no matter how close or far from home they are.
Not that they would send one if they get stuck in Mediterranean, but still.
And the response was particularly rude, since Saga isn't so stupid to leave into the Silent World without someone who can see, sense or deal with bad stuff in a bit more effective way than a handgun.
"The paint is in the storage room, yes. I will need your divination skills, too... but that can wait for a bit." Oliver, Oliver, wherefore art thou, Oliver... Wait, no, wherefore means 'why'.
:no: "Also, it's not that I mind you setting up the whole forge in here, under deck, right next to the sleeping cabins," it was the only place to set up, really. "But please check if the ventilation system is right. I'd prefer we didn't choke and die from smoke of all things" she absentmindedly tells Harald. "I'll come back for you soon."
With that, she leaves to find Oliver.
Harald looks at Saga's back, then up at the vents in the ceiling that had already been installed.
Really, did she think him an idiot?
Hrm.
:no: "We should have some considerable time before we depart, yes?" he asks Doc, who is the closest person.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 11:36:45 AM
:is: "I'm afraid so, nobody else applied..." And they had to wait for an application, too. The Council politely informed Leif and her that if they set sail without a mage on board, they will send no rescue missions, no matter how close or far from home they are.
Not that they would send one if they get stuck in Mediterranean, but still.
And the response was particularly rude, since Saga isn't so stupid to leave into the Silent World without someone who can see, sense or deal with bad stuff in a bit more effective way than a handgun.
"The paint is in the storage room, yes. I will need your divination skills, too... but that can wait for a bit." Oliver, Oliver, wherefore art thou, Oliver... Wait, no, wherefore means 'why'.
:no: "Also, it's not that I mind you setting up the whole forge in here, under deck, right next to the sleeping cabins," it was the only place to set up, really. "But please check if the ventilation system is right. I'd prefer we didn't choke and die from smoke of all things" she absentmindedly tells Harald. "I'll come back for you soon."
With that, she leaves to find Oliver.
At that moment, Oliver was climbing the mast, to get a look at the harbour from above.
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 11:44:59 AM
At that moment, Oliver was climbing the mast, to get a look at the harbour from above.
Wait, no, wherefore was right.
After the initial shock of seeing him up on the mast, Saga quickly calms down. It's a mast, it's solid and strong. It can't snap in half from one idiot. And he is climbing it reasonably confidently, so it was clear it to her that he did this before.
At least she now knows who to send up there if she needs a lookout on the open sea.
:is: "Oliver! Please come down, I have a question for you" she shouts from below.
Post by: Solokov on December 11, 2020, 11:49:43 AM
Everything is neat, orderly and in its place as he stuffs his spare set of clothing into the small closet the cabin has.
After some contemplation he decides some more personal supplies might be worth getting and he shoulders his pack again and stalks out of the room and up onto deck to head down the gangplank and into town to do some mid-morning shopping. Though he pauses some at the gangplank, watching the interaction between Saga and Oliver a moment.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 11:51:41 AM
Having not found him below the deck, Saga goes outside...
Wait, no, wherefore was right.
After the initial shock of seeing him up on the mast, Saga quickly calms down. It's a mast, it's solid and strong. It can't snap in half from one idiot. And he is climbing it reasonably confidently, so it was clear it to her that he did this before.
At least she now knows who to send up there if she needs a lookout on the open sea.
:is: "Oliver! Please come down, I have a question for you" she shouts from below.
Oliver slides down the mast like it's a fireman's pole, lands with a confident thud and asks :is: "What's the question?"
Post by: Mirasol on December 11, 2020, 12:10:32 PM
:is: "I'm afraid so, nobody else applied..." And they had to wait for an application, too. The Council politely informed Leif and her that if they set sail without a mage on board, they will send no rescue missions, no matter how close or far from home they are.
Not that they would send one if they get stuck in Mediterranean, but still.
And the response was particularly rude, since Saga isn't so stupid to leave into the Silent World without someone who can see, sense or deal with bad stuff in a bit more effective way than a handgun.
"The paint is in the storage room, yes. I will need your divination skills, too... but that can wait for a bit." Oliver, Oliver, wherefore art thou, Oliver... Wait, no, wherefore means 'why'.
:no: "Also, it's not that I mind you setting up the whole forge in here, under deck, right next to the sleeping cabins," it was the only place to set up, really. "But please check if the ventilation system is right. I'd prefer we didn't choke and die from smoke of all things" she absentmindedly tells Harald. "I'll come back for you soon."
With that, she leaves to find Oliver.
":is: Oh. Oh well, I suppose it is a really dangerous trip. Uh, just tell me when you need me."
She was kinda hoping to have someone to hang out with in her dreamspace apart from her Fylgia, but well, you couldn´t have everything. Onto painting runes, now! Before she leaves, she quickly smiles at Harald pointing to his halfway finished Harpoons.
":is: These are looking amazing, you´re really good at this."
At that moment Dísa realizes he probably doesn´t speak Icelandic, or Saga wouldn´t have adressed him in Norwegian. Oh well, too late. She just smiles again and hopes she got the point across. She also smiles at the medic with the sweather who is peeking in the room and then leaves.
While walking out she starts considering painting a noise-blocking-rune on the door to the forge should there be left-over paint. The room is dangerously close to the sleeping-cabins, and from what she saw, the one the furthest away from it is already taken. Getting some sleep before venturing into the death zone would be good.
She leaves her luggage in the common area for now, especially carefully putting down the guitar. It´s a bit warm already, she shouldn´t have brought it into the forge. But there is time to worry about that later. She gets her rune-book out of the backpack. She has drawn the safety-runes a million times before on her family´s boats, but this time she really doesn´t want to get anything wrong.
Some black paint and brushes are standing right at the front of the storage room. It is really good one actually, waterproof, drying fast and ideal for wooden or metal surfaces. But it´s not a lot, she´ll definitly need to get more for the rest of the trip.
Oliver slides down the mast like it's a fireman's pole, lands with a confident thud and asks :is: "What's the question?"
Dísa reaches the deck right in time to watch the scout´s bold slide off of the mast. Woah, either he grew up on a boat or he´s really crazy. She turns her attention back to painting a huge protection-rune in the middle of the deck. She just hopes noone steps on it before it´s dry.
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 12:18:59 PM
Oliver slides down the mast like it's a fireman's pole, lands with a confident thud and asks :is: "What's the question?"
Saga steps back as he lands, ready to give him space or call for help. But he's uninjured. :is: "Right. Uh. Do you know anything about the Scottish pirates? Their routes, their speed, likeliness they would attack us?" she asks. "I have some concerns about the Northern Sea. Is it safe to try and sail between England and Ireland?" She steps a bit to the side when Dísa begins to do her magic arts and crafts.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 12:35:18 PM
Saga steps back as he lands, ready to give him space or call for help. But he's uninjured. :is: "Right. Uh. Do you know anything about the Scottish pirates? Their routes, their speed, likeliness they would attack us?" she asks. "I have some concerns about the Northern Sea. Is it safe to try and sail between England and Ireland?" She steps a bit to the side when Dísa begins to do her magic arts and crafts.
"Of course. I know some of them personally." He smiles as mentions it, anticipating Saga's reaction. "They won't attack us, we're clearly both too small and going the wrong way to be a supply ship. Sailing through the Irish sea should be safe, if rather rough, we haven't had any lethviathans in there for ages, I think they prefer the open ocean, although I did see some pretty big beasts that had gotten themselves beached when I went to the Isle of Mann. But overall, the north sea and the Irish sea, then the English channel seems like the best bet, but I know nothing beyond that. I literally learned that there even was anything beyond that and the french coast less than an hour ago."
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 12:49:31 PM
"Of course. I know some of them personally." He smiles as mentions it, anticipating Saga's reaction. "They won't attack us, we're clearly both too small and going the wrong way to be a supply ship. Sailing through the Irish sea should be safe, we haven't had any leviathans in there for ages, I think they prefer the open ocean, although I did see some pretty big beasts that had gotten themselves beached when I went to the Isle of Mann. But overall, the north sea and the Irish sea, then the English channel seems like the best bet, but I know nothing beyond that. I literally learned that there even was anything beyond that less than an hour ago."
Uhh... No, the man just learned Icelandic. He probably misunderstood some words. She carefully listens to his recollection of the areas.
Alright, so, Northern Sea was safe from the questionable, concerning and vague activities she heard about the general area of Germany and Poland. They will head to the south through it, then, making a wide circle around England, if necessary. Possibly stopping in Amsterdam, Edinburgh and London, if their mage and scout agree it's reasonably safe to enter them. On their way back, they could go through the Irish Sea, the Isle of Mann that Oliver mentioned, and possibly Belfast and Dublin. And Liverpool, maybe. It's also on the sea, if she remembers correctly.
Great.
:is: "Good, thank you."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 11, 2020, 03:11:32 PM
Harald looks at Saga's back, then up at the vents in the ceiling that had already been installed.
Really, did she think him an idiot?
Hrm.
:no: "We should have some considerable time before we depart, yes?" he asks Doc, who is the closest person.
:no: "...wha?" Doc, who was zoning out and thinking about his work, comes back to consciousness. "Ah, I believe so? What do you mean by considerable time? I think we have the rest of today?"
He scratches at his chin. "Mmm. If we have the rest of today, actually..." Maybe he should poke around the storage, make sure all of the medical supplies are in order.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 11, 2020, 05:02:08 PM
:no: "I'm Astrid Nilsen, engineer for the ship and a cat trainer if the need arises for that." Astrid holds out her hand. :no: "Nice to, ah, officially meet you." She gives Marianne a grin.:no: "Likewise."
Marianne shakes the offered hand and belatedly remembers to smile back.
:no: "Did the, uh, captain not give you the ship's specs?"
Of course she didn't. That would be too sensible.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 11, 2020, 05:21:07 PM
":is: Oh. Oh well, I suppose it is a really dangerous trip. Uh, just tell me when you need me."
She was kinda hoping to have someone to hang out with in her dreamspace apart from her Fylgia, but well, you couldn´t have everything. Onto painting runes, now! Before she leaves, she quickly smiles at Harald pointing to his halfway finished Harpoons.
":is: These are looking amazing, you´re really good at this."
At that moment Dísa realizes he probably doesn´t speak Icelandic, or Saga wouldn´t have adressed him in Norwegian. Oh well, too late. She just smiles again and hopes she got the point across. She also smiles at the medic with the sweather who is peeking in the room and then leaves.
While walking out she starts considering painting a noise-blocking-rune on the door to the forge should there be left-over paint. The room is dangerously close to the sleeping-cabins, and from what she saw, the one the furthest away from it is already taken. Getting some sleep before venturing into the death zone would be good.
She leaves her luggage in the common area for now, especially carefully putting down the guitar. It´s a bit warm already, she shouldn´t have brought it into the forge. But there is time to worry about that later. She gets her rune-book out of the backpack. She has drawn the safety-runes a million times before on her family´s boats, but this time she really doesn´t want to get anything wrong.
Some black paint and brushes are standing right at the front of the storage room. It is really good one actually, waterproof, drying fast and ideal for wooden or metal surfaces. But it´s not a lot, she´ll definitly need to get more for the rest of the trip.
Dísa reaches the deck right in time to watch the scout´s bold slide off of the mast. Woah, either he grew up on a boat or he´s really crazy. She turns her attention back to painting a huge protection-rune in the middle of the deck. She just hopes noone steps on it before it´s dry.
Harald looks up from where he's standing in the forge at the same moment the rune is finished. He hums slightly.
:no: "...wha?" Doc, who was zoning out and thinking about his work, comes back to consciousness. "Ah, I believe so? What do you mean by considerable time? I think we have the rest of today?"
He scratches at his chin. "Mmm. If we have the rest of today, actually..." Maybe he should poke around the storage, make sure all of the medical supplies are in order.
:no: "That is workable. My thanks."
:no: "Likewise."
Marianne shakes the offered hand and belatedly remembers to smile back.
:no: "Did the, uh, captain not give you the ship's specs?"
Of course she didn't. That would be too sensible.
Harald tilts his head at the sound of conversation drifting from the common room. He moves towards the engine room. Now, where had that cabinet been...ah. There. He finds a thick booklet and plucks it out of the plastic-fronted drawers it's kept in, before heading to the common room and tapping Astrid on the shoulder.
Post by: Solokov on December 11, 2020, 06:06:13 PM
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 06:14:39 PM
Uhh... No, the man just learned Icelandic. He probably misunderstood some words. She carefully listens to his recollection of the areas.
Alright, so, Northern Sea was safe from the questionable, concerning and vague activities she heard about the general area of Germany and Poland. They will head to the south through it, then, making a wide circle around England, if necessary. Possibly stopping in Amsterdam, Edinburgh and London, if their mage and scout agree it's reasonably safe to enter them. On their way back, they could go through the Irish Sea, the Isle of Mann that Oliver mentioned, and possibly Belfast and Dublin. And Liverpool, maybe. It's also on the sea, if she remembers correctly.
Great.
:is: "Good, thank you."
"If we're not leaving yet, and so we can explore the town, can you explain to me what "money" is? The baker kept saying that and "Kronur" when I offered various things to swap for a pastry. I assume it's something to do with these things that I found" He takes a few coins from a pocket "because the baker seemed happier when I eventually gave him these. They don't seem very useful, so why does he want them? Are they magic or something weird and high tech?"
Post by: Lallicat on December 11, 2020, 06:18:51 PM
Harald tilts his head at the sound of conversation drifting from the common room. He moves towards the engine room. Now, where had that cabinet been...ah. There. He finds a thick booklet and plucks it out of the plastic-fronted drawers it's kept in, before heading to the common room and tapping Astrid on the shoulder.
Someone taps Astrid on the shoulder, and she turns around to face the blacksmith. I don't think I know his name. She realised. The fact that she had to strain her neck to look him in the eyes is a little off putting as well.
:no: "Ah, hello. Do you need something Mr..."
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 06:27:53 PM
"If we're not leaving yet, and so we can explore the town, can you explain to me what "money" is? The baker kept saying that and "Kronur" when I offered various things to swap for a pastry. I assume it's something to do with these things that I found" He takes a few coins from a pocket "because the baker seemed happier when I eventually gave him these. They don't seem very useful, so why does he want them? Are they magic or something weird and high tech?"
Oh gods. :is: "The coins are money. Money is an universal medium of exchange for goods and services in the Known World. Instead of trading items that may or may not have worth to the baker, you exchange money, which has a determined value known and accepted by all. The items like pastries will have prices on them, and you'll have to pay the amount of money written on the price to get the item" she carefully explains, wondering if Oliver can read. Wondering if he can read numbers.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 07:02:51 PM
Oh gods. :is: "The coins are money. Money is an universal medium of exchange for goods and services in the Known World. Instead of trading items that may or may not have worth to the baker, you exchange money, which has a determined value known and accepted by all. The items like pastries will have prices on them, and you'll have to pay the amount of money written on the price to get the item" she carefully explains, wondering if Oliver can read. Wondering if he can read numbers.
"So they're just shiny metal disks? Boring. But the same thing isn't worth the same amount to everyone. I still think our system is better, each person ends up with what they want without any faffing around."
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 07:06:11 PM
"So they're just shiny metal disks? Boring. But the same thing isn't worth the same amount to everyone. I still think our system is better, each person ends up with what they want without any faffing around."
:is: "Just because the store sets its price, it doesn't mean you can't go to another store if you dislike it. Alternatively, in places where the price isn't set, you can attempt haggling" Saga explains.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 11, 2020, 07:08:18 PM
Someone taps Astrid on the shoulder, and she turns around to face the blacksmith. I don't think I know his name. She realised. The fact that she had to strain her neck to look him in the eyes is a little off putting as well.
:no: "Ah, hello. Do you need something Mr..."
:no: "Harald. Harald Heikki. I believe this might help. It's the ship's manual," he says, handing her the book. :no: "I saw it while I was making sure the planners of this journey had not procured a glorified scrapheap of a vessel in a misguided attempt to pinch pennies. Thankfully, they did not."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 07:36:49 PM
:is: "Just because the store sets its price, it doesn't mean you can't go to another store if you dislike it. Alternatively, in places where the price isn't set, you can attempt haggling" Saga explains.
:is: "Makes sense, just seems less flexible." :eng: "These crazy Icelanders, what will they think up next? Soon she'll be telling me that you have to swap these discs for essentials rather than them being centrally issued."
Post by: Kitty on December 11, 2020, 07:42:41 PM
:is: "Makes sense, just seems less flexible." :eng: "These crazy Icelanders, what will they think up next? Soon she'll be telling me that you have to swap these discs for essentials rather than them being centrally issued."
:gb: "...Yes. Yes, you do. Although there are people who can not work to get money, and then government gives them money to support themselves." She spoke very slowly and carefully, minding the pronunciation of every word, but ultimately failing to say it all as it was supposed to be said. "It is more flexible than trade because when trading, you might not have items that the person you wish to trade with needs."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 11, 2020, 07:49:20 PM
:gb: "...Yes. Yes, you do. Although there are people who can not work to get money, and then government gives them money to support themselves." She spoke very slowly and carefully, minding the pronunciation of every word, but ultimately failing to say it all as it was supposed to be said. "It is more flexible than trade because when trading, you might not have items that the person you wish to trade with needs."
:eng: "Bloody hell!" his words carry a mild sense of pleasant surprise "You can speak English?"
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 11, 2020, 08:49:59 PM
Perfect time for another nap.
He jumps up onto another pile of books, and settles down.
Post by: Kitty on December 12, 2020, 03:24:15 AM
:eng: "Bloody hell!" his words carry a mild sense of pleasant surprise "You can speak English?"
:gb: "Yes" she says. :is: "Not perfectly, but I try." She should get Harald and take him to Leif next. The crew was doing inspections and packing... Does anyone need anything? Dísa seems to be painting a rune, she saw Leo go to the land... Marianne and Astrid probably found each other, Oliver is not doing much, but his job begins in Silent World anyway...
THE CAT.
And the other doctor.
But mostly the cat.
-----
All the long-legs left, and didn't pay him any attention. They obviously don't need him.
Perfect time for another nap.
He jumps up onto another pile of books, and settles down.
Leif stares at the sleeping cat, a welcome distraction from paperwork and his desperate search for a new captain. "Why are you here?!"
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 12, 2020, 03:41:13 AM
:no: "Harald. Harald Heikki. I believe this might help. It's the ship's manual," he says, handing her the book. :no: "I saw it while I was making sure the planners of this journey had not procured a glorified scrapheap of a vessel in a misguided attempt to pinch pennies. Thankfully, they did not."
Great. Problem solved.
:no: "Thanks. If you don't need anything else, Engineer, I'll just..."
A loud conversation about ventilation breaks out in an adjacent room. Astrid is still staring at Harald. It looks like she wants to say something to him. Marianne lowers her voice.
:no: ..."quietly back away while you ignore me..."
A noisy skiff zooms past and Marianne slips out the door. It's amazing how often that works.
Right. One more day here before I leave for the new job. I wonder who's hungry?
Post by: Mirasol on December 12, 2020, 08:44:41 AM
:gb: "Yes" she says. :is: "Not perfectly, but I try." She should get Harald and take him to Leif next. The crew was doing inspections and packing... Does anyone need anything? Dísa seems to be painting a rune, she saw Leo go to the land... Marianne and Astrid probably found each other, Oliver is not doing much, but his job begins in Silent World anyway...
THE CAT.
And the other doctor.
But mostly the cat.
-----
Leif stares at the sleeping cat, a welcome distraction from paperwork and his desperate search for a new captain. "Why are you here?!"
After the giant rune on the top-deck is finally done (it´s for making trolls and beasts avoid their ship), she moves on to painting smaller ones on every door that leads inside the ship she can find to keep the trolls from opening them. She should maybe ask Saga for a blueprint of the ship´s layout so she doesn´t forget anything.
Unfortunately there are no runes that will keep trolls from breaching the ship, only those who may keep them at a distance. She paints them on any spot she deems weak in case of an attack.
When all that is still missing are the silencing runes around the ships engine (and maybe on the door to the forge, though she´ll have to modifie it since the one she has only works on trolls and beasts) the paint is empty. Alright, a lot more is necessary if they want to make it through the trip.
She starts looking for Saga. She finds her nervously running to the dock.
"Hey Saga!", she shouts over to her. "I´m out of paint! What money should I buy new one from?!
Post by: Lallicat on December 12, 2020, 01:36:51 PM
:no: "Harald. Harald Heikki. I believe this might help. It's the ship's manual," he says, handing her the book. :no: "I saw it while I was making sure the planners of this journey had not procured a glorified scrapheap of a vessel in a misguided attempt to pinch pennies. Thankfully, they did not."
:no: "Thank you! That's going to be really helpful!" She flipped through the until she found what she was looking for. She looks up at Harald. :no: "Thank you again, that saved me a lot of time." She turns and dashes off to tell Saga.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 12, 2020, 06:28:41 PM
Leif stares at the sleeping cat, a welcome distraction from paperwork and his desperate search for a new captain. "Why are you here?!"
Svenny snores slightly. One of his ears twitches when the sound of maybe being addressed wafts in his direction. He doesn't care, he's asleep, and it wasn't angry. Continues to snore.
Post by: Kitty on December 12, 2020, 06:44:54 PM
After the giant rune on the top-deck is finally done (it´s for making trolls and beasts avoid their ship), she moves on to painting smaller ones on every door that leads inside the ship she can find to keep the trolls from opening them. She should maybe ask Saga for a blueprint of the ship´s layout so she doesn´t forget anything.
Unfortunately there are no runes that will keep trolls from breaching the ship, only those who may keep them at a distance. She paints them on any spot she deems weak in case of an attack.
When all that is still missing are the silencing runes around the ships engine (and maybe on the door to the forge, though she´ll have to modifie it since the one she has only works on trolls and beasts) the paint is empty. Alright, a lot more is necessary if they want to make it through the trip.
She starts looking for Saga. She finds her nervously running to the dock.
"Hey Saga!", she shouts over to her. "I´m out of paint! What money should I buy new one from?!
:is: "Uh..." Eh, why not? "Go ask Leif for some cash if you don't want to use yours. Harald and I will be going to him in a moment, you can come along" Saga mercilessly says. This counts as payback for the terrible introduction he gave her. And for the crappy commander he picked originally.
---
Svenny snores slightly. One of his ears twitches when the sound of maybe being addressed wafts in his direction. He doesn't care, he's asleep, and it wasn't angry. Continues to snore.
Leif pokes the cat. :is: "Oy. Dock 5. Get going."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 12, 2020, 06:55:10 PM
:is: "Uh..." Eh, why not? "Go ask Leif for some cash if you don't want to use yours. Harald and I will be going to him in a moment, you can come along" Saga mercilessly says. This counts as payback for the terrible introduction he gave her. And for the crappy commander he picked originally.
---
Leif pokes the cat. :is: "Oy. Dock 5. Get going."
Oliver pipes up with :is: "Oh, yes, I need to see him as well. I think I might have a solution to his problems with my paperwork.", despite having wandered out of what most would have considered earshot from Saga.
Post by: Mirasol on December 12, 2020, 06:59:38 PM
:is: "Uh..." Eh, why not? "Go ask Leif for some cash if you don't want to use yours. Harald and I will be going to him in a moment, you can come along" Saga mercilessly says. This counts as payback for the terrible introduction he gave her. And for the crappy commander he picked originally.
---
Leif pokes the cat. :is: "Oy. Dock 5. Get going."
":is: Alright, wait for me, I´m coming!"
Before going over she waves at Astrid who is running on deck with a manual in her hand.
"Are you looking for Saga too? Because she´s over there!" She points down to the dock.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 12, 2020, 10:16:36 PM
":is: Alright, wait for me, I´m coming!"
Before going over she waves at Astrid who is running on deck with a manual in her hand.
"Are you looking for Saga too? Because she´s over there!" She points down to the dock.
Harald heads out onto deck just in time to hear Astrid. He mutters something in Finnish, and starts following Saga.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 13, 2020, 02:03:04 AM
Already, her efforts have not gone unnoticed. A dozen spectators have appeared, watching and clamoring for her to finish.
Marianne fills the bowls, returns the bag to the shed, and calls, "KITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTY!!!"
Cats converge on the scene from all directions, emerging from out of the woods, from under buildings, off rooftops.
Marianne sits cross-legged on the ground to watch them eat.
"Hey, guys. So, most of you know I got a job that will take me away for a few months. Well, that starts tomorrow."
A big orange tom looks up at her from his bowl like he's listening.
"Like I told you, the other volunteers will keep you fed. And Dr. Habersberger will still try and keep up with the spays and neuters."
A white kitten bites her in the arm.
"Ow! Yes, he'll still pull bad teeth too. Especially if you do that, you little shit..."
She uses her hand to gently wrestle with the kitten for a few moments as more cats finish eating and approach her.
"What's that?" she asks a feisty tortoiseshell who always looks like she disapproves of something. "You think I should go back and talk to my new crewmates? duck that. I'm spending my last few hours of freedom with you..."
She pulls a bottle of vodka out of her pocket.
"...and this."
Just then, an orange tabby kitten Marianne doesn't recognize runs straight up to her, mewing loudly all the way. Not satisfied with being petted, the little one leaps onto her sleeve, climbs her arm to her shoulder, and YELLS in her ear.
"Odin's balls, cat! That is not how we behave!"
Marianne plucks the little miscreant off her and deposits it in a group of other kittens who are happily eating. She's just started to turn away when the other kittens stop as one and either run away or hiss. The largest leaps at the orange one and Marianne gets several scratches breaking up what clearly wasn't a play fight.
Marianne offers the orange kitten to various cats she knows were recently pregnant, and a few who weren't.
"Is this yours?"
Rejection at every turn.
Shit.
"All right, little guy," she says as she tucks the kitten into a pocket. "I guess you're mine."
Post by: Kitty on December 13, 2020, 07:25:43 AM
:no: "Thank you! That's going to be really helpful!" She flipped through the until she found what she was looking for. "There it is! The ship's engines take an hour and a half to recharge completely if empty." She looks up at Harald. :no: "Thank you again, that saved me a lot of time." She turns and dashes off to tell Saga.Spoiler: show
Spoiler: show
Saga stays behind for a few more moments to discuss it with Astrid.
:no: "Right. I don't really understand the manual. How fast can we travel to keep the battery about half-full? If it's recharging? Check it for cloudy days, although from what I know about Mediterranean climate, those might be less common in summer... And check how fast we can travel at nighttime to make the batteries last until the sun is out..." she says. "The days will become longer as we travel south, by the by. I'll get back to you when the math is done, alright? I have to get to Leif real quick. If you need anything and speak Icelandic, ask him."
She hurries up to catch up with Dísa, Harald and Oliver.
When they arrive, they see Leif is doing some papers, since he gave up on the cat sleeping on books. He looks up to see the full committee and sighs.
:is: "What did I do?"
:is: "Uh." Biggest issues first, Saga decides. "Harald got into Iceland without a border check."
"He WHAT?! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO DO THAT?!"
"Nobody checked his passport when he crossed the borders to get to Sweden and to Iceland."
"HOW?!"
"I don't know! He said he just told them where he was going and nobody did any checks."
"Was he in quarantine, at least?!"
Saga immediately puts Harald's papers confirming the quarantine on the table.
Leif visibly relaxes and drops his head on the table, letting out a whine.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 13, 2020, 01:17:58 PM
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Saga stays behind for a few more moments to discuss it with Astrid.
:no: "Right. I don't really understand the manual. How fast can we travel to keep the battery about half-full? If it's recharging? Check it for cloudy days, although from what I know about Mediterranean climate, those might be less common in summer... And check how fast we can travel at nighttime to make the batteries last until the sun is out..." she says. "The days will become longer as we travel south, by the by. I'll get back to you when the math is done, alright? I have to get to Leif real quick. If you need anything and speak Icelandic, ask him."
She hurries up to catch up with Dísa, Harald and Oliver.
When they arrive, they see Leif is doing some papers, since he gave up on the cat sleeping on books. He looks up to see the full committee and sighs.
:is: "What did I do?"
:is: "Uh." Biggest issues first, Saga decides. "Harald got into Iceland without a border check."
"He WHAT?! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO DO THAT?!"
"Nobody checked his passport when he crossed the borders to get to Sweden and to Iceland."
"HOW?!"
"I don't know! He said he just told them where he was going and nobody did any checks."
"Was he in quarantine, at least?!"
Saga immediately puts Harald's papers confirming the quarantine on the table.
Leif visibly relaxes and drops his head on the table, letting out a whine.
Harald winces at the shouting. At least this one isn't coming along. He doubted he'd get any rest.
Post by: Mirasol on December 13, 2020, 01:37:39 PM
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Saga stays behind for a few more moments to discuss it with Astrid.
:no: "Right. I don't really understand the manual. How fast can we travel to keep the battery about half-full? If it's recharging? Check it for cloudy days, although from what I know about Mediterranean climate, those might be less common in summer... And check how fast we can travel at nighttime to make the batteries last until the sun is out..." she says. "The days will become longer as we travel south, by the by. I'll get back to you when the math is done, alright? I have to get to Leif real quick. If you need anything and speak Icelandic, ask him."
She hurries up to catch up with Dísa, Harald and Oliver.
When they arrive, they see Leif is doing some papers, since he gave up on the cat sleeping on books. He looks up to see the full committee and sighs.
:is: "What did I do?"
:is: "Uh." Biggest issues first, Saga decides. "Harald got into Iceland without a border check."
"He WHAT?! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO DO THAT?!"
"Nobody checked his passport when he crossed the borders to get to Sweden and to Iceland."
"HOW?!"
"I don't know! He said he just told them where he was going and nobody did any checks."
"Was he in quarantine, at least?!"
Saga immediately puts Harald's papers confirming the quarantine on the table.
Leif visibly relaxes and drops his head on the table, letting out a whine.
After Leif´s head isn´t coming back up and neither Saga, Harald nor Oliver seem to be interested in stating another problem at the moment, Dísa decides this to be the right time to adress her issue.
":is: So, uhm, another problem." Maybe she shouldn´t scare Leif more than necessary. "Don´t worry, no paperwork this time! I just need to paint protection runes on the ship and the paint you provided is out. It was really good paint, but a lot of the spaces where runes need to be are prone to the weather, so I need to be able to redo them if necessary. And well, the paint didn´t even last to all the ones we need in the first place. So... yeah, I need to buy more. A lot more."
She decides not to directly state the implied "and you need to pay for it" for now, as Leif already looks like he will burst into tears at the next obstacle.
Post by: Kitty on December 13, 2020, 02:05:13 PM
Harald winces at the shouting. At least this one isn't coming along. He doubted he'd get any rest.
After Leif´s head isn´t coming back up and neither Saga, Harald nor Oliver seem to be interested in stating another problem at the moment, Dísa decides this to be the right time to adress her issue.
":is: So, uhm, another problem." Maybe she shouldn´t scare Leif more than necessary. "Don´t worry, no paperwork this time! I just need to paint protection runes on the ship and the paint you provided is out. It was really good paint, but a lot of the spaces where runes need to be are prone to the weather, so I need to be able to redo them if necessary. And well, the paint didn´t even last to all the ones we need in the first place. So... yeah, I need to buy more. A lot more."
She decides not to directly state the implied "and you need to pay for it" for now, as Leif already looks like he will burst into tears at the next obstacle.
Leif looks up at her while still being flopped over the table. :is: "Oh. Cash. If that's all..." He takes out his wallet and takes out his identifying documents. "Try not to spend everything. The shop selling it is to the north, just ask around, it's the only one in Höfn." It didn't look like this was the first time he was just giving his wallet away. He points at Oliver. "And you?" he asks.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 13, 2020, 02:13:56 PM
Leif looks up at her while still being flopped over the table. :is: "Oh. Cash. If that's all..." He takes out his wallet and takes out his identifying documents. "Try not to spend everything. The shop selling it is to the north, just ask around, it's the only one in Höfn." It didn't look like this was the first time he was just giving his wallet away. He points at Oliver. "And you?" he asks.
In a silghtly joking tone, Oliver says :is: "Rejoice, for I bring solutions and not problems! I've worked out that since we're not leaving until tommorow, James and Sara will actually get here a few hours before we set off, so I'll be able to say goodbye and he can help you with my paperwork!"[size=78%] [/size]
Post by: Ragnarok on December 13, 2020, 02:19:16 PM
Post by: Kitty on December 13, 2020, 02:30:56 PM
In a silghtly joking tone, Oliver says :is: "Rejoice, for I bring solutions and not problems! I've worked out that since we're not leaving until tommorow, James and Sara will actually get here a few hours before we set off, so I'll be able to say goodbye and he can help you with my paperwork!"
Leif knocks on the wood at that. He straightens up and leans back in his chair.
Harald waits for a moment for the Icelandic to stop, then quietly leans towards Saga. :no: "Is my presence still needed, or am I allowed to see if I can pick up some necessary materials?" he asks softly.
:no: "Just a moment, please" Saga says.
Leif considers the situation for a bit. :is: "Alright so obviously, reporting the mistake made. I need his full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, basically everything where he could have left a paper trail. I'm tempted to ask to keep his faulty passport..."
"That is very illegal" Saga states.
"You don't say." He taps at the quarantine papers. "I'll copy these, and I need a copy of his passport, too."
She nods. :no: "So, Harald. Full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, anything else you might want to share that would help us find you and correct the mistake?"
Post by: Mirasol on December 13, 2020, 02:52:33 PM
Leif looks up at her while still being flopped over the table. :is: "Oh. Cash. If that's all..." He takes out his wallet and takes out his identifying documents. "Try not to spend everything. The shop selling it is to the north, just ask around, it's the only one in Höfn." It didn't look like this was the first time he was just giving his wallet away. He points at Oliver. "And you?" he asks.
":is: Th-thank you?" is all Dísa gets out in her irritation that this man just handed her, a basically complete stranger, his entire wallet without even looking up. And it´s pretty full too. She isn´t sure whether she should feel honored for Leif´s trust or worried for his sense of self-preservation.
Leif knocks on the wood at that. He straightens up and leans back in his chair.
:no: "Just a moment, please" Saga says.
Leif considers the situation for a bit. :is: "Alright so obviously, reporting the mistake made. I need his full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, basically everything where he could have left a paper trail. I'm tempted to ask to keep his faulty passport..."
"That is very illegal" Saga states.
"You don't say." He taps at the quarantine papers. "I'll copy these, and I need a copy of his passport, too."
She nods. :no: "So, Harald. Full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, anything else you might want to share that would help us find you and correct the mistake?"
As now everyone seems to be busy with the two others´ problems, she slowly backs away.
":is: Y-yeah, that would be all then... I´ll just... go to that store now."
Once she´s outside, she stops and looks more closely at what her boss has just entrusted her with. It´s a lot. Really a lot. She has been living on pretty tight money herself over the past few years, as her family´s company has been struggling pretty badly financially, so this feels like carrying around her entire bank-account in cash.
She looks around. None of her crewmembers seems to be close by, so guess she´ll go alone.
Ok, north. With extreme anxiety to loose this little fortune on the way, Dísa starts walking.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 13, 2020, 03:56:54 PM
Leif knocks on the wood at that. He straightens up and leans back in his chair.
:no: "Just a moment, please" Saga says.
Leif considers the situation for a bit. :is: "Alright so obviously, reporting the mistake made. I need his full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, basically everything where he could have left a paper trail. I'm tempted to ask to keep his faulty passport..."
"That is very illegal" Saga states.
"You don't say." He taps at the quarantine papers. "I'll copy these, and I need a copy of his passport, too."
She nods. :no: "So, Harald. Full name, place of origin, nationality, current location, date of birth, occupation, education, anything else you might want to share that would help us find you and correct the mistake?"
:no: "Harald Hiekki: H-I-E-K-K-I. I'm from Ontojärvi, but was born in Otanmäki, fifth of June, Year 92. Blacksmith, finished my mastery sixteen years ago. We didn't have much schooling." Harald pauses, considering. "The ship I took to Denmark was the :fi:Swift Oar, while the one I took from there to Iceland was called :dk: Pillar of Autumn. Beyond that, I do not think I can be of much help."
Post by: Kitty on December 13, 2020, 04:05:55 PM
:no: "Harald Hiekki: H-I-E-K-K-I. I'm from Ontojärvi, but was born in Otanmäki, fifth of June, Year one hundred and two. Blacksmith, finished my mastery sixteen years ago. We didn't have much schooling." Harald pauses, considering. "The ship I took to Denmark was the :fl:Swift Oar, while the one I took from there to Iceland was called :den: Pillar of Autumn. Beyond that, I do not think I can be of much help."
Saga translates for him as Leif writes everything down. :is: "Any contacts who could confirm his identity?" he asks. Saga repeats the question for him.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 13, 2020, 04:23:31 PM
Saga translates for him as Leif writes everything down. :is: "Any contacts who could confirm his identity?" he asks. Saga repeats the question for him.
Harald considers. :no: "Kyösti Virtanen's stationed up near Ontojärvi, I think he's a captain by now. Finnish military. He's known me for two decades. There's Ontojarvi's mayor, Leo Koskinen. I left a few journeymen to keep the work steady there...Jukka Kohenen, Liisa Hotakainen, Juhahi Järvinen. Not many others."
Post by: Kitty on December 13, 2020, 04:29:57 PM
Harald considers. :no: "Kyösti Virtanen's stationed up near Ontojärvi, I think he's a captain by now. Finnish military. He's known me since I was a child. There's Ontojarvi's mayor, Leo Koskinen. I left a few journeymen to keep the work steady there...Jukka Kohenen, Liisa Hotakainen, Juhahi Järvinen. Not many others."
:no: "Right" she says. With Harald's help, she tells Leif how to spell those names. The rest is up to him.
:is: "Tell him to give me his passport, I will copy it and return the original to him tomorrow before you leave. Along with the quarantine papers" he says.
Saga translates.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 13, 2020, 07:22:00 PM
Leif pokes the cat. :is: "Oy. Dock 5. Get going."Svenny opens an eye to look at the long-legs poking him. It's the pathetic one who's a walk over. He stretches, gets up, turns around, and lays back down again; all curled up.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 13, 2020, 07:25:50 PM
:no: "Right" she says. With Harald's help, she tells Leif how to spell those names. The rest is up to him.
:is: "Tell him to give me his passport, I will copy it and return the original to him tomorrow before you leave. Along with the quarantine papers" he says.
Saga translates.
Svenny opens an eye to look at the long-legs poking him. It's the pathetic one who's a walk over. He stretches, gets up, turns around, and lays back down again; all curled up.
Harald tosses Leif the passport, then walks over and picks up the lazy cat, letting it flop across his shoulders. :no: "I will be back shortly," he says calmly, before heading out the door and into the streets.
It takes Marianne half an hour to walk from Dock 5 to her destination. Upon arrival, she enters a small shed, then emerges with several small plastic bowls, which she places haphazardly on the ground a few feet from one another. Another trip into the shed produces a large bag of something that rattles and smells vaguely like meat.
Already, her efforts have not gone unnoticed. A dozen spectators have appeared, watching and clamoring for her to finish.
Marianne fills the bowls, returns the bag to the shed, and calls, "KITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTYKITTY!!!"
Cats converge on the scene from all directions, emerging from out of the woods, from under buildings, off rooftops.
Marianne sits cross-legged on the ground to watch them eat.
"Hey, guys. So, most of you know I got a job that will take me away for a few months. Well, that starts tomorrow."
A big orange tom looks up at her from his bowl like he's listening.
"Like I told you, the other volunteers will keep you fed. And Dr. Habersberger will still try and keep up with the spays and neuters."
A kitten bites her in the arm.
"Ow! Yes, he'll still pull bad teeth too. Especially if you do that, you little shit..."
She uses her hand to gently wrestle with the kitten for a few moments as more cats finish eating and approach her.
"What's that?" she asks a feisty tortoiseshell who always looks like she disapproves of something. "You think I should go back and talk to my new crewmates? duck that. I'm spending my last few hours of freedom with you..."
She pulls a bottle of vodka out of her pocket.
"...and this."
Just then, an orange tabby kitten Marianne doesn't recognize runs straight up to her, mewing loudly all the way. Not satisfied with being petted, the little one leaps onto her sleeve, climbs her arm to her shoulder, and YELLS in her ear.
"Odin's balls, cat! That is not how we behave!"
Marianne plucks the little miscreant off her and deposits it in a group of other kittens who are happily eating. She's just started to turn away when the other kittens stop as one and either run away or hiss. The largest leaps at the orange one and Marianne gets several scratches breaking up what clearly wasn't a play fight.
Marianne offers the orange kitten to various cats she knows were recently pregnant, and a few who weren't.
"Is this yours?"
Rejection at every turn.
Shit.
"All right, little guy," she says as she tucks the kitten into a pocket. "I guess you're mine."
Harald heads for the warehousing district. Raw material in sufficient quantities for what he intended was usually difficult to pick up outside of such areas.
His eyes narrow as he picks up the sound of a vast number of cats. He heads towards the source of the noise.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 13, 2020, 07:38:58 PM
Harald tosses Leif the passport, then walks over and picks up the lazy cat, letting it flop across his shoulders. :no: "I will be back shortly," he says calmly, before heading out the door and into the streets.Aaah, free transport to wherever. This is the large male with a big presence, must know what he's doing.
Harald heads for the warehousing district. Raw material in sufficient quantities for what he intended was usually difficult to pick up outside of such areas.
His eyes narrow as he picks up the sound of a vast number of cats. He heads towards the source of the noise.
Svenny seems to be happy being worn as a scarf, until the clowder is close. He pricks up his ears, and now warily perches on a shoulder. Such a large gathering will be boisterous, which is not to Svenny's taste. Seeing so many come into view, he hunkers down on his perch, not wanting to be harassed to play with the others.
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Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 14, 2020, 01:55:56 AM
Harald heads for the warehousing district. Raw material in sufficient quantities for what he intended was usually difficult to pick up outside of such areas.
His eyes narrow as he picks up the sound of a vast number of cats. He heads towards the source of the noise.
The cats sense an intruder well before Marianne does. Heads are raised, ears twitch, and eyes gaze toward the alleyway. Then there's a mass exodus, over half of the crowd scattering back where they came from.
Marianne considers leaving too, then decides against it. She's been volunteering here for months. She has a right to spend a final day with her furry friends. Whoever this is will probably go away pretty soon anyway.
She figures it's another volunteer, probably a newbie, or a kid playing hooky from school to explore. She's completely surprised to see the blacksmith from her new crew, now wearing a nervous-looking cat as a scarf.
Her spring to her feet, surprisingly swift and agile compared to her usual movements, scares off many of the remaining cats.
"What the HELL! Did you FOLLOW me?!"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 14, 2020, 08:34:18 AM
The cats sense an intruder well before Marianne does. Heads are raised, ears twitch, and eyes gaze toward the alleyway. Then there's a mass exodus, over half of the crowd scattering back where they came from.
Marianne considers leaving too, then decides against it. She's been volunteering here for months. She has a right to spend a final day with her furry friends. Whoever this is will probably go away pretty soon anyway.
She figures it's another volunteer, probably a newbie, or a kid playing hooky from school to explore. She's completely surprised to see the blacksmith from her new crew, now wearing a nervous-looking cat as a scarf.
Her spring to her feet, surprisingly swift and agile compared to her usual movements, scares off many of the remaining cats.
"What the HELL! Did you FOLLOW me?!"
Harald blinks. :no: "No. I was intending to pick up some supplies, heard the sound, and became curious. I can leave, if you would prefer that, but would appreciate an explanation."
Post by: Solokov on December 14, 2020, 11:52:31 AM
Briefly he considers checking out the disturbance, but he doesn't hear screaming and gunfire (yet), and none of the cats appear to be alerted to anything too dangerous, so he takes this as a good sign and resumes his wander into the shopping district of Höfn.
Post by: Lallicat on December 14, 2020, 02:10:39 PM
:no: "Captain! I have the statistics for the ship! Our absolute top speed is 32 knots. If we go at 18 normally, we should be good on power. Speed for nighttime or extremely cloudy weather should be 10, and every now and then we'll have to make a landing to get some firewood for Harald's forge."
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Post by: Kitty on December 14, 2020, 02:40:08 PM
Astrid finds Saga at the back at the office with Leif.
:no: "Captain! I have the statistics for the ship! Our absolute top speed is 32 knots. If we go at 18 normally, we should be good on power. Speed for nighttime or extremely cloudy weather should be 10, and every now and then we'll have to make a landing to get some firewood for Harald's forge."Spoiler: show
:no: "Ah, lovely. Thank you, Astrid" Saga says, turning to her. "If everything is good and proper, you can take the rest of the day off. Make sure you're fully packed and have everything you need to work."
Leif gets up and leaves the office to go and make some copies of Harald's passport and papers.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 14, 2020, 02:49:36 PM
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Having delivered his message to Leif, Oliver returns to the ship and climbs back up the mast. As he tries to get a more detailed look across the town, he spots a group of cats swarming around a person, following them down the street. He can't see all of the cats, but there's easily a dozen. :eng: "By Lugh's hands, that's one crazy cat lady"
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Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 14, 2020, 06:01:58 PM
Harald blinks. :no: "No. I was intending to pick up some supplies, heard the sound, and became curious. I can leave, if you would prefer that, but would appreciate an explanation."For duck sake, Haugen, are you going to piss off the entire crew before you even leave?
:no: "Oh. Uh. Sorry. I was just feeding them. They're ferals."
Wait a minute. He heard the sound? The loudest thing since that fight half an hour ago was me talking.
"You must have really good hearing."
Suspiciously good for someone who bangs on metal all day and totally wasn't following me. Still, I should at least try to be nice until he proves he doesn't deserve it.
Marianne moves her hand from the hilt of her knife to the bottle.
"Want a drink?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 14, 2020, 06:33:23 PM
For duck sake, Haugen, are you going to piss off the entire crew before you even leave?
:no: "Oh. Uh. Sorry. I was just feeding them. They're ferals."
Wait a minute. He heard the sound? The loudest thing since that fight half an hour ago was me talking.
"You must have really good hearing."
Suspiciously good for someone who bangs on metal all day and totally wasn't following me. Still, I should at least try to be nice until he proves he doesn't deserve it.
Marianne moves her hand from the hilt of her knife to the bottle.
"Want a drink?"
:no: "No, thank you," Harald says pleasantly. "I rarely drink this early, and nothing has gone horribly wrong enough to justify the times when I do." He pauses. "I don't think I ever got your name."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 15, 2020, 12:47:39 AM
:no: "No, thank you," Harald says pleasantly. "I rarely drink this early, and nothing has gone horribly wrong enough to justify the times when I do." He pauses. "I don't think I ever got your name.":no: "Marianne Haugen, Specialist--"
Dammit. Really? Twice in one day?
"--FORMER Specialist First Class. I steer and kill things."
That's it. Keep it cool. Don't be a jerk, but don't act like some silly cat girl either.
The orange kitten chooses that moment to stick its head out of her pocket for a very long and loud hello.
Post by: Mirasol on December 15, 2020, 01:52:25 PM
":is: Th-thank you?" is all Dísa gets out in her irritation that this man just handed her, a basically complete stranger, his entire wallet without even looking up. And it´s pretty full too. She isn´t sure whether she should feel honored for Leif´s trust or worried for his sense of self-preservation.
As now everyone seems to be busy with the two others´ problems, she slowly backs away.
":is: Y-yeah, that would be all then... I´ll just... go to that store now."
Once she´s outside, she stops and looks more closely at what her boss has just entrusted her with. It´s a lot. Really a lot. She has been living on pretty tight money herself over the past few years, as her family´s company has been struggling pretty badly financially, so this feels like carrying around her entire bank-account in cash.
She looks around. None of her crewmembers seems to be close by, so guess she´ll go alone.
Ok, north. With extreme anxiety to loose this little fortune on the way, Dísa starts walking.
The closer she gets to the shop, the more she gets the feeling that the place seems vaguely familiar. Which isn´t all too surprising, considering that she used to live in about an hour walking-distance from Höfn when she was a kid. And If it really was the only paint-store in town, or the entire area, the odds were pretty high she had been here before.
The salesperson inside is an older man, maybe in his early sixties. He also seems somewhat familiar, but Dísa doesn´t ask in case she´s wrong.
The shop is pretty small, so finding the right brand of paint is rather easy. It´s always good to keep the medium for all the runes on a ship the same, they are easier to koordinate and strengthen at once if needed like that. Even if that means buying the most expensive paint that shop is selling.
"Hello sir, I´d like to buy... six cans of this black paint here."
Six cans of that size seems reasonable. It takes three to paint runes on two smaller boats, and runes usually have to be redone every half year. Like this the Leif's Ånd would be good for at least a year... Should they be away that long. Always better to be prepared.
The salesman doesn´t look up from the notebook he´s writing in, he just pulls the can Dísa has handed him closer to look at the brand and gets up to get her order. He charges her the price before mixing the paint.
":is: I already pity that poor room that´ll have to be in this color...", the man sais and chuckles.
Dísa jokingly picks up two random other cans. ":is: You´re right, maybe I should paint my runes in this nice mixture of... "Lavender" and "Turquoise", I´m sure the trolls will appreciate that."
He laughs. "Should´ve told me it´s for magic, kid."
"So you charge me twice the price for the same paint?"
He finally looks up. "Is that a new strategy the big cities came up with to take advantage of people trying to survive?"
Dísa shrugs, then nods.
"Nah, I won´t do that.", sais the man. "Paint is paint, I don´t care what you do with it."
He concentratedly stares at Dísa through his glasses. "Do I know you?"
"Maybe? I used to live in the area... a really long time ago."
"Where?" "Dilksnes" "No way, I´ve lived there my whole life. Who´re your parents?" "Ánn Míasson and-" "Say no more, I know him. We used to be friends, actually. I´m Gilmar, remember me?" "Oh. Yes, actually." Look at that. One of her dad´s old drinking buddies.
"Then you´re Ánn´s little one... Dísa? Or has he got more kids now?" "That´s me. No, still an only child."
He shook his head. "Can´t believe it... Last time I saw you you were... this size?" He mimics the size of his counter. He goes back to putting the next can of paint into the mixing-machine. "So Vala didn´t stay the last mage of your line anyway... How´d she take that?"
"Alright I guess... She´s still in charge of the mage-department in the company."
"Speaking of which. Please tell me Ánn´s finally come to sense and moves back here. I told him going to the capital was a bad idea. You´re gone for a few years and what do I see in the newspaper? Your flippin´ ship sank. Did I tell you or did I tell you? It´s better to stay small. Less risky."
"The ship didn´t sink in Reykjavík. And it´s been going great until then." "... So you´re saying you´re not coming back." "No." "Then what´re you doing here?" "I´m hired for a mission! As a mage!" Dísa can´t help but sound excited.
"Joined the military, huh?" "No... it´s privately funded." "Where to?" "The Mediterraneans." "Where?" "South. Really far south." "... in summer." "Yes."
Gilmar is done mixing the last can. He slams it on the counter and smiles. "Well then, it was nice knowing you. Should you against my better knowledge live to tell the tale, greet your parents from me."
"Hey... I do expect to come back..."
"If you do, I´ll give you 80% survivor-discount for life, and that´s a word." He looks at the quite huge pile of paint-cans on the counter. "Maybe for now, I´ll just let you borrow my wheelbarrow, or do you plan on carrying all of these at once?"
"Oh I... didn´t think of that."
He nods knowingly. "It´s behind the house, just bring it back later. Take it as a goodbye-gift, I usually let no one touch my supplies. But do bring it back. Have fun with the monsters."
"Thank you... I guess? Goodbye Gilmar, it was nice meeting you again."
He nods and smiles.
***
Dísa decides to drop off the paint first. She finds the ship almost empty, just Oliver is sitting on the mast again, watching something downtown with huge interest.
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Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 15, 2020, 03:03:38 PM
Dísa decides to drop off the paint first. She finds the ship almost empty, just Oliver is sitting on the mast again, watching something downtown with huge interest.Spoiler: show
Oliver looks away from the group of cats to see the mage walking back to the ship. What was her name again? Something Icelandic, like Disa or Desa or something.
Once she's in earshot, he calls out:
:is: "Hey Disa, " (He pronounces it D-eye-sah) "did you see a swarm of cats following someone when you were out in town, I can't see them in much detail from here."
Post by: Solokov on December 15, 2020, 04:46:00 PM
Leo arches an eyebrow as he casually steps through a small group of feral felines fleein away from the warehouses.
Briefly he considers checking out the disturbance, but he doesn't hear screaming and gunfire (yet), and none of the cats appear to be alerted to anything too dangerous, so he takes this as a good sign and resumes his wander into the shopping district of Höfn.
After a little bit of wandering Leo finds himself in the threshold of a clothes shop, this would be the second one because the first one he'd arrived at was a higher end tailor's shop rather than a place with premade clothes.
He carefully pushes the door open after wiping his boots on the entrance mat and pokes his head in to look around. At a glance the place seems deserted.
:is: "Hello?"
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Post by: Mirasol on December 15, 2020, 04:54:35 PM
Oliver looks away from the group of cats to see the mage walking back to the ship. What was her name again? Something Icelandic, like Disa or Desa or something.
Once she's in earshot, he calls out:
:is: "Hey Disa, " (He pronounces it D-eye-sah) "did you see a swarm of cats following someone when you were out in town, I can't see them in much detail from here."
It takes a bit for Dísa to realize that she is ment with "D-eye-sah". She looks up to see where the scout is pointing, then automatically looks in that direction. Unsurprisingly, all she can see from here is a line of houses.
She shouts upwards: "No, sorry, I came from the other direction!" without letting go of the wheelbarrow she tries to signal where from. "Wait, did you say a swarm of cats? Maybe it´s a cat-academy... I don´t know. Let me just take care of these real quick." she nods towards the paint cans and carefully steers them into the storage room.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 15, 2020, 07:34:56 PM
:no: "Marianne Haugen, Specialist--"
Dammit. Really? Twice in one day?
"--FORMER Specialist First Class. I steer and kill things."
That's it. Keep it cool. Don't be a jerk, but don't act like some silly cat girl either.
The orange kitten chooses that moment to stick its head out of her pocket for a very long and loud hello.
Harald smiles, just a bit, at the kitten. :no: "A pleasure. I am Harald. I will be serving as your blacksmith. If you need a suitable weapon that's arrow, bolt, spear, or meant for melee, or if something metal needs a replacement part made, let me know."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 16, 2020, 12:16:43 AM
Harald smiles, just a bit, at the kitten. :no: "A pleasure. I am Harald. I will be serving as your blacksmith. If you need a suitable weapon that's arrow, bolt, spear, or meant for melee, or if something metal needs a replacement part made, let me know.":no: "Standard equipment is good enough for me. But thanks."
The kitten, unhappy at being ignored, climbs out of Marianne's pocket and heads for her shoulder again, complaining all the way.
"Listen, you...oh. The others didn't let you eat, did they. Come on, little guy...are you a little guy?"
She checks.
"Nope. Sorry, little girl. Most orange cats are male."
She returns to the shed where the food is stored, remembers her manners halfway there, and calls, "Nice meeting you!" to Harald over her shoulder.
Now go away.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 16, 2020, 12:22:45 AM
:no: "Standard equipment is good enough for me. But thanks."
The kitten, unhappy at being ignored, climbs out of Marianne's pocket and heads for her shoulder again, complaining all the way.
"Listen, you...oh. The others didn't let you eat, did they. Come on, little guy...are you a little guy?"
She checks.
"Nope. Sorry, little girl. Most orange cats are male."
She returns to the shed where the food is stored, remembers her manners halfway there, and calls, "Nice meeting you!" to Harald over her shoulder.
Now go away.
Harald decides to leave the woman to her work, and sets to getting his hands on proper materials.
Several hundred kroner, the accidental destruction of a shoddily maintained wheelbarrow, and one merchant stared at until he started apologizing (and knocked a significant amount off the price), and Harald is heading up the gangplank of the ship with a crate of ingots on one shoulder and a wheelbarrow of various other metals being pushed in front of him.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 16, 2020, 04:50:55 AM
Harald decides to leave the woman to her work, and sets to getting his hands on proper materials.
Several hundred kroner, the accidental destruction of a shoddily maintained wheelbarrow, and one merchant stared at until he started apologizing (and knocked a significant amount off the price), and Harald is heading up the gangplank of the ship with a crate of ingots on one shoulder and a wheelbarrow of various other metals being pushed in front of him.
As Harald walks onto the gangplank, Oliver turns to look down at him and asks:
:is: "Did you see a woman being followed by a swarm of cats while in town, or are icelandic pastries normally mildly halloucenogenic?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 16, 2020, 10:54:57 AM
As Harald walks onto the gangplank, Oliver turns to look down at him and asks:
:is: "Did you see a woman being followed by a swarm of cats while in town, or are icelandic pastries normally mildly halloucenogenic?"
Harald gives Oliver a long, level look. :no: "I do not speak Icelandic," he says, before heading below deck.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 16, 2020, 12:30:25 PM
Harald gives Oliver a long, level look. :no: "I do not speak Icelandic," he says, before heading below deck.
:eng: "Bugger, forgot about you"
He repeats the question in reasonably fluent Danish, far better pronounced than his Icelandic:
:dk: "Did you see a woman being followed by a swarm of cats while in town, or are Icelandic pastries normally mildly halloucenogenic?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 16, 2020, 12:36:32 PM
:eng: "Bugger, forgot about you"
He repeats the question in reasonably fluent Danish, far better pronounced than his Icelandic:
:dk: "Did you see a woman being followed by a swarm of cats while in town, or are Icelandic pastries normally mildly halloucenogenic?"
:no: "Yes. It was our helmswoman. She was taking care of the local feral colony. I would advise not bothering her." With that, the big man and his cargo vanishes below deck.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 16, 2020, 03:22:54 PM
:is: "This is clearly Turbot, not Halibut," says Doc, pointing to the underside of the fresh fish, which is being prepped for market- it's pre-cut into fillets. "It's greyish!"
The fisherman looks like he's about two seconds from strangling Doc. "It's halibut! I caught it myself! Leave already!"
"You shouldn't be charging more for Halibut if it's not the right fish. You didn't keep the head, the eyes would make it obvious." Doc is puffed up with indignation.
"I risk my life to get this fish! And what do I get! Ungrateful customers!" The fisherman gestures with the tail of the fish. It flops with a wet sound. "I had to harpoon a sea beast to get back with these."
Post by: Mirasol on December 16, 2020, 03:41:16 PM
:no: "Yes. It was our helmswoman. She was taking care of the local feral colony. I would advise not bothering her." With that, the big man and his cargo vanishes below deck.
As Dísa walks back out of the storage-room with her respective wheelbarrow, she is surprised to find Harald passing her with another one. His is filled with metal-supplies though.
When she reaches the deck again, Oliver is still watching the city.
":is: Do you know now who the cats were? I heard you and Harald talk, but I don´t speak Norwegian."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 16, 2020, 04:30:40 PM
As Dísa walks back out of the storage-room with her respective wheelbarrow, she is surprised to find Harald passing her with another one. His is filled with metal-supplies though.
When she reaches the deck again, Oliver is still watching the city.
" :is: Do you know now who the cats were? I heard you and Harald talk, but I don´t speak Norwegian."
:is: "Apparently it's our helmswoman taking care of the local feral colony, make of that what you will."
Looking across the docks, Oliver spots two men having a rather heated arguement over the fish one is selling, and has a feeling that he recognises the buyer... ah, that's it, it's the doctor bloke they hired for the expedition who seems to lack any major distinguishing features. Should probably go see what's going on. He hops of the mast backwards, wraps his arms round it and slides down it at the higher end of advisable speeds. As he hits the deck, he turns to Disa, he says:
:is: "The doctor appears to be arguing with a fishmonger, I'm going to have a closer look", before heading over to the stall to hear the ongoing arguement, standing close enough to easily be noticed, but merely observing the disagreement as to whether the fish was halibut or not.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 16, 2020, 06:51:01 PM
:no: "Yes. It was our helmswoman. She was taking care of the local feral colony. I would advise not bothering her." With that, the big man and his cargo vanishes below deck.Svenny is happier now the rest of the cats are away. He remains perched on a shoulder as the other one is being put to use.
Seems to be a weird dwelling. Mainly the hard blood-smelling stuff. He's staying put into he finds somewhere nice to go back to sleep, before he does a full inspection of the place to find all the nooks and crannies that bad things can hide in (and he can nap in).
Somewhere in here is warm, and this big male seems to be heading somewhere near. Definitely a good one to be with.
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Post by: Mirasol on December 16, 2020, 07:17:54 PM
:is: "Apparently it's our helmswoman taking care of the local feral colony, make of that what you will."
Looking across the docks, Oliver spots two men having a rather heated arguement over the fish one is selling, and has a feeling that he recognises the buyer... ah, that's it, it's the doctor bloke they hired for the expedition who seems to lack any major distinguishing features. Should probably go see what's going on. He hops of the mast backwards, wraps his arms round it and slides down it at the higher end of advisable speeds. As he hits the deck, he turns to Disa, he says:
:is: "The doctor appears to be arguing with a fishmonger, I'm going to have a closer look", before heading over to the stall to hear the ongoing arguement, standing close enough to easily be noticed, but merely observing the disagreement as to whether the fish was halibut or not. [size=78%] [/size]
":is: Oh... I see."
Dísa doesn´t think she has spoken to the helmswoman so far. Sure seems to be an interesting person. Maybe the cat that will be accompanying them is hers. No, wait. It had been sitting on Haralds shoulder just now, hasn´t it? Anyway...
She watches Oliver glide down the mast for the second time. Yes, he has definitly done this before. Wait, doctor? She raises her eyebrows.
"Our doctor? The one with the funny sweather?" She couldn´t remember his name or picture his face after the short time she had seen him so far, but his sweather was quite recognizable. "And a fishmonger? Maybe I should come, I am a fisher... part-time. At least I spent a lot of time selling fish. I have to return this wheelbarrow anyway."
She follows Oliver to a different dock.
The fisherman the doctor is arguing with looks ready to punch him any second. The doctor doesn´t exactly look like he would be able to take the hit. Why does he want to buy fish anyway?
Oliver doesn´t seem interested in intervening, even as the man starts holding up his piece of fish-fillet like a weapon.
"I think someone should do something...", she tells the scout. Preferably quickly. "Watch this for me, okay?" She puts down the wheelbarrow next to Oliver and walks over to the two arguing men.
"I´m sorry, is there a problem?"
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 16, 2020, 08:35:27 PM
:is: heading over to the stall to hear the ongoing arguement, standing close enough to easily be noticed, but merely observing the disagreement as to whether the fish was halibut or not.
Doc notices Oliver as he approaches, giving him a hesitant wave before dodging a piece of fish thrown at him by the fisherman.
"I can't believe you! Such a nuisance!"
Doc waves his hands in the air shakily. "Please! Just tell the truth to your customers!"
"I already told you, you're banned! For life!"
She watches Oliver glide down the mast for the second time. Yes, he has definitly done this before. Wait, doctor? She raises her eyebrows.
"Our doctor? The one with the funny sweather?" She couldn´t remember his name or picture his face after the short time she had seen him so far, but his sweather was quite recognizable. "And a fishmonger? Maybe I should come, I am a fisher... part-time. At least I spent a lot of time selling fish. I have to return this wheelbarrow anyway."
She follows Oliver to a different dock.
The fisherman the doctor is arguing with looks ready to punch him any second. The doctor doesn´t exactly look like he would be able to take the hit. Why does he want to buy fish anyway?
Oliver doesn´t seem interested in intervening, even as the man starts holding up his piece of fish-fillet like a weapon.
"I think someone should do something...", she tells the scout. Preferably quickly. "Watch this for me, okay?" She puts down the wheelbarrow next to Oliver and walks over to the two arguing men.
"I´m sorry, is there a problem?"
The fisherman turns to her, sniffing angrily. "This idiot academic keeps accusing me of selling the wrong fish!"
"I'm sorry," says Doc, wringing his hands, "I just can't let this keep happening! Fish fraud is a real issue! Note how all of the pieces of the fish that would be distinguishable are missing. That can't be a coincidence. Even the color of the scales is wrong..."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 16, 2020, 08:48:23 PM
Svenny is happier now the rest of the cats are away. He remains perched on a shoulder as the other one is being put to use.
Seems to be a weird dwelling. Mainly the hard blood-smelling stuff. He's staying put into he finds somewhere nice to go back to sleep, before he does a full inspection of the place to find all the nooks and crannies that bad things can hide in (and he can nap in).
Somewhere in here is warm, and this big male seems to be heading somewhere near. Definitely a good one to be with.Spoiler: show
Harald heads into the forge and sets down the crate, and the wheelbarrow. After a moment's consideration, he takes Svenny off his shoulder gently and sets the cat somewhere out of the way to continue sleeping.
Right. Time to get to sharpening.
Post by: Mirasol on December 17, 2020, 07:53:03 AM
Doc notices Oliver as he approaches, giving him a hesitant wave before dodging a piece of fish thrown at him by the fisherman.
"I can't believe you! Such a nuisance!"
Doc waves his hands in the air shakily. "Please! Just tell the truth to your customers!"
"I already told you, you're banned! For life!"
The fisherman turns to her, sniffing angrily. "This idiot academic keeps accusing me of selling the wrong fish!"
"I'm sorry," says Doc, wringing his hands, "I just can't let this keep happening! Fish fraud is a real issue! Note how all of the pieces of the fish that would be distinguishable are missing. That can't be a coincidence. Even the color of the scales is wrong..."
":is: uhm..."
Smart move, Dísa, really smart. Because diplomacy is definitly one of your strong suits...
She should maybe do something against her habit of interfering with situations she can most likely not handle. She takes a closer look at the fish anyway. The doctor is right, that fish is a lot of things, but not Halibut. It´s still charged as Halibut. But acknowledging this will most likely get her banned too.
Ah, whatever, better incure the wrath of some random fisherman she´ll most likely never see again than upset a guy she has to work and live with for the next few months.
"But you are selling the wrong fish. He´s right, the scales are wrong, and the meat is greyish. I really don´t want to be rude, trust me, I am aware of how dangerous it is to catch fish." She rolls up her sleeve to reveal a large bite-scar on her left forearm. It´s well healed and clearly a few years old, but still very visible. "A seal-beast did this. But that´s why the seafood-prices are so high in the first place. There´s no need to raise them even more by pretending the fish is something it´s not."
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 17, 2020, 09:34:42 AM
Harald heads into the forge and sets down the crate, and the wheelbarrow. After a moment's consideration, he takes Svenny off his shoulder gently and sets the cat somewhere out of the way to continue sleeping.Svenny has a look around and a sniff, it's very warm here. He settles down on top of a basket of leathers and rags, pads a bit, then yawns and gets comfy.
Right. Time to get to sharpening.
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Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 18, 2020, 12:19:53 PM
":is: uhm..."
Smart move, Dísa, really smart. Because diplomacy is definitly one of your strong suits...
She should maybe do something against her habit of interfering with situations she can most likely not handle. She takes a closer look at the fish anyway. The doctor is right, that fish is a lot of things, but not Halibut. It´s still charged as Halibut. But acknowledging this will most likely get her banned too.
Ah, whatever, better incure the wrath of some random fisherman she´ll most likely never see again than upset a guy she has to work and live with for the next few months.
"But you are selling the wrong fish. He´s right, the scales are wrong, and the meat is greyish. I really don´t want to be rude, trust me, I am aware of how dangerous it is to catch fish." She rolls up her sleeve to reveal a large bite-scar on her left forearm. It´s well healed and clearly a few years old, but still very visible. "A seal-beast did this. But that´s why the seafood-prices are so high in the first place. There´s no need to raise them even more by pretending the fish is something it´s not."
"..." The fisherman looks at the scar, then steps back. "Hrm! You're both stupid and I know what I caught. But if you take your friend away now I won't toss him into the harbor."
Doc flaps his mouth a couple of times, but seems unable to speak; he's used up all of his arguments. "But-"
"You seem sensible. I don't know why he convinced you to go around accusing innocent fisherman of fraud!" The fisherman bristles with irritation as he speaks to Dísa. As he's speaking, his partner is putting away the pieces of fish that look suspect.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 18, 2020, 02:46:33 PM
"..." The fisherman looks at the scar, then steps back. "Hrm! You're both stupid and I know what I caught. But if you take your friend away now I won't toss him into the harbor."
Doc flaps his mouth a couple of times, but seems unable to speak; he's used up all of his arguments. "But-"
"You seem sensible. I don't know why he convinced you to go around accusing innocent fisherman of fraud!" The fisherman bristles with irritation as he speaks to Dísa. As he's speaking, his partner is putting away the pieces of fish that look suspect.
Despite their attempts to do it discreetly, the fisherman's partner's efforts to be discreet in putting the "halibut" away are spotted by Oliver, who looks accusatively at the pair of fishmongers, saying :is: "If it's the more expensive fish, why are you hiding it? After all that effort catching it, surely you want to get something out of it. Dishonesty and fraud will not benefit any of us in the long run, so just be honest in the face of the evidence, :eng: you decietful little shit."
Post by: Kitty on December 18, 2020, 07:26:13 PM
Now to find the girl. Last he saw her, she was heading for the paint store. Odds are good she got the paint and carried it to the ship by now, so he heads to the docks.
On the side of the docks, a few fisherman selling their wares are in an argument with Doc, who has spent his time heading into the city and buying a few more medical supplies. He was short on disinfectant.
:is: "This is clearly Turbot, not Halibut," says Doc, pointing to the underside of the fresh fish, which is being prepped for market- it's pre-cut into fillets. "It's greyish!"
The fisherman looks like he's about two seconds from strangling Doc. "It's halibut! I caught it myself! Leave already!"
"You shouldn't be charging more for Halibut if it's not the right fish. You didn't keep the head, the eyes would make it obvious." Doc is puffed up with indignation.
"I risk my life to get this fish! And what do I get! Ungrateful customers!" The fisherman gestures with the tail of the fish. It flops with a wet sound. "I had to harpoon a sea beast to get back with these."
Leif tiredly rubs his eyes and turns on his heel, heading for one of the offices for docks authorities. He leans on the counter and flashes a fabulous, confident smile to the receptionist.
:is: "Hey, handsome. Is Tryggvi in? Tryggvi Jensson?"
Receptionist stares at him for a second. "Uh, yes. I think he was about to go on a lunch break..."
"Get him here, say it's Leif. I need him real quick."
"Sure," he says. He gets up and goes to the back, to the offices where unemployed people weren't allowed in. He returns a few moments later with a large man, who smiles at him in greeting and disapproval. "Leif! Why're you in the office?"
"Need you for a second. Seems there's a need for a small inspection on the docks."
Tryggvi's face turns serious immediately. "What is it?"
"Somebody is selling wrong fish, according to my man. Who knows what else they've got in store, you know."
"Your man?" he asks, crossing his arms.
"Yes. Marine biologist from Sweden."
That makes him pause for a second. And think. Of course he heard of the expedition, it's all the dock people were talking about. Clearly he didn't expect Leif to hire a marine biologist, of all people, but it is what it is. Leif patiently waited while he was considering things.
"Alright. Anna! Bjarni! Break's postponed!" he shouts in the back.
Leif considers wiping the wide smug grin off his face, but that would be no fun. No fun at all.
Post by: Solokov on December 18, 2020, 08:38:53 PM
He slows his walk to watch a commotion near where some fishmongers were hawking fish.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 18, 2020, 08:41:46 PM
Post by: Mirasol on December 19, 2020, 06:43:59 AM
"..." The fisherman looks at the scar, then steps back. "Hrm! You're both stupid and I know what I caught. But if you take your friend away now I won't toss him into the harbor."
Doc flaps his mouth a couple of times, but seems unable to speak; he's used up all of his arguments. "But-"
"You seem sensible. I don't know why he convinced you to go around accusing innocent fisherman of fraud!" The fisherman bristles with irritation as he speaks to Dísa. As he's speaking, his partner is putting away the pieces of fish that look suspect.
Yes, leave. That might be their best bet. They don´t need to buy that guys fish anyway.
":is: He didn´t convince me to do anything. He´s just objectively correct. So can we maybe just settle this by getting the authorities here and call it a day? If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to lose-"
Despite their attempts to do it discreetly, the fisherman's partner's efforts to be discreet in putting the "halibut" away are spotted by Oliver, who looks accusatively at the pair of fishmongers, saying :is: "If it's the more expensive fish, why are you hiding it? After all that effort catching it, surely you want to get something out of it. Dishonesty and fraud will not benefit any of us in the long run, so just be honest in the face of the evidence, :eng: you decietful little shit."
Or not. Whatever that last bit was, nice it was certainly not.
"Could we just..."
Harald eventually emerges onto deck, looks at the rapidly brewing confrontation, sighs heavily, and heads back down. When he comes back, he's toting his warhammer. He approaches the group without even bothering to conceal the noise of his stride, and looks down at the fishmonger impassively.
Dísa decides to give up saving the situation. At least she saw Leif go into one of the docks authorities´ offices.
"Ok whatever."
Post by: Kitty on December 19, 2020, 06:52:19 AM
:is: "What is this commotion- everybody disperse" Tryggvi orders. He sees Harald, man a head taller than he is, doing the imposing glare at the fishmonger, and stares him down with all the authority of his position. Which isn't much, to be honest, but he makes use of what he has. Authorities arrived and it's time for them to go before this stupid thing escalates even more. "Disperse" he repeats slowly and calmly, directed only at him, making the meaning of the word universally clear.
"Which one is the marine biologist?" he asks Leif.
Leif casually strolls in between the people he had hired and gently begins to push everybody except Doc away from the scene. It is time to go. Doc can make his statement on his own.
Once the situation is appropriately farther away, he holds his hand out to Dísa.
:is: "What a lovely day to not start a fight with the locals, innit?" he brightly tells the others.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 19, 2020, 07:16:44 AM
Leif enters the scene following the three officials. He is grinning quite smugly and, as usual, seems perfectly happy standing back while the adults talk.
:is: "What is this commotion- everybody disperse" Tryggvi orders. He sees Harald, man a head taller than he is, doing the imposing glare at the fishmonger, and stares him down with all the authority of his position. Which isn't much, to be honest, but he makes use of what he has. Authorities arrived and it's time for them to go before this stupid thing escalates even more. "Disperse" he repeats slowly and calmly, directed only at him, making the meaning of the word universally clear.
"Which one is the marine biologist?" he asks Leif.
Leif casually strolls in between the people he had hired and gently begins to push everybody except Doc away from the scene. It is time to go. Doc can make his statement on his own.
Once the situation is appropriately farther away, he holds his hand out to Dísa.
:is: "What a lovely day to not start a fight with the locals, innit?" he brightly tells the others.
Oliver looks down at Trygvvi as he walks past him, saying :eng: "It seems the not so long arm of the law has arrived"
Post by: Mirasol on December 19, 2020, 07:31:32 AM
Leif enters the scene following the three officials. He is grinning quite smugly and, as usual, seems perfectly happy standing back while the adults talk.
:is: "What is this commotion- everybody disperse" Tryggvi orders. He sees Harald, man a head taller than he is, doing the imposing glare at the fishmonger, and stares him down with all the authority of his position. Which isn't much, to be honest, but he makes use of what he has. Authorities arrived and it's time for them to go before this stupid thing escalates even more. "Disperse" he repeats slowly and calmly, directed only at him, making the meaning of the word universally clear.
"Which one is the marine biologist?" he asks Leif.
Leif casually strolls in between the people he had hired and gently begins to push everybody except Doc away from the scene. It is time to go. Doc can make his statement on his own.
Once the situation is appropriately farther away, he holds his hand out to Dísa.
:is: "What a lovely day to not start a fight with the locals, innit?" he brightly tells the others.
":is: I agree...", grumbles Dísa and looks at Oliver a little angrily.
Though Leif seems extraordinarily proud of himself for almost doing nothing. She looks at his hand for a few seconds and raises her eyebrows. A "please" would be nice, but that would probably be a little to much for their hero. Well, it´s his wallet. She takes it out and hands it back.
"Thank you for letting be borrow this, I bought all necessary paint-supplies. Tell the doctor if he wants fish in the future, I can just catch him one, I brought equipment. Though no guarantee for it to be Halibut either."
She goes back to the place where she and Oliver left the wheelbarrow earlier. "I´ll go return this now, if you don´t need me anymore."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 19, 2020, 09:14:24 AM
Leif enters the scene following the three officials. He is grinning quite smugly and, as usual, seems perfectly happy standing back while the adults talk.
:is: "What is this commotion- everybody disperse" Tryggvi orders. He sees Harald, man a head taller than he is, doing the imposing glare at the fishmonger, and stares him down with all the authority of his position. Which isn't much, to be honest, but he makes use of what he has. Authorities arrived and it's time for them to go before this stupid thing escalates even more. "Disperse" he repeats slowly and calmly, directed only at him, making the meaning of the word universally clear.
"Which one is the marine biologist?" he asks Leif.
Leif casually strolls in between the people he had hired and gently begins to push everybody except Doc away from the scene. It is time to go. Doc can make his statement on his own.
Once the situation is appropriately farther away, he holds his hand out to Dísa.
:is: "What a lovely day to not start a fight with the locals, innit?" he brightly tells the others.
Harald looks at Tryggvi, then at Leif, nods, and heads back to the ship.
Post by: Kitty on December 19, 2020, 10:33:52 AM
With that, he also leaves, to go back to the copier and get his papers.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 19, 2020, 01:11:05 PM
Leif enters the scene following the three officials. He is grinning quite smugly and, as usual, seems perfectly happy standing back while the adults talk.
:is: "What is this commotion- everybody disperse" Tryggvi orders. He sees Harald, man a head taller than he is, doing the imposing glare at the fishmonger, and stares him down with all the authority of his position. Which isn't much, to be honest, but he makes use of what he has. Authorities arrived and it's time for them to go before this stupid thing escalates even more. "Disperse" he repeats slowly and calmly, directed only at him, making the meaning of the word universally clear.
"Which one is the marine biologist?" he asks Leif.
Leif casually strolls in between the people he had hired and gently begins to push everybody except Doc away from the scene. It is time to go. Doc can make his statement on his own.
Once the situation is appropriately farther away, he holds his hand out to Dísa.
:is: "What a lovely day to not start a fight with the locals, innit?" he brightly tells the others.
Doc is cornered as he explains his complaint about the fish, getting more and more specific. Doc speaks for fifteen full minutes about the specific properties of the fish.
:is: "...and that's why it's clearly not Halibut. I was not, of course, here to buy fish, but I was wandering by wondering what was being caught in the harbor and I could hardly just leave a mislabel without asking the fishmonger what had occurred." He's gesturing, in full university lecturer mode. Oh no.
The fishmonger scoffs and interrupts him. :is: "Whatever he's saying, he's full of nonsense. He just walked by and decided to argue because he's an ass, it seems! He needs a hobby!"
Post by: Kitty on December 19, 2020, 01:27:33 PM
Doc is cornered as he explains his complaint about the fish, getting more and more specific. Doc speaks for fifteen full minutes about the specific properties of the fish.
:is: "...and that's why it's clearly not Halibut. I was not, of course, here to buy fish, but I was wandering by wondering what was being caught in the harbor and I could hardly just leave a mislabel without asking the fishmonger what had occurred." He's gesturing, in full university lecturer mode. Oh no.
The fishmonger scoffs and interrupts him. :is: "Whatever he's saying, he's full of nonsense. He just walked by and decided to argue because he's an ass, it seems! He needs a hobby!"
Tryggvi patiently listens to the full explanation, not interrupting nor showing any signs of boredom. The girl with them seems exceedingly exhausted with his explanation, and the guy is listening with his eyes closed.
:is: "Fun fact, he is completely accurate. Sir, you can go now. As for you, let's begin with a fine for falsifying the name of the fish you were selling, next is a full inspection of all your stock..."
Post by: Ragnarok on December 19, 2020, 01:53:10 PM
:is: "If anyone wants to grab a lunch with me in that restaurant over there, I'll be done with work in a few minutes" Leif says before Dísa and Harald leave. "My treat."
With that, he also leaves, to go back to the copier and get his papers.
Harald leaves the warhammer in the forge, checks on the cat - still asleep - and gets a piece of paper and pen. He writes a quick note in Norwegian and Finnish for any crewmates who might wander in, letting them know the name and location of the restaurant Leif had mentioned. He leaves the note on the kitchen counter and leaves the ship fairly quickly, electing to wait outside the restaurant until the man with the money arrives.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 19, 2020, 02:06:37 PM
Tryggvi patiently listens to the full explanation, not interrupting nor showing any signs of boredom. The girl with them seems exceedingly exhausted with his explanation, and the guy is listening with his eyes closed.
:is: "Fun fact, he is completely accurate. Sir, you can go now. As for you, let's begin with a fine for falsifying the name of the fish you were selling, next is a full inspection of all your stock..."
When he's dismissed, Doc wanders off, still thinking mostly about fish.
Harald leaves the warhammer in the forge, checks on the cat - still asleep - and gets a piece of paper and pen. He writes a quick note in Norwegian and Finnish for any crewmates who might wander in, letting them know the name and location of the restaurant Leif had mentioned. He leaves the note on the kitchen counter and leaves the ship fairly quickly, electing to wait outside the restaurant until the man with the money arrives.
When he arrives at the ship, he finds the note, and hurries off to the restaurant- free food is something any academic values. As Doc shows up in front of the restaurant, he waves hesitantly at Harald.
:no: "H..hello? Thank you for, ah... being menacing? Before?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do while he's waiting for Leif to show up and feed them.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 19, 2020, 02:09:19 PM
When he's dismissed, Doc wanders off, still thinking mostly about fish.
When he arrives at the ship, he finds the note, and hurries off to the restaurant- free food is something any academic values. As Doc shows up in front of the restaurant, he waves hesitantly at Harald.
:no: "H..hello? Thank you for, ah... being menacing? Before?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do while he's waiting for Leif to show up and feed them.
Harald nods glacially. :no: "We are going to be in one another's company for some time," he says. "It would be remiss to not stand with one another." He pauses. "Will you be able to work? The ship lacks a proper medical bay, though I believe we could set something up in one of the unoccupied cabins."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 19, 2020, 02:13:01 PM
Harald nods glacially. :no: "We are going to be in one another's company for some time," he says. "It would be remiss to not stand with one another." He pauses. "Will you be able to work? The ship lacks a proper medical bay, though I believe we could set something up in one of the unoccupied cabins."
:no: "...yes." Be nice to the big scary man, Doc. Know your place in the pecking order, Doc.
"An unoccupied cabin could work. I need somewhere that I can decontaminate thoroughly and seal off in case of a, uh, breach..." Doc shrugs. "The bed would work fine as a cot. We're all set as far as materials go, I believe. Although in the silent world, we may run out of supplies quicker than expected..."
"Are you experienced in such, uh, endeavors?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 19, 2020, 02:29:42 PM
:no: "...yes." Be nice to the big scary man, Doc. Know your place in the pecking order, Doc.
"An unoccupied cabin could work. I need somewhere that I can decontaminate thoroughly and seal off in case of a, uh, breach..." Doc shrugs. "The bed would work fine as a cot. We're all set as far as materials go, I believe. Although in the silent world, we may run out of supplies quicker than expected..."
"Are you experienced in such, uh, endeavors?"
Harald shakes his head. :no: "Not beyond basic first aid. I could make a prosthetic if someone loses a limb, but medically speaking...I am not qualified."
Post by: Kitty on December 19, 2020, 02:32:43 PM
Saga looks up from a map she was looking at. The time on the clock was about lunch, even though she wasn't exactly hungry. Eh. If Leif is paying... She neatly folds the map, while he just drops the papers on the table casually.
:is: "Did Dísa get enough paint?" she asks.
"She said she did."
"And Harald's papers?"
"Reported. I made copies. You can put the originals into his cabin after a meal. Food. Let's go." He casually pushes them both out and locks the door behind them. "Your gang has a tendency for troublemaking" he casually says.
"My gang? You hired them."
"Yes. I apologize in advance. And I also sent a notice we need another commander urgently."
"Thank you" she says, visibly relaxing.
He gives her a grin and a pat on her shoulder.
They reach the restaurant and go in.
Post by: Mirasol on December 19, 2020, 02:49:44 PM
:is: "If anyone wants to grab a lunch with me in that restaurant over there, I'll be done with work in a few minutes" Leif says before Dísa and Harald leave. "My treat."
With that, he also leaves, to go back to the copier and get his papers.
Dísa is not all that interested in eating with Leif after that fiasco, but a quick look in her own wallet suggests that it might be her best bet if she wants to get lunch today.
Bringing back the wheelbarrow is relatively uneventful, though Gilmar immediately makes fun of her crew for picking fights before even leaving the port. Apparently those news have already reached him...
"Connections", is all he sais, smiling brightly. "I´ll be surprised if you make it out of the harbour alive like this."
He sends her of with an enthusiastic "I´ll pray to the gods for you to at least see something amazing before going out in a blaze of glory!", then Dísa goes back to the docks.
The restaurant Leif invited them to is quite easy to find, since Harald is standing in front of it, chatting with a slightly distressed-looking Doctor. Leif himself isn´t here yet. She smiles at the two others and stops next to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 19, 2020, 03:12:07 PM
:is: "If anyone wants to grab a lunch with me in that restaurant over there, I'll be done with work in a few minutes" Leif says before Dísa and Harald leave. "My treat."
With that, he also leaves, to go back to the copier and get his papers.
Oliver doesn't particularly want to eat with the petty Icelandic wimp, but only a fool turns down free cooked food, so he heads to the restaurant, curiously checking what each building is for as he walks.
Post by: Kitty on December 19, 2020, 04:08:14 PM
:is: "Hi" Saga says, too. "What trouble did you cause?" she asks.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 19, 2020, 09:29:09 PM
Turning back to the warm place, he feels thirsty. He can't recall there being anywhere in this place with food or water. He assumes that they've either forgotten or it's somewhere he can't get into.
He walks around meowing for attention, retracing his steps; quickly remembering that he didn't see any long-legs on his inspection. Not the panicking type, he starts rowling loudly at each of the closed openings, hoping that someone is home somewhere.
Post by: Solokov on December 19, 2020, 10:08:31 PM
:is: "If anyone wants to grab a lunch with me in that restaurant over there, I'll be done with work in a few minutes" Leif says before Dísa and Harald leave. "My treat."
With that, he also leaves, to go back to the copier and get his papers.
Leo stalks off now that the show at the fishmonger's has ended and heads for the boat to drop off his pack.
Svenny yawns, stretches, and decides to inspect the place. He walks around the strange metal place, and it seems like he's in a daze, the place seems to move slightly. Must be his head, the floor is solid. The inspection doesn't take long, and it's uneventful. He can't go into quite a few places as the opening is shut.
Turning back to the warm place, he feels thirsty. He can't recall there being anywhere in this place with food or water. He assumes that they've either forgotten or it's somewhere he can't get into.
He walks around meowing for attention, retracing his steps; quickly remembering that he didn't see any long-legs on his inspection. Not the panicking type, he starts rowling loudly at each of the closed openings, hoping that someone is home somewhere.
He hears the cat before he's even properly on the boat as he quietly stalks up the gang plank and peers down the hallway in the ship while dumping off his pack in his claimed berth. :fi: "Something up cat?"
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 20, 2020, 11:06:58 PM
Leo stalks off now that the show at the fishmonger's has ended and heads for the boat to drop off his pack.
He hears the cat before he's even properly on the boat as he quietly stalks up the gang plank and peers down the hallway in the ship while dumping off his pack in his claimed berth. :fi: "Something up cat?"
*One has returned, maybe they know where Svenny is supposed to go to get food and drink.*
He rubs up against the legs of this one in the hope that he will understand. "Meowl? Meaaa. Meaaaa."
Post by: Solokov on December 21, 2020, 12:32:51 AM
*One has returned, maybe they know where Svenny is supposed to go to get food and drink.*
He rubs up against the legs of this one in the hope that he will understand. "Meowl? Meaaa. Meaaaa."
Leo kneels down and rubs Svenny's ears for a moment before holding out his hands in front of the cat, :fi: "Food and water?" He motions with his left hand, " or people?" he motions with his right hand.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 21, 2020, 12:43:23 AM
In fact, Marianne just doesn't have the excess capacity to register social bullshit right now. She has a mission. Something she needs to do RIGHT NOW.
The ginger kitten is hungry. She has proven too young and/or small to chew dry food. Therefore, she needs soft food.
Mission: Acquire fish.
"Hey!" Marianne calls as she approaches a fishmonger.
Oddly, the man seems to be closing up shop even though it's the middle of the day.
"HEY! WAIT!"
Spoiler: show
Post by: Kitty on December 21, 2020, 05:15:30 AM
Marianne strides through town at a pace and with a determination that would set her apart from others even if she wasn't six feet tall, 250 lbs, wearing a large knife, and looking highly unamused. Street vendors who hawk their wares to everyone take one look at her and don't bother. Those who don't recognize her start their spiel only to seemingly be completely ignored.
In fact, Marianne just doesn't have the excess capacity to register social bullshit right now. She has a mission. Something she needs to do RIGHT NOW.
The ginger kitten is hungry. She has proven too young and/or small to chew dry food. Therefore, she needs soft food.
Mission: Acquire fish.
"Hey!" Marriane calls as she approaches a fishmonger.
Oddly, the man seems to be closing up shop even though it's the middle of the day.
"HEY! WAIT!"Spoiler: show
Tryggvi stops her in her way to the fishmonger. :is: "Is there a problem, ma'am?" he asks.
Post by: Lallicat on December 21, 2020, 02:50:44 PM
:no: "Ah, lovely. Thank you, Astrid" Saga says, turning to her. "If everything is good and proper, you can take the rest of the day off. Make sure you're fully packed and have everything you need to work."
Leif gets up and leaves the office to go and make some copies of Harald's passport and papers.
Astrid walks around the town and finds a bookshop. She sits down in a corner and starts to read a book that caught her attention, but ends up getting chased out by the owner because she wasn't buying anything. She walks back to the ship, hoping the good cabins aren't all taken by the time she comes back.
Post by: doorcf on December 21, 2020, 04:57:45 PM
This peaks Alergo's interest, this way he could get info he couldn't normally get. Taking the paper, Alergo continues reading it planning to present himself, he had some leadership experience after all.
*rumbles*
But now it seems that is time to eat. Alergo continues his walk until he finds a restaurant that seems interesting named Kaffi Hornið and goes in paper in hand.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 21, 2020, 05:01:49 PM
:is: "Oh, look, half of you showed up" Leif says friendly as they arrive. "Hello."
:is: "Hi" Saga says, too. "What trouble did you cause?" she asks.
Harald stares at the Icelandic with blank incomprehension, and elects to wait until someone translates.
Post by: doorcf on December 21, 2020, 06:08:28 PM
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 21, 2020, 06:49:11 PM
Harald shakes his head. :no: "Not beyond basic first aid. I could make a prosthetic if someone loses a limb, but medically speaking...I am not qualified."
:no: "Even first aid can be, ah, helpful." Doc winces. He just hopes no one loses a limb...
The restaurant Leif invited them to is quite easy to find, since Harald is standing in front of it, chatting with a slightly distressed-looking Doctor. Leif himself isn´t here yet. She smiles at the two others and stops next to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
:no: "..Good afternoon! Thank you for the help with the uh... altercation, earlier." Doc repeats it in icelandic, not sure which Dísa prefers. "You're part of the crew, yes? I'm not sure I got your name?" He turns to Harald. "Or yours?"
:is: "Oh, look, half of you showed up" Leif says friendly as they arrive. "Hello."
:is: "Hi" Saga says, too. "What trouble did you cause?" she asks.
:is: "...trouble?" Doc tries to look innocent. It doesn't quite work.
Harald stares at the Icelandic with blank incomprehension, and elects to wait until someone translates.
Doc, assuming that Harald only speaks norwegian, translates.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 21, 2020, 10:16:39 PM
Tryggvi stops her in her way to the fishmonger. :is: "Is there a problem, ma'am?" he asks.
:is: "Do you work here? I need to buy fish! Why are they leaving?"
Post by: Ragnarok on December 21, 2020, 10:31:17 PM
:no: "Even first aid can be, ah, helpful." Doc winces. He just hopes no one loses a limb...
:no: "..Good afternoon! Thank you for the help with the uh... altercation, earlier." Doc repeats it in icelandic, not sure which Dísa prefers. "You're part of the crew, yes? I'm not sure I got your name?" He turns to Harald. "Or yours?"
:is: "...trouble?" Doc tries to look innocent. It doesn't quite work.
Doc, assuming that Harald only speaks norwegian, translates.
:no: "Harald," Harald supplies.
Alergo enters the restaurant to find the sight of to men staring at each other. Going to the side to evade a potential fight, Alergo takes a seat while still reading the paper he has while waiting for a waiter to take his order.
Harald briefly takes note of the new arrival, then goes back to his conversation with the others.
Post by: Mirasol on December 22, 2020, 07:01:47 AM
:no: "Even first aid can be, ah, helpful." Doc winces. He just hopes no one loses a limb...
:no: "..Good afternoon! Thank you for the help with the uh... altercation, earlier." Doc repeats it in icelandic, not sure which Dísa prefers. "You're part of the crew, yes? I'm not sure I got your name?" He turns to Harald. "Or yours?"
Dísa looks a bit lost as the Doctor adresses her in Norwegian, but once he repeats in Icelandic she smiles at him. ":is: Sorry, I don´t speak Norwegian. But... uh, you´re welcome. We´re coworkers now, after all. Yes, I´m your crew´s mage, Dísa. I also used to work as a fisher before I got this position. You´re our Medic, right? What is your name again? I´m sorry, I´m really bad with names."
:is: "Oh, look, half of you showed up" Leif says friendly as they arrive. "Hello."
:is: "Hi" Saga says, too. "What trouble did you cause?" she asks.
:is: "...trouble?" Doc tries to look innocent. It doesn't quite work.
Doc, assuming that Harald only speaks norwegian, translates.
Dísa looks at the Doctor who seems to be trying to look as uninvolved as possible. "I wouldn´t call it troube... I mean...", she mumbles and looks to her feet. "We were helping! In a way..."
Alergo enters the restaurant to find the sight of to men staring at each other. Going to the side to evade a potential fight, Alergo takes a seat while still reading the paper he has while waiting for a waiter to take his order.
Dísa steps a bit to the side to let the man through. It might be a kind of bad spot for talking right in front of the restaurant´s door.
Post by: Kitty on December 22, 2020, 09:57:27 AM
Saga raises her eyebrows at the two. Ludvig and Dísa... Hmmm... She picks Ludvig and calmly stares at him, waiting for an explanation.
Post by: Kitty on December 23, 2020, 10:05:02 AM
:is: "Do you work here? I need to buy fish! Why are they leaving?"
:is: "No. He was selling fish under false name and broke a few health codes as well. There are other fishmongers. Carry on" Tryggvi says.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 23, 2020, 11:16:46 AM
Leo kneels down and rubs Svenny's ears for a moment before holding out his hands in front of the cat, :fi: "Food and water?" He motions with his left hand, " or people?" he motions with his right hand.Svenny licks the appendage proffered to him, and sniffs slightly before gently opening his mouth slightly around a digit, testing the skin with his teeth...
Spoiler: show
Post by: Solokov on December 23, 2020, 03:46:51 PM
Svenny licks the appendage proffered to him, and sniffs slightly before gently opening his mouth slightly around a digit, testing the skin with his teeth...Spoiler: show
Leo arches an eyebrow. :fi: "..... you're grumpy... or have less training than I'm accustomed to..."
He clicks his tongue to indicate Svenny should follow him and stalks off to the galley to prepare a bowl of water and food for the cat. As an afterthought he attaches a note to the cat food itself that reads :is: "The cat has been fed, he is lying." and returns it to the lockable cabinet it was in.
With the cat fed and watered he takes off for the prospect of free food.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 23, 2020, 03:55:15 PM
:is: "No. He was selling fish under false name and broke a few health codes as well. There are other fishmongers. Carry on" Tryggvi says.
Marianne is already walking away before the man finishes speaking.
So that's why that guy's fish was always so cheap. I don't know why I thought buying raw fish was a good idea anyway. This kit is hungry NOW. I should try a restaurant.
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 23, 2020, 08:01:00 PM
Leo arches an eyebrow. :fi: "..... you're grumpy... or have less training than I'm accustomed to..."
He clicks his tongue to indicate Svenny should follow him and stalks off to the galley to prepare a bowl of water and food for the cat. As an afterthought he attaches a note to the cat food itself that reads :is: "The cat has been fed, he is lying." and returns it to the lockable cabinet it was in.
With the cat fed and watered he takes off for the prospect of free food.
Svenny drinks first, then looks around at the long-legs before tucking into the food in the bowl. Sated, he walks back to the warm place for another long sleep.
He falls asleep thinking why is it that every time something happens on this assignment, it's a different person? Who is he supposed to bond with? Oh well, it's only the beginning, and most seem friendly. He sighs and drifts off to sleep. The place is quiet, just the slow creaking of this structure.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 24, 2020, 05:59:20 PM
Dísa looks a bit lost as the Doctor adresses her in Norwegian, but once he repeats in Icelandic she smiles at him. ":is: Sorry, I don´t speak Norwegian. But... uh, you´re welcome. We´re coworkers now, after all. Yes, I´m your crew´s mage, Dísa. I also used to work as a fisher before I got this position. You´re our Medic, right? What is your name again? I´m sorry, I´m really bad with names."
:is: "I'm Ludvig," says Doc, translating to Norwegian as well. "Ah, Dr. Ludvig Nyman. Technically."
Once more, Leif stands to the side, casually not interrupting. He is very good at that, it seems.
Saga raises her eyebrows at the two. Ludvig and Dísa... Hmmm... She picks Ludvig and calmly stares at him, waiting for an explanation.
Dísa looks at the Doctor who seems to be trying to look as uninvolved as possible. "I wouldn´t call it troube... I mean...", she mumbles and looks to her feet. "We were helping! In a way..."
Dísa steps a bit to the side to let the man through. It might be a kind of bad spot for talking right in front of the restaurant´s door.
:is: "...Fish," says Doc. "There was fish fraud. It's over. It's fine. I didn't get thrown in the harbor again so it all turned out okay..."
Post by: Kitty on December 24, 2020, 06:13:13 PM
:is: "I'm Ludvig," says Doc, translating to Norwegian as well. "Ah, Dr. Ludvig Nyman. Technically."
:is: "...Fish," says Doc. "There was fish fraud. It's over. It's fine. I didn't get thrown in the harbor again so it all turned out okay..."
Saga looks at him, looks at Leif's smug grin, connects the dots and sighs. :is: "Next time, inform the authorities, please. There's a proper way to do things."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 24, 2020, 06:18:25 PM
Saga looks at him, looks at Leif's smug grin, connects the dots and sighs. :is: "Next time, inform the authorities, please. There's a proper way to do things."
:is: "And where's the fun in that?" Oliver asks rather jokingly. "I'm sure a quick fight would have sorted it all out." he says, with the look of a man fully aware of how annoying he's being.
Post by: Kitty on December 24, 2020, 06:22:10 PM
:is: "And where's the fun in that?" Oliver asks rather jokingly. "I'm sure a quick fight would have sorted it all out." he says, with the look of a man fully aware of how annoying he's being.
:gb: "Please don't."
:is: "Let's go eat" she says, entering the restaurant.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 24, 2020, 06:56:44 PM
:gb: "Please don't."
:is: "Let's go eat" she says, entering the restaurant.
Doc quickly follows, attempting to stay under the radar. No one pay attention to him... no fights...
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 24, 2020, 08:02:01 PM
:gb: "Please don't."
:is: "Let's go eat" she says, entering the restaurant.
Doc quickly follows, attempting to stay under the radar. No one pay attention to him... no fights...
Oliver slips past doc, through the door, heads for the largest unoccupied table, picks up a menu, and says :eng: "For duck's sake, I'm going to ask Saga what the sounds these words make" at a reasonable volume, although a few of the restaurant's customers look up in suprise at the sudden entrance of a messily dressed soldier speaking a non-scandinavian language that clearly isn't Finnish.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 24, 2020, 08:03:56 PM
:gb: "Please don't."
:is: "Let's go eat" she says, entering the restaurant.
Harald follows Oliver to the table, looks at his menu, and grimaces before looking towards Doc.
Post by: Kitty on December 25, 2020, 11:56:23 AM
Post by: Mirasol on December 25, 2020, 12:38:34 PM
:is: "I'm Ludvig," says Doc, translating to Norwegian as well. "Ah, Dr. Ludvig Nyman. Technically."
:is: "...Fish," says Doc. "There was fish fraud. It's over. It's fine. I didn't get thrown in the harbor again so it all turned out okay..."
Dísa nods affirmatively as Ludvig explains, though she raises her eyebrows at that last bit. again? What on earth did he do???
Saga looks at him, looks at Leif's smug grin, connects the dots and sighs. :is: "Next time, inform the authorities, please. There's a proper way to do things."
:is: "And where's the fun in that?" Oliver asks rather jokingly. "I'm sure a quick fight would have sorted it all out." he says, with the look of a man fully aware of how annoying he's being.
":is: Yes... As you see, someone was too fast at feeding the flames for that.", she sais, trying to hide how well Oliver´s annoyingness is working on her.
:gb: "Please don't."
:is: "Let's go eat" she says, entering the restaurant.
She follows the others to the table. As she sees that Saga is handling the translating and explaining, Dísa focusses on her own menu.
Post by: Solokov on December 25, 2020, 02:02:06 PM
Leo stays silent as the doorman scolds the patron, :dk: "He's not waving it around like a crazy, he handed it off. You must be from mora or something, Everyone in the harbor towns carry weapons. Quit making a scene or I'll have you trespassed."
The woman's ire turns towards the doorman as he hands off a claim ticket to Leo. The moment the angry lady's attention is off him he slips past the angered woman to the table where everyone else that has arrived is already seated and he slides into an empty seat and begins browsing the menu.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 26, 2020, 12:46:12 PM
Dísa nods affirmatively as Ludvig explains, though she raises her eyebrows at that last bit. again? What on earth did he do???
":is: Yes... As you see, someone was too fast at feeding the flames for that.", she sais, trying to hide how well Oliver´s annoyingness is working on her.
She follows the others to the table. As she sees that Saga is handling the translating and explaining, Dísa focusses on her own menu.
Doc shrinks from the raised eyebrows and hides behind the menu. :is: "Have you been here before?" he asks Leif. "Do you have any food recommendations?"
Post by: Kitty on December 26, 2020, 01:11:43 PM
Doc shrinks from the raised eyebrows and hides behind the menu. :is: "Have you been here before?" he asks Leif. "Do you have any food recommendations?"
:is: "Well, you can go full traditional and order a fermented shark" Leif brightly says. "But I would recommend lamb. They roast it amazingly here. Or fish, if you'd prefer that... ask what they caught lately when waiter comes. Or just order hotdogs. Leo, what trouble did you cause at the entrance?" he asks him.
:is: "No trouble, someone's just panicking about the weapons" Saga absentmindedly explains, since she assumed the man doesn't speak Icelandic from before, when he tried to talk to her in Finnish. She switches back to Norwegian and finishes translating and explaining foods on the menu for Harald.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 26, 2020, 01:48:42 PM
:is: "Well, you can go full traditional and order a fermented shark" Leif brightly says. "But I would recommend lamb. They roast it amazingly here. Or fish, if you'd prefer that... ask what they caught lately when waiter comes. Or just order hotdogs. Leo, what trouble did you cause at the entrance?" he asks him.
:is: "No trouble, someone's just panicking about the weapons" Saga absentmindedly explains, since she assumed the man doesn't speak Icelandic from before, when he tried to talk to her in Finnish. She switches back to Norwegian and finishes translating and explaining foods on the menu for Harald.
On the mention of fermented shark, Oliver seems a lot more interested in what the menu says, even if he can't work out what sounds the letters make to match them with the words he knows how to say.
Post by: Mirasol on December 26, 2020, 02:50:10 PM
:is: "Well, you can go full traditional and order a fermented shark" Leif brightly says. "But I would recommend lamb. They roast it amazingly here. Or fish, if you'd prefer that... ask what they caught lately when waiter comes. Or just order hotdogs. Leo, what trouble did you cause at the entrance?" he asks him.
:is: "No trouble, someone's just panicking about the weapons" Saga absentmindedly explains, since she assumed the man doesn't speak Icelandic from before, when he tried to talk to her in Finnish. She switches back to Norwegian and finishes translating and explaining foods on the menu for Harald.
Dísa listens to Leif´s recommendations as well. Fermented shark? No thanks, she had the pleasure once before and had decided it was not something she needed to repeat. And fish? Nah, she would have to eat enough of that for the following months and has eaten enough of it for the past several years. And Leif pays, so something nice for once would be great.
"I´ll have the lamb, please", she sais as the waiter arrives at their table.
On the mention of fermented shark, Oliver seems a lot more interested in what the menu says, even if he can't work out what sounds the letters make to match them with the words he knows how to say.
She decides to not warn the very excited-looking Oliver about the shark, since she´s still a bit mad at him.
Post by: doorcf on December 26, 2020, 02:52:42 PM
:dk: I really hope I can get into this expedition, it would really help my research. Ah, so many variables, damn it.
Says Alergo to himself while looking at the roof and crossing his arms to wait. Then he turns to the huge group on the other table.
:es: Well at lesat they aren't fighting as I feared. That said, how much explosives should I get if I go?
Post by: Ragnarok on December 26, 2020, 03:25:28 PM
The burger that arrives when the waiter brings out the food is approximately the size of Harald's head.
This does not stop it from vanishing in a single moment when nobody is looking at Harald.
Post by: Kitty on December 26, 2020, 03:30:46 PM
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 26, 2020, 06:32:20 PM
Although he's a bit unfamiliar with the flavors, anything he doesn't have to pay for is perfect. He's... out of money. Right now.
Post by: Kitty on December 26, 2020, 07:04:20 PM
She knows next to nothing about Harald, but it would be awkward to ask him stuff, too. He seems like a silent type.
Dísa...? She wonders if stuff like knitting or maps interest the mage, but asking about her favourite type of thread also sounded as an awkward question when they're surrounded by men.
Unless she has a completely wrong idea and the boys like sewing, too.
Not very likely it's a common topic, is it?
:is: "So... what's the south like?" she tries with Oliver. Pirates and grosslings was about all she had, and if others get interested in conversation, they can hold a pleasant chat about nice lands they come from. Right? Lands are nice. She has maps to prove it.
Post by: Solokov on December 26, 2020, 07:10:29 PM
:is: "Well, you can go full traditional and order a fermented shark" Leif brightly says. "But I would recommend lamb. They roast it amazingly here. Or fish, if you'd prefer that... ask what they caught lately when waiter comes. Or just order hotdogs. Leo, what trouble did you cause at the entrance?" he asks him.
:is: "No trouble, someone's just panicking about the weapons" Saga absentmindedly explains, since she assumed the man doesn't speak Icelandic from before, when he tried to talk to her in Finnish. She switches back to Norwegian and finishes translating and explaining foods on the menu for Harald.
Leo listens to Saga's explanation on his behalf, shrugs at Leif and resumes browsing the menu, he ends up holding up the menu for the waiter to see and points at a hamburger and fries combo, as well as a condiment dubiously called "habenero ranch".
The resulting burger is far smaller than what Harold had ordered, and the condiment cup smells of strong smoky spices in a creamy looking sauce, but Leo dips his wedge fries with it with no complaint to the spicyness of it. While he did not necessarily eat his meal with the swiftness of a soldier in the field, Leo does occasionally subtly peer around the room to keep an appraising eye on the situation.
Meanwhile at the door of the restaurant, the loud Danish woman is in fact being trespassed and the police have arrived to remove her from the premises after continuing to make a scene about how there's no need for firearms in a safe zone.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 27, 2020, 03:38:50 AM
Meanwhile at the door of the restaurant, the loud Danish woman is in fact being trespassed and the police have arrived to remove her from the premises after continuing to make a scene about how there's no need for firearms in a safe zone.
Marianne goes to enter a restaurant she's frequented before, then stumbles aside as some crazy woman gets arrested and is taken away shouting about guns.
Shit, that made me forget what I was going to say!
An employee approaches Marianne.
At the same time, someone from the expedition notices her.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 27, 2020, 10:02:20 AM
Marianne goes to enter a restaurant she's frequented before, then stumbles aside as some crazy woman gets arrested and is taken away shouting about guns.
Shit, that made me forget what I was going to say!
An employee approaches Marianne.
At the same time, someone from the expedition notices her.
Harald looks up at Marianne, and gestures for her to join them.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 27, 2020, 04:02:36 PM
Saga is hiding how awkward she's feeling by silently eating. She will travel with these people and she already got a two-page summary of their lives. She saw enough bare basics to make her consider "so which college did you go to" a bad question, but not enough to really... know what really interests these people? Aside from Doc, she could already figure the man really likes and knows a lot about fish. But she had a feeling he'll talk about it, probably unprompted, a lot during their journey.
She knows next to nothing about Harald, but it would be awkward to ask him stuff, too. He seems like a silent type.
Dísa...? She wonders if stuff like knitting or maps interest the mage, but asking about her favourite type of thread also sounded as an awkward question when they're surrounded by men.
Unless she has a completely wrong idea and the boys like sewing, too.
Not very likely it's a common topic, is it?
:is: "So... what's the south like?" she tries with Oliver. Pirates and grosslings was about all she had, and if others get interested in conversation, they can hold a pleasant chat about nice lands they come from. Right? Lands are nice. She has maps to prove it.
:is: "Like Iceland, but warmer and wetter. Whilst the British isles are much bigger than Iceland, but only a few of the smaller ones are habitable, the major inhabited ones are" He starts drawing a reasonable map on one of the serviettes provided, pointing out the things he mentions "The main inhabited ones are Barra, where I'm from, Eigg and Coll. Several of the small surrounding isles are inhabited but are reliant on those main three. Then there's A'Chill, which is where the pirates live. They've got there own government, but we trade with them sometimes, so we still consider them part of Britain. We're in the process of cleansing south Uist, which we've been doing since my parents were born, but when we finally finish, we'll have about double the amount of land we have. We don't have as many problems with beasts because there aren't any wolves or bears in britain, but if we go too far south into england, there's far too many trolls because the population was a lot denser before the rash. In terms of society, the rash reforged ours far more than yours, as you learned before when I explained why money was a strange concept to me. We issue things out depending on people's needs, although now I think about it, they do have a money system on Coll, but it works different to yours because it's 12 pence to the shilling and 20 shillings to the pound rather than just kronur." He stops for a bit, but is clearly willing to continue or answer questions.
Post by: Kitty on December 27, 2020, 06:44:04 PM
:is: "Like Iceland, but warmer and wetter. Whilst the British isles are much bigger than Iceland, but only a few of the smaller ones are habitable, the major inhabited ones are" He starts drawing a reasonable map on one of the serviettes provided, pointing out the things he mentions "The main inhabited ones are Barra, where I'm from, Eigg and Coll. Several of the small surrounding isles are inhabited but are reliant on those main three. Then there's A'Chill, which is where the pirates live. They've got there own government, but we trade with them sometimes, so we still consider them part of Britain. We're in the process of cleansing south Uist, which we've been doing since my parents were born, but when we finally finish, we'll have about double the amount of land we have. We don't have as many problems with beasts because there aren't any wolves or bears in britain, but if we go too far south into england, there's far too many trolls because the population was a lot denser before the rash. In terms of society, the rash reforged ours far more than yours, as you learned before when I explained why money was a strange concept to me. We issue things out depending on people's needs, although now I think about it, they do have a money system on Coll, but it works different to yours because it's 12 pence to the shilling and 20 shillings to the pound rather than just kronur." He stops for a bit, but is clearly willing to continue or answer questions.
:is: "So you know where the pirates are, but don't do anything about it?" Saga asks. That's sad. That made her sad. She should've picked a different topic. Or a different person. "Uhh... Do you farm animals, too?" she tries.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 27, 2020, 07:26:28 PM
:is: "So you know where the pirates are, but don't do anything about it?" Saga asks. That's sad. That made her sad. She should've picked a different topic. Or a different person. "Uhh... Do you farm animals, too?" she tries.
:is: "Well, they provide useful supplies, and we turn a blind eye to their activities in exchange. Yep, mostly sheep and highland cattle, given the land isn't very fertile, so we use hydroponics and greenhouses quite a bit. But we do a lot more fishing than farming though, being a group of islands. Pet cats are obviously popular, as are sheepdogs, although I had a mad old barn owl that just decided to make it's nest in my house and won't leave"
Post by: Kitty on December 27, 2020, 08:19:42 PM
:is: "Well, they provide useful supplies, and we turn a blind eye to their activities in exchange. Yep, mostly sheep and highland cattle, given the land isn't very fertile, so we use hydroponics and greenhouses quite a bit. But we do a lot more fishing than farming though, being a group of islands. Pet cats are obviously popular, as are sheepdogs, although I had a mad old barn owl that just decided to make it's nest in my house and won't leave"
Saga is politely trying to not show how much she dislikes and fears the idea of pirates, and the change of the topic is greatly helping it.
:is: "An owl? <3" She clears her throat and tries to look a bit more like a professional person or whatever. "Uh... hydroponics? Can you tell me more?" she asks.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 27, 2020, 10:26:07 PM
:is: "Well, they provide useful supplies, and we turn a blind eye to their activities in exchange. Yep, mostly sheep and highland cattle, given the land isn't very fertile, so we use hydroponics and greenhouses quite a bit. But we do a lot more fishing than farming though, being a group of islands. Pet cats are obviously popular, as are sheepdogs, although I had a mad old barn owl that just decided to make it's nest in my house and won't leave"
"Oh? The currents are much warmer down there, hmm hmm?" Doc is intensely focused on Oliver now. "Many issues with sea beasts?"
Oliver's first mistake, of course, was mentioning fishing. But Doc's not going to mention the fish exactly.. he's already gotten in trouble once today.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 27, 2020, 10:56:37 PM
Harald looks up at Marianne, and gestures for her to join them.
THAT guy again? WTF!
Oh. Wait. It's all of them. Not creepy, then; just awkward.
GREAT.
Marianne turns away and does a bad job of hiding the fact that she's taking a huge swig from her bottle of vodka, then puts it away and reluctantly sits down next to Harald. The kitten chooses that moment to escape from her pocket again, climb onto the table, and scream.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 28, 2020, 07:11:15 AM
Saga is politely trying to not show how much she dislikes and fears the idea of pirates, and the change of the topic is greatly helping it.
:is: "An owl? <3 " She clears her throat and tries to look a bit more like a professional person or whatever. "Uh... hydroponics? Can you tell me more?" she asks.
:is: "We grow plants in greenhouses without soil, providing the water and nutrients they need directly by punping liquid to the roots, and using specialised sunlight lamps we found on the mainland during the winter months. It uses a lot of electricity, but we generate that with wind and waves, the two things we have no shortage of."
"Oh? The currents are much warmer down there, hmm hmm?" Doc is intensely focused on Oliver now. "Many issues with sea beasts?"
Oliver's first mistake, of course, was mentioning fishing. But Doc's not going to mention the fish exactly.. he's already gotten in trouble once today.
:is: "Loads of the duckers. But the British have always been a naval people, so we're always killing the bastards for control of our waters, "They've taken our lands, but they're not ducking taking our waters as well" as some put it. In fact " He starts drawing on the other side of the serviette "the flag of the navy is the image of a badger ripping out a sea beast's throat over the union jack."
THAT guy again? WTF!
Oh. Wait. It's all of them. Not creepy, then; just awkward.
GREAT.
Marianne turns away and does a bad job of hiding the fact that she's taking a huge swig from her bottle of vodka, then puts it away and reluctantly sits down next to Harald. The kitten chooses that moment to escape from her pocket again, climb onto the table, and scream.
Oliver reaches out and strokes the kitten, saying :eng: "There, there, hush now, you'll disturb everyone's lunch, little furball", and turns to Marianne, enquiring :is: "Why do you have a kitten in your pocket?"
Post by: Mirasol on December 28, 2020, 07:16:49 AM
Make a good first impression... Well, not first, but...
A lot of the other´s don´t seem to share this concern.
She starts to pay attention to the awkward conversation between Saga and Oliver. Huh, The south is more interesting than she thought.
She smiles at Marianne as she sits down.
THAT guy again? WTF!
Oh. Wait. It's all of them. Not creepy, then; just awkward.
GREAT.
Marianne turns away and does a bad job of hiding the fact that she's taking a huge swig from her bottle of vodka, then puts it away and reluctantly sits down next to Harald. The kitten chooses that moment to escape from her pocket again, climb onto the table, and scream.
":is: Aw, Kitty!" <3 Dísa can´t stop herself.
"Aren´t you the most adorable little thing?" She carefully reaches out her hand. The kitten had no problem with Oliver, but cats tend to not like her, and she doesn´t want to take any chances.
Post by: Kitty on December 28, 2020, 07:34:11 AM
:is: "We grow plants in greenhouses without soil, providing the water and nutrients they need directly by pumping liquid to the roots, and using specialised sunlight lamps we found on the mainland during the winter months. It uses a lot of electricity, but we generate that with wind and waves, the two things we have no shortage of."
:is: "Loads of the duckers. But the British have always been a naval people, so we're always killing the bastards for control of our waters, "They've taken our lands, but they're not ducking taking our waters as well" as some put it. In fact " He starts drawing on the other side of the serviette "the flag of the navy is the image of a badger ripping out a sea beast's throat over the union jack."
Saga listens with interest. They seemed to have found a very efficient way to grow food on what little ground they had, and listening about it was cool. Especially since Oliver knew so much about it.
THAT guy again? WTF!
Oh. Wait. It's all of them. Not creepy, then; just awkward.
GREAT.
Marianne turns away and does a bad job of hiding the fact that she's taking a huge swig from her bottle of vodka, then puts it away and reluctantly sits down next to Harald. The kitten chooses that moment to escape from her pocket again, climb onto the table, and scream.
Oliver reaches out and strokes the kitten, saying :eng: "There, there, hush now, you'll disturb everyone's lunch, little furball", and turns to Marianne, enquiring :is: "Why do you have a kitten in your pocket?"
:is: "I second that question" Saga says. The screaming of the cat was quite... disagreeable. "Is it hungry...?" she says, cutting off a small, soft piece of lamb meat she had and placing it in front of the kitten.
:is: "More importantly" Leif interrupts. "I hope that bottle isn't coming aboard with you, miss Haugen."
"Leif!" she says, clearly shocked. "For gods' sakes, behave!"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 28, 2020, 08:44:28 AM
Saga listens with interest. They seemed to have found a very efficient way to grow food on what little ground they had, and listening about it was cool. Especially since Oliver knew so much about it.
:is: "I second that question" Saga says. The screaming of the cat was quite... disagreeable. "Is it hungry...?" she says, cutting off a small, soft piece of lamb meat she had and placing it in front of the kitten.
:is: "More importantly" Leif interrupts. "I hope that bottle isn't coming aboard with you, miss Haugen."
"Leif!" she says, clearly shocked. "For gods' sakes, behave!"
Oliver turns to look at leif with a look of mild contempt :is: "You're expecting us to do the whole mission completely sober? Clearly the words of a man who's never been to the silent world." He then turns to Marianne and says lightheartedly :dk: "Don't worry, even if he takes it, I've got plenty of scotch whisky for the trip."
Post by: Fuzipeg on December 28, 2020, 09:05:40 AM
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Post by: doorcf on December 28, 2020, 10:57:51 AM
Finishing his food, Alergo looks around while waiting for the waiter so he could pay and suddenly hears a kitten on the table the group from before (which was now bigger) was using.
As the waiter comes and Alergo pays up, Alergo suddenly realizes he doesn't know how to reach the recruitment station for the expedition. Seeing he needed directions (and wanting to see the kitten ujp close) Alergo starts walking towards the group, anouncement paper in hand.
Reaching the group he says
:dk:"Sorry for the interruption, but could you guys help me?"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 28, 2020, 11:22:47 AM
Alergo continues to eat his food although he takes a few second to watch a womna causing a scene about weapon carrying. It gives him a small laugh, good thing she have never been to Östersund, all the cleansers in town would have driven her crazy.
Finishing his food, Alergo looks around while waiting for the waiter so he could pay and suddenly hears a kitten on the table the group from before (which was now bigger) was using.
As the waiter comes and Alergo pays up, Alergo suddenly realizes he doesn't know how to reach the recruitment station for the expedition. Seeing he needed directions (and wanting to see the kitten ujp close) Alergo starts walking towards the group, anouncement paper in hand.
Reaching the group he says
:dk: "Sorry for the interruption, but could you guys help me?"
Oliver turns to face him and says, with a smile, :dk: "Depends on what your problem is."
Post by: Kitty on December 28, 2020, 11:46:27 AM
Oliver turns to look at leif with a look of mild contempt :is: "You're expecting us to do the whole mission completely sober? Clearly the words of a man who's never been to the silent world." He then turns to Marianne and says lightheartedly :dk: "Don't worry, even if he takes it, I've got plenty of scotch whisky for the trip."
Saga gives Oliver a LOOK and turns back to Marianne. :is: "Please ignore him, he has no tact..."
:dk:"Sorry for the interruption, but could you guys help me?"
Oliver turns to face him and says, with a smile, :dk: "Depends on what your problem is."
Thankfully, interrupted again.
:no: "Is there something wrong?" she politely asks the newcomer. "Are you lost?"
Post by: doorcf on December 28, 2020, 12:29:46 PM
:dk: "Well, I arrived not long ago and I want directions on how to get to the adress printed here" says Alergo showing the announcement papers for the expedition
Oliver turns to face him and says, with a smile, :dk: "Depends on what your problem is."
:no: "Is there something wrong?" she politely asks the newcomer. "Are you lost?"
:dk: "Actually kinda" - continues Alergo now also looking at the other person - "Like I said to the good fellow here I would like to know how to get to the adress printed here" sayd Alergo also showing her the announcement paper he has
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 28, 2020, 01:11:27 PM
:is: "Loads of the duckers. But the British have always been a naval people, so we're always killing the bastards for control of our waters, "They've taken our lands, but they're not ducking taking our waters as well" as some put it. In fact " He starts drawing on the other side of the serviette "the flag of the navy is the image of a badger ripping out a sea beast's throat over the union jack."
Oliver reaches out and strokes the kitten, saying :eng: "There, there, hush now, you'll disturb everyone's lunch, little furball", and turns to Marianne, enquiring :is: "Why do you have a kitten in your pocket?"
"Oh... how.... nice..." It's too spooky for Doc. Why would they choose that?? For their flag??
Doc pours out some water into a smaller plate on the table and sets it out in front of the kitten so that it has something to drink, too.
Post by: Kitty on December 28, 2020, 03:16:14 PM
:dk: "Well, I arrived not long ago and I want directions on how to get to the adress printed here" says Alergo showing the announcement papers for the expedition
:dk: "Actually kinda" - continues Alergo now also looking at the other person - "Like I said to the good fellow here I would like to know how to get to the adress printed here" sayd Alergo also showing her the announcement paper he has
:no: "Oh. This is our announcement. Are you looking to get hired for the expedition?" Saga asks. "We need someone with some experience as a commander... do you come with any recommendations?"
Post by: Solokov on December 28, 2020, 03:39:04 PM
Oliver turns to look at leif with a look of mild contempt :is: "You're expecting us to do the whole mission completely sober? Clearly the words of a man who's never been to the silent world." He then turns to Marianne and says lightheartedly :dk: "Don't worry, even if he takes it, I've got plenty of scotch whisky for the trip."
:is: "Oliver's right. Extended work in the south requires alcohol. To clean wounds, numb the nerves, and trade to locals."
He ponders the potato wedge fries, unsure if the cat on board would even eat them. Having never worked at a cattery, he has no idea.
Post by: doorcf on December 28, 2020, 03:59:02 PM
:no: "Oh. This is our announcement. Are you looking to get hired for the expedition?" Saga asks. "We need someone with some experience as a commander... do you come with any recommendations?":dk: "Actually yes, kind of surprised you are are all here though" - says a mildly surprised Alergo - "About my experience, I'm a platoon sergent in the Östersund Cleanser Regiment, I have my cleanser documents back at the place I'm staying if you want to know more"
Alergo then takes his military identification card out of his pocket showing it to the woman in front of him. It has a photo, his name, rank, blood type, job and unit.
Post by: Kitty on December 28, 2020, 05:23:43 PM
:dk: "Actually yes, kind of surprised you are are all here though" - says a mildly surprised Alergo - "About my experience, I'm a platoon sergent in the Östersund Cleanser Regiment, I have my cleanser documents back at the place I'm staying if you want to know more"
Alergo then takes his military identification card out of his pocket showing it to the woman in front of him. It has a photo, his name, rank, blood type, job and unit.
Saga checks his card and it seems to be in order. :is: "Leif, this man would like to join the expedition as our commander" she says.
:is: "What's his deal?"
"Platoon sergeant in Östersund... he doesn't have the documents with him, but they're at his place."
Leif takes the card from her, checking it out as well. He'd know better than her if it was faked, of course he'd want to have a look at it. "I'm assuming he doesn't speak Icelandic. Tell him you and I will go with him to discuss it all. He can join us for lunch, if he wants to. My treat."
"Right." She repeats what Leif said in Norwegian, giving him his card back. She kinda wishes Leif takes back the translator he dismissed yesterday on the grounds he won't need him anymore... oh well. It's not like it was that big of a problem, really. And since she was voted to be a commander by the group, it probably means she will be second in command if he takes over... she might as well get to know him properly, right?
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 29, 2020, 12:36:19 AM
Marianne grabs the kitten before she can go running across the table and holds her in place, glaring furiously at Leif.
:is: "I'll finish it by tomorrow and I do NOT drink on duty."
The kitten gobbles up the lamb bit from Saga and yells for more. Marianne stuffs the little shit into her jacket and turns to Oliver, doing her best to not look like she's about to murder him.
:dk: "I'm trying to get her some food. She's probably an orphan and the local colony has rejected her. And I hate whiskey, but maybe we can work something out anyway."
The jacket muffles the kitten's demands only slightly, and the sooner Marianne gets some food into her, the sooner she'll calm down.
:is: "Excuse me. Hey. HEY! EXCUSE ME! Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I need whatever kind of meat you have ready RIGHT NOW! Please."
Post by: Kitty on December 29, 2020, 08:10:06 AM
Gods damn it, cat, now look what you've done. THREE different people are talking to me at once.
Marriane grabs the kitten before she can go running across the table and holds her in place, glaring furiously at Leif.
:is: "I'll finish it by tomorrow and I do NOT drink on duty."
The kitten gobbles up the lamb bit from Disa and yells for more. Marianne stuffs the little shit into her jacket and turns to Oliver, doing her best to not look like she's about to murder him.
:dk: "I'm trying to get her some food. She's probably an orphan and the local colony has rejected her. And I hate whiskey, but maybe we can work something out anyway."
The jacket muffles the kitten's demands only slightly, and the sooner Marianne gets some food into her, the sooner she'll calm down.
:is: "Excuse me. Hey. HEY! EXCUSE ME! Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I need whatever kind of meat you have ready RIGHT NOW! Please."
:is: "We can't just give you random raw meat like this-" the waiter objects.
Or, well, he tries to. Leif snaps his fingers a few times to get the man's attention. :is: "Lady gave her order. Cook the meat a bit, it's a tiny kitten and needs softer food. If you have issues with a cat in the restaurant, please. Do tell."
After a short and confused pause, the waiter leaves.
In a few minutes, he returns with a small plate of soft, unspiced meat cut into small pieces.
:is: "I heard you say whiskey. Keep up not drinking on duty" Leif says, both to Oliver and Marianne.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 29, 2020, 09:44:13 AM
:no: "Oh. This is our announcement. Are you looking to get hired for the expedition?" Saga asks. "We need someone with some experience as a commander... do you come with any recommendations?"
Harald listens to the conversation silently, looking at Alergo appraisingly.
:is: "We can't just give you random raw meat like this-" the waiter objects.
Or, well, he tries to. Leif snaps his fingers a few times to get the man's attention. :is: "Lady gave her order. Cook the meat a bit, it's a tiny kitten and needs softer food. If you have issues with a cat in the restaurant, please. Do tell."
After a short and confused pause, the waiter leaves.
In a few minutes, he returns with a small plate of soft, unspiced meat cut into small pieces.
:is: "I heard you say whiskey. Keep up not drinking on duty" Leif says, both to Oliver and Marianne.
Harald almost smiles at the byplay, even if he can't understand a word of the conversation between the waiter and Leif.
The man was surprisingly competent.
Post by: doorcf on December 29, 2020, 10:34:46 AM
Saga checks his card and it seems to be in order. :is: "Leif, this man would like to join the expedition as our commander" she says.
:is: "What's his deal?"
"Platoon sergeant in Östersund... he doesn't have the documents with him, but they're at his place."
Leif takes the card from her, checking it out as well. He'd know better than her if it was faked, of course he'd want to have a look at it. "I'm assuming he doesn't speak Icelandic. Tell him you and I will go with him to discuss it all. He can join us for lunch, if he wants to. My treat."
"Right." She repeats what Leif said in Norwegian, giving him his card back. She kinda wishes Leif takes back the translator he dismissed yesterday on the grounds he won't need him anymore... oh well. It's not like it was that big of a problem, really. And since she was voted to be a commander by the group, it probably means she will be second in command if he takes over... she might as well get to know him properly, right?
:dk:"Well, I just finished my food but I can stay for a bit" answers Alergo
Post by: Kitty on December 29, 2020, 11:52:09 AM
:dk:"Well, I just finished my food but I can stay for a bit" answers Alergo
:no: "Please do" Saga says brightly. She doesn't want to leave without finishing her meal, and it would also be super awkward to just leave everybody. Also, Leif is paying, and he said he wants to talk to the man as well. "I am Saga Viggósdóttir, I will be the navigator on this journey."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 29, 2020, 12:13:17 PM
:is: "We can't just give you random raw meat like this-" the waiter objects.
Or, well, he tries to. Leif snaps his fingers a few times to get the man's attention. :is: "Lady gave her order. Cook the meat a bit, it's a tiny kitten and needs softer food. If you have issues with a cat in the restaurant, please. Do tell."
After a short and confused pause, the waiter leaves.
In a few minutes, he returns with a small plate of soft, unspiced meat cut into small pieces.
:is: "I heard you say whiskey. Keep up not drinking on duty" Leif says, both to Oliver and Marianne.
:is: "I have rubbing alcohol- ah, but you shouldn't drink that, I suppose. And Aquavit." Doc finishes his lamb and watches Leif intimidate the waiter with awe.
He nods welcomingly to Alergo. It's good they finally have a commander. He was starting to get nervous.
Post by: doorcf on December 29, 2020, 02:39:55 PM
:no: "Please do" Saga says brightly. She doesn't want to leave without finishing her meal, and it would also be super awkward to just leave everybody. Also, Leif is paying, and he said he wants to talk to the man as well. "I am Saga Viggósdóttir, I will be the navigator on this journey."
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
Post by: Mirasol on December 29, 2020, 02:43:04 PM
Gods damn it, cat, now look what you've done. THREE different people are talking to me at once.
Marriane grabs the kitten before she can go running across the table and holds her in place, glaring furiously at Leif.
:is: "I'll finish it by tomorrow and I do NOT drink on duty."
The kitten gobbles up the lamb bit from Saga and yells for more. Marianne stuffs the little shit into her jacket and turns to Oliver, doing her best to not look like she's about to murder him.
:dk: "I'm trying to get her some food. She's probably an orphan and the local colony has rejected her. And I hate whiskey, but maybe we can work something out anyway."
The jacket muffles the kitten's demands only slightly, and the sooner Marianne gets some food into her, the sooner she'll calm down.
:is: "Excuse me. Hey. HEY! EXCUSE ME! Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I need whatever kind of meat you have ready RIGHT NOW! Please."
Since Dísa only got the Icelandic part of the conversation, and now finally picks up on the fact that the others seem confused by their helmswoman having a kitten in her pocket, she asks,
":is: Is she your cat? Will she be coming on the trip?" Wait. You don´t know this person. Be polite and introduce yourself. "Uhm, sorry. I´m Dísa. And you are?" She reaches out her hand over the table.
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
Dísa has no idea what the man is saying, but since Saga gave the summary, it looks like he´ll be joining their crew. As he apparently doesn´t speak Icelandic she gathers what little Norwegian she´s capable of through classmates in Seiður-academy and greets him.
":no: uh, hello. Welcome."
She isn´t absolutely sure whether she used the right words, but smiles to emphasize the point.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on December 29, 2020, 02:57:38 PM
Saga checks his card and it seems to be in order. :is: "Leif, this man would like to join the expedition as our commander" she says. :is: "What's his deal?""Platoon sergeant in Östersund... he doesn't have the documents with him, but they're at his place."Leif takes the card from her, checking it out as well. He'd know better than her if it was faked, of course he'd want to have a look at it. "I'm assuming he doesn't speak Icelandic. Tell him you and I will go with him to discuss it all. He can join us for lunch, if he wants to. My treat.""Right." She repeats what Leif said in Norwegian, giving him his card back. She kinda wishes Leif takes back the translator he dismissed yesterday on the grounds he won't need him anymore... oh well. It's not like it was that big of a problem, really. And since she was voted to be a commander by the group, it probably means she will be second in command if he takes over... she might as well get to know him properly, right?
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
Oliver turns to look at Alergo, and given the newcomer's military bearing and job title, says with moderate formality :dk: "Lance-Corporal Oliver Harwood, Barra company, scout corps" in correct but rather accented Danish.
Post by: Ragnarok on December 29, 2020, 03:58:42 PM
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
Oliver turns to look at Alergo, and given the newcomer's military bearing and job title, says with moderate formality :dk: "Lance-Corporal Oliver Harwood, Barra company, scout corps" in correct but rather accented Danish.
Well, everyone else seems to be introducing themselves. Might as well. :no: "My name is Harald. I'm the blacksmith," he says stoically.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on December 29, 2020, 08:11:59 PM
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
Oh, introductions. Right. Doc wipes his hands off on his napkin, then wipes off his face. Without realizing, he's just spread lamb sauce over his left cheek.
:dk: "Ludvig Nyman," he says. "Technically Doctor Ludvig Nyman, although of course you don't need to be formal.... I'm a medic. For this expedition. I'm the expedition's medic." He's been talking too long. He shuts up, letting everyone else introduce themselves.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on December 29, 2020, 09:36:56 PM
Since Dísa only got the Icelandic part of the conversation, and now finally picks up on the fact that the others seem confused by their helmswoman having a kitten in her pocket, she asks,
":is: Is she your cat? Will she be coming on the trip?" Wait. You don´t know this person. Be polite and introduce yourself. "Uhm, sorry. I´m Dísa. And you are?" She reaches out her hand over the table.
Marianne returns the handshake.
:is: "Marianne. I guess she is now. I just found her an hour ago. Her mom's probably dead and the local colony were being dicks."
The kitten squirms out of her jacket, still yelling her head off. Fortunately, a small plate of what looks like chopped organs arrives right about then. Approximately 30 seconds later, the plate is empty and the kitten is curled up on Marianne's napkin.
Post by: Solokov on December 30, 2020, 02:22:08 AM
:dk: "Name's Alergo, pleased to meet you" - says Alergo taking an unused chair and sitting down and then nods back the man that nodded at him
With the introductions making their way around the table, Leo gives a curt nod when it's his appropriate time to speak and introduces himself, :fi: "Corporal Leo Kalsea, paramedic on leave out of the Kotlin resource extraction grid."
He returns his attention to the remains of his lunch.
Post by: Mirasol on December 30, 2020, 12:35:57 PM
With the introductions making their way around the table, Leo gives a curt nod when it's his appropriate time to speak and introduces himself, :fi: "Corporal Leo Kalsea, paramedic on leave out of the Kotlin resource extraction grid."
He returns his attention to the remains of his lunch.
Oh, she´s ment to introduce herself to the newcomer too?
":is: Dísa Ánnsdóttir as you probably heard, Seiðkona sorry I don´t know what this means in Norwegian..."
Is this helping? Probably not. But Seiðkona is a pretty universal word, he´ll understand.
Post by: Kitty on December 30, 2020, 02:06:06 PM
Marianne returns the handshake.
:is: "Marianne. I guess she is now. I just found her an hour ago. Her mom's probably dead and the local colony were being dicks."
The kitten squirms out of her jacket, still yelling her head off. Fortunately, a small plate of what looks like chopped organs arrives right about then. Approximately 30 seconds later, the plate is empty and the kitten is curled up on Marianne's napkin.
Cute kitten~ <3
Oh, she´s meant to introduce herself to the newcomer too?
":is: Dísa Ánnsdóttir as you probably heard, Seiðkona sorry I don´t know what this means in Norwegian..."
Is this helping? Probably not. But Seiðkona is a pretty universal word, he´ll understand.
:is: "Don't worry, Dísa, I'll translate for you" Saga assures her. :no: "Dísa is our mage. She's not very fluent in Norwegian." With that, she returns to her meal again.
:is: "Danish... I don't like it. If he starts with some atheistic ideas, don't let it stop you from drawing runes or doing other magic stuff for security" Leif tells the two of them.
"I wasn't planning to. Divination will be very important when I'm deciding on the route."
"Good."
Another man enters the restaurant, spots Leif and gives him a piece of paper before leaving.
"Another telegram...?" Saga asks, trying to have a look.
Leif folds it in half and puts it away. "Not for you. You will have to go speak to Alergo on your own, I have something to do in the office. Dísa, it involves you, too. When we finish the meal, you're coming with me."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 01, 2021, 04:17:42 AM
Wait, WHAT?
:no: "Hey," she says to Harald, "are they SERIOUSLY about to hire some random duckin' guy they just met to be our captain? Or did I miss something?"
Post by: Ragnarok on January 01, 2021, 10:27:45 AM
Marianne belatedly notices that most of the others are either done eating or nearly so, orders "whatever's fastest" for herself, wolfs down what turns out to be lamb, and finally catches up on what everyone else is talking about.
Wait, WHAT?
:no: "Hey," she says to Harald, "are they SERIOUSLY about to hire some random duckin' guy they just met to be our captain? Or did I miss something?"
:no: "I think that with short notice, they will take who they can get," Harald replies. "So, yes. Do not worry. We can always tie him to the mast if he proves incompetent." He smiles slightly.
Post by: Mirasol on January 01, 2021, 11:42:21 AM
Cute kitten~ <3
:is: "Don't worry, Dísa, I'll translate for you" Saga assures her. :no: "Dísa is our mage. She's not very fluent in Norwegian." With that, she returns to her meal again.
Dísa also returns to her meal, but gets distracted by the kitten again. Poor Kitty, all alone... Well, Marianne sure will take care of her. And more cats on a mission into the Silent World are always good.
:is: "Danish... I don't like it. If he starts with some atheistic ideas, don't let it stop you from drawing runes or doing other magic stuff for security" Leif tells the two of them.
"I wasn't planning to. Divination will be very important when I'm deciding on the route."
"Good."
Another man enters the restaurant, spots Leif and gives him a piece of paper before leaving.
"Another telegram...?" Saga asks, trying to have a look.
Leif folds it in half and puts it away. "Not for you. You will have to go speak to Alergo on your own, I have something to do in the office. Dísa, it involves you, too. When we finish the meal, you're coming with me."
Dísa looks up when she hears her name being spoken. ":is: Hm...? Uh, ok."
She isn´t hungry anymore anyways. She still has some left-overs, but decides to just carry them with her. Their boat surely has a fridge. If not, maybe their other cat likes lamb. The next time the waiter passes the crew´s table she asks for a bag to put the food in. Then she turns back to Leif.
"I´d be done. What do you need me for?"
Post by: Kitty on January 01, 2021, 01:50:38 PM
:no: "I think that with short notice, they will take who they can get," Harald replies. "So, yes. Do not worry. We can always tie him to the mast if he proves incompetent." He smiles slightly.
:no: "Please also consider the fact that we will not hire him if he's incompetent. It's a job interview, it's not decided just yet" Saga says. Which she'll have to do on her own... because Leif is up to something...
She's torn between feeling bad for having to do an interview on her own for the second time today, and this time completely alone, without Leif, and feeling bad about the fact that Leif was up to something. When Leif is up to something, nothing good comes from it. Not when he doesn't feel like telling her about it.
...whatever. She quickly finishes her meal to not keep people waiting.
Dísa also returns to her meal, but gets distracted by the kitten again. Poor Kitty, all alone... Well, Marianne sure will take care of her. And more cats on a mission into the Silent World are always good.
Dísa looks up when she hears her name being spoken. ":is: Hm...? Uh, ok."
She isn´t hungry anymore anyways. She still has some left-overs, but decides to just carry them with her. Their boat surely has a fridge. If not, maybe their other cat likes lamb. The next time the waiter passes the crew´s table she asks for a bag to put the food in. Then she turns back to Leif.
"I´d be done. What do you need me for?"
While she's packing up, Leif pays for everything the group ate. :is: "Not here, in the office. Saga, deal with our Sergeant. Let's go."
:no: "Right. Uh, Sergeant Alergo, I would like to see your papers, please. Lead the way" she says, getting up.
Leif leaves the restaurant.
Post by: doorcf on January 01, 2021, 06:03:21 PM
While she's packing up, Leif pays for everything the group ate. :is: "Not here, in the office. Saga, deal with Lieutenant. Let's go."Alergo also get up and looks at Saga
:no: "Right. Uh, Lieutenant Alergo, I would like to see your papers, please. Lead the way" she says, getting up.
Leif leaves the restaurant.
:dk: "Ok then, follow me" says Alergo and starts guiding Saga to the place he is staying at
Post by: Kitty on January 01, 2021, 06:24:36 PM
Alergo also get up and looks at Saga
:dk: "Ok then, follow me" says Alergo and starts guiding Saga to the place he is staying at
Saga follows him, trying to think of something to break the proverbial ice.
Conversation conversation conversation
Come on, she can do it.
:no: "So, uh... Have you been in Iceland for long?" she tries.
Post by: Mirasol on January 01, 2021, 07:29:49 PM
:no: "Please also consider the fact that we will not hire him if he's incompetent. It's a job interview, it's not decided just yet" Saga says. Which she'll have to do on her own... because Leif is up to something...
She's torn between feeling bad for having to do an interview on her own for the second time today, and this time completely alone, without Leif, and feeling bad about the fact that Leif was up to something. When Leif is up to something, nothing good comes from it. Not when he doesn't feel like telling her about it.
...whatever. She quickly finishes her meal to not keep people waiting.
While she's packing up, Leif pays for everything the group ate. :is: "Not here, in the office. Saga, deal with our Sergeant. Let's go."
:no: "Right. Uh, Sergeant Alergo, I would like to see your papers, please. Lead the way" she says, getting up.
Leif leaves the restaurant.
Dísa sais goodbye to the others and follows Leif to the office. She does wonder what he wants from here all of a sudden. She just hopes it´s nothing serious. And nothing that might keep her from going on this mission last minute. She also still has the rest of the runes to tend to. And there was this pastry-store she saw on her way to the port. The bit of money she did take with her should be just enough for one or two things...
Post by: doorcf on January 02, 2021, 02:01:59 AM
Saga follows him, trying to think of something to break the proverbial ice.
Conversation conversation conversation
Come on, she can do it.
:no: "So, uh... Have you been in Iceland for long?" she tries.
:dk: "Not really" answers Alergo "I just arrived yesterday which is why I was asking for directions"
"So what gave you guys the idea to start an expedition?"
Post by: Kitty on January 02, 2021, 05:42:10 AM
:dk: "Not really" answers Alergo "I just arrived yesterday which is why I was asking for directions"
"So what gave you guys the idea to start an expedition?"
Ah! Conversation. Friends. Good.
:no: "Ah, well, Leif mostly. He's very smart, competent and a historian, and he could think of ways to fund it, he just needed a few competent people as advisors. We met in college and became friends and after a few years of discussing logistics of the journey he decided to put me in charge of planning supplies and stuff, while he finds people. When I said I want to go on the expedition, too, he said I need to be more useful than just a linguist. Several crash courses in navigation, some classes I picked up from geography college, a few field trips through the Icelandic mountains without getting lost or needing help... he saw I was serious about it and said I'm in" she says. Leif also had several rants about allowing a non-immune woman with no military experience on board of a ship headed to the far south for several months, without any contact with Iceland and no ways to organize a rescue mission. After taking shooting lessons, those stopped, too.
~~~
Dísa sais goodbye to the others and follows Leif to the office. She does wonder what he wants from here all of a sudden. She just hopes it´s nothing serious. And nothing that might keep her from going on this mission last minute. She also still has the rest of the runes to tend to. And there was this pastry-store she saw on her way to the port. The bit of money she did take with her should be just enough for one or two things...
Leif marches off in the direction of their office. By the time they arrive, there is a woman standing by the door, holding a packet with a letter on top.
"Yo, Leif."
"Inge. Is this all they've got?" he asks, taking the packet.
"All they were willing to part with."
"You're joking."
"Absolutely not. You already harassed your way to half of the old world maps, atlases and navigation tools. They'll be left with nothing."
Self-control, Leif. "My crew will be left with nothing if they die out there."
The woman steps back. Evidently, the self-control failed. "You should have considered that before you planned this. Work with what you have. Goodbye, Leif."
As she walks away, Leif takes a deep breath, before turning to Dísa with his usual arrogant and annoying smile. "What a woman, isn't she?" he brightly says, unlocking the office. He sets the packet down and reads through the letter quickly. It had... nothing new.
"You aren't Saga, so you don't know how much I like my monologues. Don't interrupt me" he starts. "I am by no means a mage so I can't really claim to have any expertise here, but after reading through enough materials and field reports, I believe both of us can agree that regional religions, folklore and Old World beliefs influence the creatures roaming in the Silent World to some degree. Case in point, the wolves and their differences in the three countries they were spotted in so far." He crumples the letter and throws it into the trash. "Which of course had me turn my head to the other countries of Europe and North Africa, and their religion and folklore. Unfortunately, attempts to look into it after almost a century and a half of us returning to our own roots were... annoying at best. Not to mention it was hard to determine which religions would matter. In the many centuries before the Illness, Nordic religions were almost lost to the time as Christianity and some other monotheistic ones became more popular. But here we are, and Odin is with us again, while the Old World God seems to barely hold any influence in the North." He points at the map behind him. "In the Old World, they really liked monotheism. The so-called Abrahamic religions were followed in pretty much all of Europe and northern areas of Africa. They worshiped the same god, the God in their opinion, and wrote several holy books about him and what he was up to..." He takes a switchblade out of his pocket and unpacks the three books that were delivered to them. "Right. There are three main Abrahamic religions: Christianity, Judaism and Islam. All originated in the Middle East" he knocks on the spot on the map behind him "with Christianity taking over the Europe and dividing into several sub-categories, Islam taking over Arabian peninsula, North Africa, Near and Middle East and also dividing into several sub-categories, and with Judaism being... around. Like dots, in both areas. What I was able to procure is this, a Bible as they called it" he says, putting in on the table. "It contains Old Testament, which is a part of both Judaism and Christianity, and New Testament which is where the two more or less split away from each other. Originally the book was meant to be in Latin only, but thankfully some people violently objected to it and it was translated into local languages. Like Icelandic" he brightly smiles. "Unfortunately, I don't have a proper Tanakh, which was the holy book for Judaism, but as Inga politely said, work with what you have. Similarities between the two should be enough... I hope. Odin, I hope." He makes a small pause before continuing. "Qur'an is the holy book for the religion of Islam, which is the newest of the Abrahamic religions. I also couldn't get my hands on it, so have a collection of their stories from long ago, which reference some of the spirits and such that were integrated into their religion from the previous ones, before monotheism took over. It's called One Thousand And One Nights, and hopefully it will be enough to navigate through at least some of the Old World folklore from those areas and help you connect the dots should you encounter spirits and region-specific monsters."
He takes a deep breath before continuing with his lesson.
"And now we've only had a chance to scratch the surface of Old World religions. If we go farther back, we can see that pretty much every tribe from long ago had its own folklore. Yay. Nordic, Germanic, Slavic, Celtic, Gaelic, Lusitanian - maybe, Greek and Roman mythologies in Europe, Egyptian, Babylonian, Sumerian, and too-many-to-count lost ones in North Africa, all potential sources of folklore and whatever other thing that could influence behavior of spirits and beasts out there. Obviously, I have no clue about the lost ones. Oliver might know a thing or two about Celtic and Gaelic mythologies. I have no clue about Lusitanian, Babylonian or Sumerian, but I do know some of the Babylonian might have had some influence on some stories in Judaism. Maybe. It's more or less lost, too. Nordic and Germanic are very similar, with my limited knowledge I'd dare call them the same but with names of gods and spirits changed, Slavic is similar to Nordic in spirit but not in letter and also heavily depends on the region because Old World Slavs separated in several smaller groups, and Greek and Roman mythologies had... well, Roman more or less copied the Greek Parthenon with some names changed and some original stuff from Italian Peninsula adapted." He shows areas of every religion on the map as he speaks. "Romans for a while held large areas of Europe, and were later Christianized. Depending on the age, Romans heavily disliked local religions. Celtic, Gaelic and Lusitanian suffered from it. Greek mythology is more well-known, and from what I know I can tell you immediately to stay the hell away from both Italy and Greece. Their gods were petty and vicious and constantly bothered mortals. If you run into anyone worshiping Greek gods, get back on the ship and leave before one of them decides it would be a fun prank to start a ten-year-long war." He takes out the last book with an annoyed look on his face. "Meet the Illiad. Enjoy reading it. Less important than the first two, but here to give you all the reasons why you should not go to Greece or Italy. And finally" he says, knocking on the map where Egypt used to be "Egyptian mythologies. I have... no idea. They had several gods, they liked the sun, their empire lasted for thousands of years and who they worshiped the most apparently kept changing with their kings. Name for the king is 'Pharaoh', they were considered gods, and when they died they were mummified. The mummies had a fun rep even back in the Old World, so I'd rather not think about what the Illness and return of the gods made of them. Avoid any and all pyramidal structures. If you find a temple door buried in the sand, leave quickly and quietly."
Post by: Mirasol on January 02, 2021, 08:13:07 AM
Leif marches off in the direction of their office. By the time they arrive, there is a woman standing by the door, holding a packet with a letter on top.
"Yo, Leif."
"Inge. Is this all they've got?" he asks, taking the packet.
"All they were willing to part with."
"You're joking."
"Absolutely not. You already harassed your way to half of the old world maps, atlases and navigation tools. They'll be left with nothing."
Self-control, Leif. "My crew will be left with nothing if they die out there."
The woman steps back. Evidently, the self-control failed. "You should have considered that before you planned this. Work with what you have. Goodbye, Leif."
As she walks away, Leif takes a deep breath, before turning to Dísa with his usual arrogant and annoying smile. "What a woman, isn't she?" he brightly says, unlocking the office. He sets the packet down and reads through the letter quickly. It had... nothing new.
Dísa is repeatedly impressed by how quickly Leif is able to switch between "decent human-being" and "absolute asshole". But she just smiles and says nothing when he adresses her.
"You aren't Saga, so you don't know how much I like my monologues. Don't interrupt me" he starts. "I am by no means a mage so I can't really claim to have any expertise here, but after reading through enough materials and field reports, I believe both of us can agree that regional religions, folklore and Old World beliefs influence the creatures roaming in the Silent World to some degree. Case in point, the wolves and their differences in the three countries they were spotted in so far." He crumples the letter and throws it into the trash. "Which of course had me turn my head to the other countries of Europe and North Africa, and their religion and folklore. Unfortunately, attempts to look into it after almost a century and a half of us returning to our own roots were... annoying at best. Not to mention it was hard to determine which religions would matter. In the many centuries before the Illness, Nordic religions were almost lost to the time as Christianity and some other monotheistic ones became more popular. But here we are, and Odin is with us again, while the Old World God seems to barely hold any influence in the North." He points at the map behind him. "In the Old World, they really liked monotheism. The so-called Abrahamic religions were followed in pretty much all of Europe and northern areas of Africa. They worshiped the same god, the God in their opinion, and wrote several holy books about him and what he was up to..." He takes a switchblade out of his pocket and unpacks the three books that were delivered to them. "Right. There are three main Abrahamic religions: Christianity, Judaism and Islam. All originated in the Middle East" he knocks on the spot on the map behind him "with Christianity taking over the Europe and dividing into several sub-categories, Islam taking over Arabian peninsula, North Africa, Near and Middle East and also dividing into several sub-categories, and with Judaism being... around. Like dots, in both areas. What I was able to procure is this, a Bible as they called it" he says, putting in on the table. "It contains Old Testament, which is a part of both Judaism and Christianity, and New Testament which is where the two more or less split away from each other. Originally the book was meant to be in Latin only, but thankfully some people violently objected to it and it was translated into local languages. Like Icelandic" he brightly smiles. "Unfortunately, I don't have a proper Tanakh, which was the holy book for Judaism, but as Inga politely said, work with what you have. Similarities between the two should be enough... I hope. Odin, I hope." He makes a small pause before continuing. "Qur'an is the holy book for the religion of Islam, which is the newest of the Abrahamic religions. I also couldn't get my hands on it, so have a collection of their stories from long ago, which reference some of the spirits and such that were integrated into their religion from the previous ones, before monotheism took over. It's called One Thousand And One Nights, and hopefully it will be enough to navigate through at least some of the Old World folklore from those areas and help you connect the dots should you encounter spirits and region-specific monsters."
He takes a deep breath before continuing with his lesson.
"And now we've only had a chance to scratch the surface of Old World religions. If we go farther back, we can see that pretty much every tribe from long ago had its own folklore. Yay. Nordic, Germanic, Slavic, Celtic, Gaelic, Lusitanian - maybe, Greek and Roman mythologies in Europe, Egyptian, Babylonian, Sumerian, and too-many-to-count lost ones in North Africa, all potential sources of folklore and whatever other thing that could influence behavior of spirits and beasts out there. Obviously, I have no clue about the lost ones. Oliver might know a thing or two about Celtic and Gaelic mythologies. I have no clue about Lusitanian, Babylonian or Sumerian, but I do know some of the Babylonian might have had some influence on some stories in Judaism. Maybe. It's more or less lost, too. Nordic and Germanic are very similar, with my limited knowledge I'd dare call them the same but with names of gods and spirits changed, Slavic is similar to Nordic in spirit but not in letter and also heavily depends on the region because Old World Slavs separated in several smaller groups, and Greek and Roman mythologies had... well, Roman more or less copied the Greek Parthenon with some names changed and some original stuff from Italian Peninsula adapted." He shows areas of every religion on the map as he speaks. "Romans for a while held large areas of Europe, and were later Christianized. Depending on the age, Romans heavily disliked local religions. Celtic, Gaelic and Lusitanian suffered from it. Greek mythology is more well-known, and from what I know I can tell you immediately to stay the hell away from both Italy and Greece. Their gods were petty and vicious and constantly bothered mortals. If you run into anyone worshiping Greek gods, get back on the ship and leave before one of them decides it would be a fun prank to start a ten-year-long war." He takes out the last book with an annoyed look on his face. "Meet the Illiad. Enjoy reading it. Less important than the first two, but here to give you all the reasons why you should not go to Greece or Italy. And finally" he says, knocking on the map where Egypt used to be "Egyptian mythologies. I have... no idea. They had several gods, they liked the sun, their empire lasted for thousands of years and who they worshiped the most apparently kept changing with their kings. Name for the king is 'Pharaoh', they were considered gods, and when they died they were mummified. The mummies had a fun rep even back in the Old World, so I'd rather not think about what the Illness and return of the gods made of them. Avoid any and all pyramidal structures. If you find a temple door buried in the sand, leave quickly and quietly."
Since her boss likes listening to his own voice so much, she doesn´t interrupt him, even though almost nothing he tells her is really news to her. She did study old-world-mythology for three years, after all. She nods at the relevant places when he asks for agreement.
That he will entrust them with real, complete versions of the Bible, the Iliad and "One Thousand And One Nights" though, is really awesome. And will be really helpfull! She tries to not look overly excited, which works... to some degree.
":is: Wow, thank you. You will be happy to hear that I read most of the Iliad already, and parts of the Odyssee, which is the book following the Iliad. I studied old-world-mythology with an emphasis on ancient Greece and Egypt in Reykjavík for the past three years, so in the Egypt-department, I should have you covered as well. I have a few books with me that sum up some of the important myths and legends in both of these Religions. But the full version of the Iliad will still be a huge help, there´s always important details a summary might miss."
She looks at the other two books again.
"I did have a class regarding the Abrahamic religions, and read small parts of their holy books, but my knowledge of them is a lot worse. but from what I do know, yes, the Old Testament should tell us enough about Judaism too. I guess I know now what I´ll be reading tonight. For other, smaller religions, I only know very few legends. My teacher told us that almost nothing is known about them here anymore."
Post by: Kitty on January 02, 2021, 08:55:45 AM
Dísa is repeatedly impressed by how quickly Leif is able to switch between "decent human-being" and "absolute asshole". But she just smiles and says nothing when he adresses her.
Since her boss likes listening to his own voice so much, she doesn´t interrupt him, even though almost nothing he tells her is really news to her. She did study old-world-mythology for three years, after all. She nods at the relevant places when he asks for agreement.
That he will entrust them with real, complete versions of the Bible, the Iliad and "One Thousand And One Nights" though, is really awesome. And will be really helpful! She tries to not look overly excited, which works... to some degree.
":is: Wow, thank you. You will be happy to hear that I read most of the Iliad already, and parts of the Odyssee, which is the book following the Iliad. I studied old-world-mythology with an emphasis on ancient Greece and Egypt in Reykjavík for the past three years, so in the Egypt-department, I should have you covered as well. I have a few books with me that sum up some of the important myths and legends in both of these Religions. But the full version of the Iliad will still be a huge help, there´s always important details a summary might miss."
She looks at the other two books again.
"I did have a class regarding the Abrahamic religions, and read small parts of their holy books, but my knowledge of them is a lot worse. but from what I do know, yes, the Old Testament should tell us enough about Judaism too. I guess I know now what I´ll be reading tonight. For other, smaller religions, I only know very few legends. My teacher told us that almost nothing is known about them here anymore."
:is: "Grand! I do enjoy working with educated people. What else... Ah, yes. This area" he says, knocking on the north of Germany "is off-limits. Don't go there, don't go near that coast and definitely don't go far in. From the heavily censored reports I got my hands on, I can tell you that there is intense supernatural activity happening in those areas, making them so dangerous the group will probably last for less than a day there. And also, there might be human survivors there. Also too dangerous to approach. I heard of an encyclopedia in three parts written by a mage from there, listing every hostile entity and group, but sadly couldn't get my hands on any copies. If you get stranded, don't head straight north. Go to France or Baltic, and I'll figure a way to pick you up from there. I'm looking for a retired mage to hire so that you can reach them to give me occasional reports, since our radio can't reach to the distance you'll be going... And finally, these are borrowed" he says, lightly tapping the books. "I'd prefer them returned. But it's just things, so don't risk your life for it. If you get stranded, pack food and water, not books. Any questions?"
Post by: Mirasol on January 02, 2021, 09:50:51 AM
:is: "Grand! I do enjoy working with educated people. What else... Ah, yes. This area" he says, knocking on the north of Germany "is off-limits. Don't go there, don't go near that coast and definitely don't go far in. From the heavily censored reports I got my hands on, I can tell you that there is intense supernatural activity happening in those areas, making them so dangerous the group will probably last for less than a day there. And also, there might be human survivors there. Also too dangerous to approach. I heard of an encyclopedia in three parts written by a mage from there, listing every hostile entity and group, but sadly couldn't get my hands on any copies. If you get stranded, don't head straight north. Go to France or Baltic, and I'll figure a way to pick you up from there. I'm looking for a retired mage to hire so that you can reach them to give me occasional reports, since our radio can't reach to the distance you'll be going... And finally, these are borrowed" he says, lightly tapping the books. "I'd prefer them returned. But it's just things, so don't risk your life for it. If you get stranded, pack food and water, not books. Any questions?"
":is: I´ll do my best. You have told Saga about the areas that are off-limits, right? And, when you found a mage to contact us, please tell me as quick as possible. It´s really difficult to find somebody in the dreamspace that I don´t know personally, or at least haven´t seen before. Do you need me for anything else? Oh, and do you have something to safely transport the books with?"
Post by: Ragnarok on January 02, 2021, 09:53:45 AM
Post by: Kitty on January 02, 2021, 10:00:26 AM
":is: I´ll do my best. You have told Saga about the areas that are off-limits, right? And, when you found a mage to contact us, please tell me as quick as possible. It´s really difficult to find somebody in the dreamspace that I don´t know personally, or at least haven´t seen before. Do you need me for anything else? Oh, and do you have something to safely transport the books with?"
"Saga read those reports, so yes, she knows. I'll grab a mage as soon as possible. I have your photo and your file, so they can find you... if they'll be Icelandic. I'll try to have somebody Icelandic. As for the books... I don't think I have a proper glass case for them... Yeah, maybe just a bag that's waterproof. One moment..." He goes off to dig through the stuff to find a bag for the books. "Oh and, keep those away from Saga. No, wait, even better - say they're yours if she asks."
Post by: Mirasol on January 02, 2021, 01:14:15 PM
"Saga read those reports, so yes, she knows. I'll grab a mage as soon as possible. I have your photo and your file, so they can find you... if they'll be Icelandic. I'll try to have somebody Icelandic. As for the books... I don't think I have a proper glass case for them... Yeah, maybe just a bag that's waterproof. One moment..." He goes off to dig through the stuff to find a bag for the books. "Oh and, keep those away from Saga. No, wait, even better - say they're yours if she asks."
":is: O...kay?" Dísa doesn´t feel great about being told to lie to her coworker, but if Leif says so...
Anyways. Good, the mage will find her. Even if they´re a Finnish one, she´ll just wait close to the edge of her dreamspace and let them in.
"Thank you for the bag. I´ll go back to the boat then."
She decides to go to the pastry-store right now before it closes, and retuns to the boat with one bag filled with books, one with leftover-lamb and one with vanilla-Kleinas. She already looks forward to eating them. Judging by the sounds coming from the forge, Harald is already back as well. She decides this might be a good moment to finally get herself a cabin, and chooses the one that is the furthest away from the forge that is still free. After loading all her stuff in there, she goes to take a look at the kitchen to put the rest of her food into the fridge, not before writing her name and the date onto the bag.
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With most of the crew leaving the restaurant Leo slides out of his seat, collects his rifle and takes his leave as well.
While at first, he does appear to head towards the docks, he turns off towards one of the pier side motels instead and checks himself back in before sitting down at the attached outdoor cafe in front, to nurse a coffee and pastry while reading a rather well worn book.
Interestingly, his seat and lodgings affords him a good view of the dockyard, offices, and most importantly the Leif's And.
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Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 02, 2021, 05:35:43 PM
Harald takes Leif's departure as a sign to head back to the ship. He quickly gets to work sharpening the harpoon and arrowheads he'd made earlier in the day.
Oliver finishes his hákarl with little ceremony. It was pungent, but still not as bad as the time he tried to deep fry troll meat while very drunk. As he follows Harald out of the resteraunt, he doesn't turn to head back to the ship with the blacksmith, but turns the other way down the street, apparently having seen something specific to him. As he heads up the road past the market stalls, until a short young woman runs towards him and jumps, and he catches her as he braces, continuing the hug for a bit before putting her down.
:sct: "Oliver! What are you doing here? You weren't on the boat with me, James and Sara, and you weren't at the first talk... Anyway, it's great to see you."
:sct: "I'm not here for the talks, one of the Icelandic academics from when we went on the argyll survey recommended me to this rich kid who wants to send an expedition down to somewhere called the suez canal, about 3 and a half thousand miles south east from home, we're leaving tomorrow. But enough about what I'm up to, how did your drawings go down with the university people?"
:sct: "Oh, they loved them. They thought James and Sara were great as well. But if you're going away for that long, on something that dangerous, there's some things I need to give to you." From her satchel, she takes an object thickly wrapped in oiled cloth. Oliver takes it and peeks in at it. The handle of the old webley revolver, engraved with the names of each of the 9 owners since it had been manufactured in the last great war before the rash. From Captain Charles Muncey, to Emily Muncey, the black haired artist with eyes the colour of an overcast sky standing in front of me. He smiles and replies :sct: "I'll have to look after it unless I want your ancestors coming out of Annwn to bother me while I'm already in the silent world."
She hands him the other item, this one a simple envelope. :sct: "Don't open it until you're just about to get back, please. It'll ruin it."
He considers asking about what he should do if he knows he's going to die at a time while he's in the silent world, but realises with uncharecteristic tact that it'd ruin the moment, so he just takes it and puts it in his breast pocket and smiles again with unusual sincerity. :sct: "You know I wouldn't do that Emi. Neither of us want that sort of moment ruined."
:sct: "Do you know where to find the "office" where James and Sara said they were going? I don't know enough Icelandic to understand anyone I've tried asking for help, and obviously no one speaks ."
:sct: "Yep, I think I know the one you're talking about. Come on then." He affectionately ruffles her carefully braided hair, then starts to walk back to leif's office.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on January 02, 2021, 06:46:16 PM
His organizational system is based on what he used to use at the university... so, only he could possibly understand it. It's written in a mixture of swedish and icelandic, only half labelled, and frankly looks like a complete mess. But after half an hour or so, Doc nods, satisfied. Yes, this should work nicely.
Now, to figure out where they'll quarantine people if necessary... they'll need a decontamination section for anything that may have been in contact...
Post by: doorcf on January 02, 2021, 07:38:12 PM
Ah! Conversation. Friends. Good.:dk: "So he is a historian? That's nice and I read history books whenever I'm not dealing with platoon shenanigans or reading a biology book. I'm a biologist by the way, although one that joined the military to test a personal theory and remained there since." - says Alergo happy to have some conversation while walking to the place he is staying at - "I may also be biased because I'm a cleanser but I agree with your friend in that regard, I have yet to have a mission in which there have not been a surprise firefight against a small horde of trolls and beasts. Good thing most of the platoon are immune or we would have had bigger troubles."
:no: "Ah, well, Leif mostly. He's very smart, competent and a historian, and he could think of ways to fund it, he just needed a few competent people as advisors. We met in college and became friends and after a few years of discussing logistics of the journey he decided to put me in charge of planning supplies and stuff, while he finds people. When I said I want to go on the expedition, too, he said I need to be more useful than just a linguist. Several crash courses in navigation, some classes I picked up from geography college, a few field trips through the Icelandic mountains without getting lost or needing help... he saw I was serious about it and said I'm in" she says. Leif also had several rants about allowing a non-immune woman with no military experience on board of a ship headed to the far south for several months, without any contact with Iceland and no ways to organize a rescue mission. After taking shooting lessons, those stopped, too.
Suddenly he remembres something and chuckles a bit
"Also, I'm a platoon sergeant, the lieutenant is my boss and he would scream my ears off if he learned I let people call me lieutenant"
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 02, 2021, 07:40:13 PM
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Svenny hears the large male start to beat shiny stones again, and decides that for now, his nap is over. He gets up and stretches, and lopes away down the corridor, and around the place. He must get acquainted with the others at least, and decides to poke his nose into every room, giving a short "brrrt?" as a greeting. He will stop at the first one that responds, and sit down in the doorway, awaiting some, any form of interaction. He knows not to invade private spaces that have now been claimed.
Post by: Kitty on January 03, 2021, 04:32:03 AM
:dk: "So he is a historian? That's nice and I read history books whenever I'm not dealing with platoon shenanigans or reading a biology book. I'm a biologist by the way, although one that joined the military to test a personal theory and remained there since." - says Alergo happy to have some conversation while walking to the place he is staying at - "I may also be biased because I'm a cleanser but I agree with your friend in that regard, I have yet to have a mission in which there have not been a surprise firefight against a small horde of trolls and beasts. Good thing most of the platoon are immune or we would have had bigger troubles."
Suddenly he remembers something and chuckles a bit
"Also, I'm a platoon sergeant, the lieutenant is my boss and he would scream my ears off if he learned I let people call me lieutenant"
:no: "Ah... I'm sorry" she says. "There are some differences between Danish and Norwegian, and neither Leif nor I have any military experience. It was an honest mistake." She pauses for a bit. "And I'm not stupid. I'll stay out of the way of proper soldiers when we're in danger, and I won't go off board unless it's completely safe. And I'll make sure there's always someone with me on deck at night, when I'm doing my navigation stuff." She wonders if it's polite to ask... but he probably wouldn't have mentioned... "So, how does a biologist end up in the army? What theory did you have?"
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:sct: "Yep, I think I know the one you're talking about. Come on then." He affectionately ruffles her carefully braided hair, then starts to walk back to leif's office.
Leif is vibing in his office, doing paperwork. He is quite happy with himself and a lesson he held.
He is feeling
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:sparkle: fabulous :sparkle:
Post by: Mirasol on January 03, 2021, 06:28:02 AM
Svenny hears the large male start to beat shiny stones again, and decides that for now, his nap is over. He gets up and stretches, and lopes away down the corridor, and around the place. He must get acquainted with the others at least, and decides to poke his nose into every room, giving a short "brrrt?" as a greeting. He will stop at the first one that responds, and sit down in the doorway, awaiting some, any form of interaction. He knows not to invade private spaces that have now been claimed.
It takes Dísa a while to find a pen. Apparently she had put her pencilcase right at the bottom of her backpack. (Because of course. What you need first is always at the bottom.) She is just finished writing everything on the foodbag when she hears the cat in her doorway.
"Oh, hey there." she sais quietly to not scare him away.
The bag still in her hand, she kneels down in front of the cat and reaches out her hand to pet it. But carefully. An adult cat´s bite hurts.
Post by: doorcf on January 03, 2021, 12:19:57 PM
:no: "Ah... I'm sorry" she says. "There are some differences between Danish and Norwegian, and neither Leif nor I have any military experience. It was an honest mistake." She pauses for a bit. "And I'm not stupid. I'll stay out of the way of proper soldiers when we're in danger, and I won't go off board unless it's completely safe. And I'll make sure there's always someone with me on deck at night, when I'm doing my navigation stuff." She wonders if it's polite to ask... but he probably wouldn't have mentioned... "So, how does a biologist end up in the army? What theory did you have?"
:dk: "Yeah, I know, don't worry about it, you have not idea how common a civilian mixing ranks" - says Alergo
:dk: "About the theory, it is about the fact that the rash has a strong magical component in its infection mechanism and as such amgic is a major factor on why we can't make a vaccine that work since that mechanism is still unknown for most part and we don't know how magic might be integrated into it, problem was that the research group I was in didn't really considered magic to be a factor. Bloody swedes."
Says Alergo with a bit of frustration showing
:dk: "I stayed there a few years but soon got tired of no one even trying to consider magic into the ecuation while at the same time having no real advace on the vaccine development. I ended in the military since for me it was the best place I could get samples of rash infected individuals and animals and how they reacted to magic of differrent types. Let me say you, my family wasn't that happy about my change of job but ended accepting it."
Alergo sighs and smiles
:dk: "There, I got immediatly attached to the current platoon I'm in, all a bunch of weirdos that do crazy stuff and me being a biologist more interested on researching the rash to kill it later than killing it directly in the field, fitted right in." - Alergo shurgs - "My research there was not as productive as I expected but I has given me a lot of knowledge about magic while making many friends and blowing a lot of stuff up. Considering the crazy stuff people says there is on the silent world I think I will get the information I need or at least I hope I get a breakthrough somewhere."
As they continue to walk the pair reaches the place Alergo is staying it and after getting the keys both him and Saga go into the rented room. There is a small bes, a small kitchen, a small refrigerator, a small bathroom, a desk, a table and a few chairs. There is also a crate that is obviously not a original part of the room.
:dk: "Please, take a seat" - says Alergo to Saga pointing at the table while he moves towards the desk - "I will get my documents"
Suddenly a pair of cats start meowing, one is over the refrigerator, the other under the bed
:dk: "Ah, those are my cats, both are female"
:es: "Kota, Chiqui, come here girls" - says Alergo while getting his documents while both cats come and get on the table looking curiously at Saga
:dk: "If they can't come, I have one of my uncles here that loves both of them and can take care of them if needed" - explains Alergo document now in his hands
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 03, 2021, 01:49:40 PM
:no: "Ah... I'm sorry" she says. "There are some differences between Danish and Norwegian, and neither Leif nor I have any military experience. It was an honest mistake." She pauses for a bit. "And I'm not stupid. I'll stay out of the way of proper soldiers when we're in danger, and I won't go off board unless it's completely safe. And I'll make sure there's always someone with me on deck at night, when I'm doing my navigation stuff." She wonders if it's polite to ask... but he probably wouldn't have mentioned... "So, how does a biologist end up in the army? What theory did you have?"
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Leif is vibing in his office, doing paperwork. He is quite happy with himself and a lesson he held.
He is feeling
distinctly
:sparkle: fabulous :sparkle:
As Leif vibes away in his office, a loud knock comes at the door, clearly from someone used to thicker doors with more insulation.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 03, 2021, 01:54:21 PM
Post by: Kitty on January 03, 2021, 04:32:12 PM
Suddenly a pair of cats start meowing, one is over the refrigerator, the other under the bed
:dk: "Ah, those are my cats, both are female"
:es: "Kota, Chiqui, come here girls" - says Alergo while getting his documents while both cats come and get on the table looking curiously at Saga
:dk: "If they can't come, I have one of my uncles here that loves both of them and can take care of them if needed" - explains Alergo document now in his hands
:no: "Aww, they're cute. I'm not sure if we have space for them... We could ask Leif." Saga takes the documents from Alergo, takes a seat and starts reading through the papers.
From what she knows of the Swedish cleansers, this is neither particularly impressive nor lousy. He did seem to be coming with all the recommendations he promised... and Leif didn't react to his card, so that isn't a fake, either... But then again, is a Sergeant really a rank high enough to be taken on as a commander for this... She really wishes Leif was there with her. Knowing him, he's probably preaching something to poor Dísa.
But he also knows a foreign language... and unlike Leif's original assumption, he isn't an atheist, so he won't be annoying them for relying on a mage...
He is also friendly and agreeable enough, it seems. She could work with him as her boss, probably. He didn't seem unreasonable, only headstrong...
I really wish Leif was here.
Leif would probably say yes, knowing him.
Argh...
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As Leif vibes away in his office, a loud knock comes at the door, clearly from someone used to thicker doors with more insulation.
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Distinctly un-fabulous, Leif opens the door. :is: "You know, I've funded everything on this expedition to make sure you all return home safely. If you start breaking stuff, like my door, you will be the one paying for repairs" he tells Oliver.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 03, 2021, 05:40:50 PM
Saga quietly listens and lets him talk uninterrupted.
:no: "Aww, they're cute. I'm not sure if we have space for them... We could ask Leif." Saga takes the documents from Alergo, takes a seat and starts reading through the papers.
From what she knows of the Swedish cleansers, this is neither particularly impressive nor lousy. He did seem to be coming with all the recommendations he promised... and Leif didn't react to his card, so that isn't a fake, either... But then again, is a Sergeant really a rank high enough to be taken on as a commander for this... She really wishes Leif was there with her. Knowing him, he's probably preaching something to poor Dísa.
But he also knows a foreign language... and unlike Leif's original assumption, he isn't an atheist, so he won't be annoying them for relying on a mage...
He is also friendly and agreeable enough, it seems. She could work with him as her boss, probably. He didn't seem unreasonable, only headstrong...
I really wish Leif was here.
Leif would probably say yes, knowing him.
Argh...
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Distinctly un-fabulous, Leif opens the door. :is: "You know, I've funded everything on this expedition to make sure you all return home safely. If you start breaking stuff, like my door, you will be the one paying for repairs" he tells Oliver.
Although the man standing before him bears a strong familial resemblence to Oliver, he is clearly a few years older and a few inches shorter, with a uniform that appears to have actually come into contanct with an iron before. Slightly further back stands a slightly taller woman with blonde hair and intricately tattooed forearms. :is: "Ah, I see you were expecting my cousin. Who incidentally, is the person we're here about. I thought we could be of service in terms of sorting out the paperwork that he almost certainly didn't do?" He pauses for a second, then continues, holding out his left hand to shake "How rude of me not to introduce myself. I'm seargent James Harwood, Barra scout corps"
The woman merely nods politely and says "draoidh-corpral Sara Douglas ", in slower but slightly less heavily accented Icelandic.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 04, 2021, 02:26:00 AM
Svenny hears the large male start to beat shiny stones again, and decides that for now, his nap is over. He gets up and stretches, and lopes away down the corridor, and around the place. He must get acquainted with the others at least, and decides to poke his nose into every room, giving a short "brrrt?" as a greeting. He will stop at the first one that responds, and sit down in the doorway, awaiting some, any form of interaction. He knows not to invade private spaces that have now been claimed.
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It takes Dísa a while to find a pen. Apparently she had put her pencilcase right at the bottom of her backpack. (Because of course. What you need first is always at the bottom.) She is just finished writing everything on the foodbag when she hears the cat in her doorway.
"Oh, hey there." she sais quietly to not scare him away.
The bag still in her hand, she kneels down in front of the cat and reaches out her hand to pet it. But carefully. An adult cat´s bite hurts.
Belly full but plans for the rest of the day thwarted by the feral colony's rejection of her new friend, Marianne decides to return to Leif's And. She didn't really get a good look at the bridge before, plus she wants to make sure the expedition's cat isn't going to be an asshole to the orange kitten too. And it wouldn't kill her to talk to her human crewmates a little m--AACK!
Just steps from the door to her cabin, Marianne trips over Svenny. She manages not to fall on him or the kitten in her pocket, landing hard on her vodka bottle instead. Nothing breaks, including the bottle, but that's going to leave a mark.
:no: "duck! I'm sorry! Are you OK? I did NOT mean to do that!"
She pets the fluffy brown cat soothingly. He doesn't seem hurt. Neither does the orange kitten, but she is highly unamused. She squirms out of Marianne's pocket, loudly expressing her displeasure:
"MIIAAA!!"
:no: "I'm really sorry," Marianne continues to assure Svenny. "I'd never kick you on purpose. Did you know you're the exact same color as the floor? Anyway, I'm Marianne--"
The orange kitten seems to notice Svenny for the first time, fluffs up, hisses, and yells, "MIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!"
:no: "Annnnd I guess this is Mia."
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 04, 2021, 01:53:34 PM
Belly full but plans for the rest of the day thwarted by the feral colony's rejection of her new friend, Marianne decides to return to Leif's And. She didn't really get a good look at the bridge before, plus she wants to make sure the expedition's cat isn't going to be an asshole to the orange kitten too. And it wouldn't kill her to talk to her human crewmates a little m--AACK!
Just steps from the door to her cabin, Marianne trips over Svenny. She manages not to fall on him or the kitten in her pocket, landing hard on her vodka bottle instead. Nothing breaks, including the bottle, but that's going to leave a mark.
:no: "duck! I'm sorry! Are you OK? I did NOT mean to do that!"
She pets the fluffy brown cat soothingly. He doesn't seem hurt. Neither does the orange kitten, but she is highly unamused. She squirms out of Marianne's pocket, loudly expressing her displeasure:
"MIIAAA!!"
:no: "I'm really sorry," Marianne continues to assure Svenny. "I'd never kick you on purpose. Did you know you're the exact same color as the floor? Anyway, I'm Marianne--"
The orange kitten seems to notice Svenny for the first time, fluffs up, hisses, and yells, "MIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!"
:no: "Annnnd I guess this is Mia."
The long-legs in this room approaches cautiously, which is good as Svenny is wide awake right now. He gives her a sniff, then nudges her for pets and rubs his face a little against her fore-paw. Nice one, seems nice. Acted as should, might share bed. Hmm, noise has calmed down...
As he stands up to go closer and start rubbing his length along the limb, he is kicked sideways in his back leg; startled, he shrieks, then skids as he runs forwards in his new facing, straight into the door.
Slightly dazed, he stops, gets his bearings, and walks deliberately and slowly, and slightly wobbly, to the bed. He climbs up on it with some effort, and lays spread-eagled on the nearest soft part.
Post by: Lallicat on January 04, 2021, 02:58:59 PM
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Post by: Mirasol on January 04, 2021, 03:30:15 PM
The long-legs in this room approaches cautiously, which is good as Svenny is wide awake right now. He gives her a sniff, then nudges her for pets and rubs his face a little against her fore-paw. Nice one, seems nice. Acted as should, might share bed. Hmm, noise has calmed down...
As he stands up to go closer and start rubbing his length along the limb, he is kicked sideways in his back leg; startled, he shrieks, then skids as he runs forwards in his new facing, straight into the door.
Slightly dazed, he stops, gets his bearings, and walks deliberately and slowly, and slightly wobbly, to the bed. He climbs up on it with some effort, and lays spread-eagled on the nearest soft part.
The cat... wants to be pet??? <3 <3 <3
While Dísa is still processing this unexpected turn of events, someone kicks her new friend away.
Belly full but plans for the rest of the day thwarted by the feral colony's rejection of her new friend, Marianne decides to return to Leif's And. She didn't really get a good look at the bridge before, plus she wants to make sure the expedition's cat isn't going to be an asshole to the orange kitten too. And it wouldn't kill her to talk to her human crewmates a little m--AACK!
Just steps from the door to her cabin, Marianne trips over Svenny. She manages not to fall on him or the kitten in her pocket, landing hard on her vodka bottle instead. Nothing breaks, including the bottle, but that's going to leave a mark.
:no: "duck! I'm sorry! Are you OK? I did NOT mean to do that!"
She pets the fluffy brown cat soothingly. He doesn't seem hurt. Neither does the orange kitten, but she is highly unamused. She squirms out of Marianne's pocket, loudly expressing her displeasure:
"MIIAAA!!"
:no: "I'm really sorry," Marianne continues to assure Svenny. "I'd never kick you on purpose. Did you know you're the exact same color as the floor? Anyway, I'm Marianne--"
The orange kitten seems to notice Svenny for the first time, fluffs up, hisses, and yells, "MIIIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!"
:no: "Annnnd I guess this is Mia."
Dísa looks back and forth between the panicked Grade B-cat hiding as dignified as possible in the mess her bed is since she threw everything out of her backpack in searching for a pen, Marianne and her screaming kitten.
Ok, everybody needs to calm down, probably. The kitten doesn´t seem to be hurt, neither does the crew´s official cat, so she decides to help Marianne first.
":is: Are... you ok? It sounded like you fell on glass. Nothing´s broken, right?"
She reaches out her hand to help her up.
Post by: Kitty on January 04, 2021, 05:04:48 PM
Although the man standing before him bears a strong familial resemblence to Oliver, he is clearly a few years older and a few inches shorter, with a uniform that appears to have actually come into contanct with an iron before. Slightly further back stands a slightly taller woman with blonde hair and intricately tattooed forearms. :is: "Ah, I see you were expecting my cousin. Who incidentally, is the person we're here about. I thought we could be of service in terms of sorting out the paperwork that he almost certainly didn't do?" He pauses for a second, then continues, holding out his left hand to shake "How rude of me not to introduce myself. I'm seargent James Harwood, Barra scout corps"
The woman merely nods politely and says "draoidh-corpral Sara Douglas ", in slower but slightly less heavily accented Icelandic.
Leif pauses for a moment. Hmmmmm... :is: "Right. James. Of course. I apologize, you and Oliver look quite similar." He shakes his hand with his left without a moment of hesitation. "It's nice to finally meet you. :gb: Would English be more convenient...?" he asks. He speaks language almost perfectly, with barely any accent, unlike Saga. :gb: "No, your cousin did not do any of his paperwork. It is already in the process of being dealt with, however. I am grateful for your offer, but your assistance is not necessary. Your company is most welcome nonetheless." He moves out of the way to let them inside.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 04, 2021, 06:25:24 PM
Leif pauses for a moment. Hmmmmm... :is: "Right. James. Of course. I apologize, you and Oliver look quite similar." He shakes his hand with his left without a moment of hesitation. "It's nice to finally meet you. :gb: Would English be more convenient...?" he asks. He speaks language almost perfectly, with barely any accent, unlike Saga. :gb: "No, your cousin did not do any of his paperwork. It is already in the process of being dealt with, however. I am grateful for your offer, but your assistance is not necessary. Your company is most welcome nonetheless." He moves out of the way to let them inside.
James and Sara step inside, and she says :eng: "Given how well you can speak it, yes, it would be more convenient. Where did you learn to speak English so well? You look like an academic, but not the field researcher sort, if you don't mind my tactlessness."
She turns to James and jokes :sct: "It seems their skalds have resurrected an accent. Though he looks pretty rich and proud of his family, so he wouldn't be bothered if he knew how he's gone full received pronounciation."
:eng: "Sorry, awfully rude for me to talk about you behind your back when you're looking at me. Anyway, do you have a mage in the crew? I might be able to contact them in an emergency if other means of communication, as I'll be geographically a lot closer, even if our gods and magic work differently. "
Post by: Kitty on January 04, 2021, 08:39:26 PM
James and Sara step inside, and she says :eng: "Given how well you can speak it, yes, it would be more convenient. Where did you learn to speak English so well? You look like an academic, but not the field researcher sort, if you don't mind my tactlessness."
She turns to James and jokes :sct: "It seems their skalds have resurrected an accent. Though he looks pretty rich and proud of his family, so he wouldn't be bothered if he knew how he's gone full received pronounciation."
:eng: "Sorry, awfully rude for me to talk about you behind your back when you're looking at me. Anyway, do you have a mage in the crew? I might be able to contact them in an emergency if other means of communication, as I'll be geographically a lot closer, even if our gods and magic work differently. "
:gb: "I am an academic, yes. It was a necessity for me to learn an Old World language. Without understanding it, I'd never have been able to do all the research that was needed to plan this journey. Old United Kingdom's tongue seemed like the perfect choice, as I have learned they were big on sailing and recording their findings" Leif says. While he successfully dialed back his standard air of arrogance, a compliment on his skill with a foreign language does let a smug smile escape.
But these people weren't the crew.
Nor strangers.
Nor college friends.
Nor somebody he had to work with, yet.
A completely different class of people to whom he might have to report a death, should something happen. It required a different way of acting.
So, self-control of an entirely different kind it is.
What did Saga say before...? Fetch the people something to drink? That is a polite thing to do in this situation, probably. "Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" he offers. "I know little of British mages... I will start with the assumption that you can access the world between life and death as you sleep? I believe it is usually described as an infinite sea with islands belonging to the mages. Icelandic mages can walk on that water, but Finnish ones cannot. Since you are offering your services, does it mean you have a way of getting around...?" Being nice and polite won't stop him from a good monologue. Nothing will.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 05, 2021, 12:50:15 AM
The cat... wants to be pet??? <3 <3 <3
While Dísa is still processing this unexpected turn of events, someone kicks her new friend away.
Dísa looks back and forth between the panicked Grade B-cat hiding as dignified as possible in the mess her bed is since she threw everything out of her backpack in searching for a pen, Marianne and her screaming kitten.
Ok, everybody needs to calm down, probably. The kitten doesn´t seem to be hurt, neither does the crew´s official cat, so she decides to help Marianne first.
":is: Are... you ok? It sounded like you fell on glass. Nothing´s broken, right?"
She reaches out her hand to help her up.
Marianne startles at realizing another human is so close.
Gah! Great. Someone saw that. Of course they did.
Knowing from experience that taking the proffered hand is more likely to result in pulling the much smaller woman down than being helped up, she scrambles to her feet unassisted.
:is: "I'm fine. I just tripped. On him."
She points at Svenny, then approaches him carefully, still apologizing, this time in Icelandic.
Shit. Wait. Be polite to the human too.
Marianne retreats out of Disa's cabin and stands in the doorway.
:is: "Can I come in your cabin? Just long enough to make him not scared of me if possible. And do you want a drink? I can pour it in another container so you can have it later if you have one. If you want."
Post by: Mirasol on January 05, 2021, 08:21:19 AM
Marianne startles at realizing another human is so close.
Gah! Great. Someone saw that. Of course they did.
Knowing from experience that taking the proffered hand is more likely to result in pulling the much smaller woman down than being helped up, she scrambles to her feet unassisted.
:is: "I'm fine. I just tripped. On him."
She points at Svenny, then approaches him carefully, still apologizing, this time in Icelandic.
Shit. Wait. Be polite to the human too.
Marianne retreats out of Disa's cabin and stands in the doorway.
:is: "Can I come in your cabin? Just long enough to make him not scared of me if possible. And do you want a drink? I can pour it in another container so you can have it later if you have one. If you want."
Well, her cabin is in absolute chaos, but Marianne saw it already anyways, so she might as well come in. Dísa gestures her to come inside while cursing herself for not being able to keep a room clean for more than five minutes.
":is: Thank you for the offer but... I´m not a great fan of alcohol." Wait, was it rude to decline? Whatever, too late, change the subject. "Do you know what this cat´s name is?" She points at the crew´s Grade B-cat while taking a bit of lambmeat out of her leftover-bag. Food lures out scared cats most of the time.
"Hey, it´s ok, no one wanted to hurt you", she tells the cat on her bed while offering him the lamb.
She hands Marianne the bag. "Maybe he´ll forgive you if you feed him. You can take some of this if you want to."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 05, 2021, 12:51:13 PM
:gb: "I am an academic, yes. It was a necessity for me to learn an Old World language. Without understanding it, I'd never have been able to do all the research that was needed to plan this journey. Old United Kingdom's tongue seemed like the perfect choice, as I have learned they were big on sailing and recording their findings" Leif says. While he successfully dialed back his standard air of arrogance, a compliment on his skill with a foreign language does let a smug smile escape.
But these people weren't the crew.
Nor strangers.
Nor college friends.
Nor somebody he had to work with, yet.
A completely different class of people to whom he might have to report a death, should something happen. It required a different way of acting.
So, self-control of an entirely different kind it is.
What did Saga say before...? Fetch the people something to drink? That is a polite thing to do in this situation, probably. "Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" he offers. "I know little of British mages... I will start with the assumption that you can access the world between life and death as you sleep? I believe it is usually described as an infinite sea with islands belonging to the mages. Icelandic mages can walk on that water, but Finnish ones cannot. Since you are offering your services, does it mean you have a way of getting around...?" Being nice and polite won't stop him from a good monologue. Nothing will.
As they take their seats, James replies :eng: "Tea for both of us, please, but Sara doesn't normally have any milk in hers. Also, not sure how you norsemen do it, but milk goes in after boiling water if you're using a teabag" He smiles with the last sentence to show he's mostly joking.
Other than nodding to affirm James' interpetation of what she'd like to drink, Sara waits for him to finish, then begins :eng: "I have, but not quite in the same way. I cannot cross the water at will like an Icelandic mage, I have to know where I'm going, by knowing the mage I'm trying to contact personally, and having some physical connection, such as having exchanged talismans or similar objects, like these." She takes from a belt pouch a stone about half the size of her palm, and holds it in a way for Leif to be able to see it easily. The main surface has an oak tree with spreading branches carved into it, whilst the border has interlaced lines curved to look like knotwork.
Post by: Kitty on January 05, 2021, 04:39:43 PM
As they take their seats, James replies :eng: "Tea for both of us, please, but Sara doesn't normally have any milk in hers. Also, not sure how you norsemen do it, but milk goes in after boiling water if you're using a teabag" He smiles with the last sentence to show he's mostly joking.
Other than nodding to affirm James' interpetation of what she'd like to drink, Sara waits for him to finish, then begins :eng: "I have, but not quite in the same way. I cannot cross the water at will like an Icelandic mage, I have to know where I'm going, by knowing the mage I'm trying to contact personally, and having some physical connection, such as having exchanged talismans or similar objects, like these." She takes from a belt pouch a stone about half the size of her palm, and holds it in a way for Leif to be able to see it easily. The main surface has an oak tree with spreading branches carved into it, whilst the border has interlaced lines curved to look like knotwork.
Leif decides to laugh along with James' joke. :gb: "I will let you add the milk as you please," he says, putting a kettle to boil.
He takes a look at the talisman Sara is holding up. "I am not sure our mage has something like that... She is on the ship, I would assume. If there are no other pressing matters we should deal with here, perhaps we should go meet her immediately, and have the tea later... You were only here for the paperwork, James?" he asks.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 05, 2021, 05:44:38 PM
Leif decides to laugh along with James' joke. :gb: "I will let you add the milk as you please," he says, putting a kettle to boil.
He takes a look at the talisman Sara is holding up. "I am not sure our mage has something like that... She is on the ship, I would assume. If there are no other pressing matters we should deal with here, perhaps we should go meet her immediately, and have the tea later... You were only here for the paperwork, James?" he asks.
James simply replies with :eng: "Yes, just that and to meet you and the crew." as he gets up.
Sara turns the stone over in her hand, puts it back in the pouch and stands up, saying :eng: "I'm sure I can work something out with the mage. Lead the way, our new norse friend."
Post by: Kitty on January 05, 2021, 06:05:25 PM
James simply replies with :eng: "Yes, just that and to meet you and the crew." as he gets up.
Sara turns the stone over in her hand, puts it back in the pouch and stands up, saying :eng: "I'm sure I can work something out with the mage. Lead the way, our new norse friend."
Leif gives her an elegant bow and leads them outside. After locking the office, he shows them the way to the ship. :gb: "My family has always owned a shipyard, so finding and properly equipping a ship to fit the standards was reasonably easy to do. I am personally not an expert in the field, but I knew enough properly educated people to be able to prepare the ship according to the standards of the Norwegian and Icelandic navies. The ship runs on solar and wind power, has a sturdy hull that our mage has been painting various runes of protection on, and has a depth charge launcher installed for dealing with the threats. We have done everything we could to ensure the safety and sustainability of the journey. Hopefully, the efforts will show and everybody will come back safely."
Post by: Lallicat on January 05, 2021, 06:16:58 PM
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Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 06, 2021, 12:53:43 AM
Well, her cabin is in absolute chaos, but Marianne saw it already anyways, so she might as well come in. Dísa gestures her to come inside while cursing herself for not being able to keep a room clean for more than five minutes.
":is: Thank you for the offer but... I´m not a great fan of alcohol." Wait, was it rude to decline? Whatever, too late, change the subject. "Do you know what this cat´s name is?" She points at the crew´s Grade B-cat while taking a bit of lambmeat out of her leftover-bag. Food lures out scared cats most of the time.
"Hey, it´s ok, no one wanted to hurt you", she tells the cat on her bed while offering him the lamb.
She hands Marianne the bag. "Maybe he´ll forgive you if you feed him. You can take some of this if you want to."
Marianne extracts a nugget of lamb, bites off half of it, and puts the other half close enough to Svenny's face that he can easily see and smell it but not so close that it looks like she's trying to grab him.
"It's Sven, I think. I heard the navigator call him Svenny."
Mia chooses that moment to scramble to the ground and make a beeline for Disa's bed and Svenny's gobbet of meat. Marianne grabs her just before she can jump up into the older cat's face and unceremoniously stuffs her back in her pocket.
"And this little brat is--"
"MIIIIIIIAAAAA!!!!"
"Yeah. Mia."
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 08, 2021, 08:00:42 AM
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Post by: Mirasol on January 08, 2021, 09:51:14 AM
Marianne extracts a nugget of lamb, bites off half of it, and puts the other half close enough to Svenny's face that he can easily see and smell it but not so close that it looks like she's trying to grab him.
"It's Sven, I think. I heard the navigator call him Svenny."
Mia chooses that moment to scramble to the ground and make a beeline for Disa's bed and Svenny's gobbet of meat. Marianne grabs her just before she can jump up into the older cat's face and unceremoniously stuffs her back in her pocket.
"And this little brat is--"
"MIIIIIIIAAAAA!!!!"
"Yeah. Mia."
":is: Aww. Both names are adorable!"
Svenny raises his head at the smell of the meat, and takes it happily from the nice one. A big burly long-legs, he assumes the one who collided with him, tries the same. He gingerly goes to take it, then a small young one erupts from nowhere and bolts for the food, screaming. It can have the food. Svenny edges towards to nice one and away from the burly one.Spoiler: show
When Svenny has eaten his food Dísa takes the rest of the lamb out of the bag. It´s basically just one single bite, no need keeping that one around. It seems to be a soft piece, so she offers it to Mia.
"Here, then you don´t have to steal from poor Svenny."
She looks up to Marianne. "It´s ok if I give her this, right?"
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Post by: doorcf on January 08, 2021, 11:03:13 AM
Saga quietly listens and lets him talk uninterrupted.Alergo remain in his sit without talking, petting one of his cats while waiting for Saga's decision.
:no: "Aww, they're cute. I'm not sure if we have space for them... We could ask Leif." Saga takes the documents from Alergo, takes a seat and starts reading through the papers.
From what she knows of the Swedish cleansers, this is neither particularly impressive nor lousy. He did seem to be coming with all the recommendations he promised... and Leif didn't react to his card, so that isn't a fake, either... But then again, is a Sergeant really a rank high enough to be taken on as a commander for this... She really wishes Leif was there with her. Knowing him, he's probably preaching something to poor Dísa.
But he also knows a foreign language... and unlike Leif's original assumption, he isn't an atheist, so he won't be annoying them for relying on a mage...
He is also friendly and agreeable enough, it seems. She could work with him as her boss, probably. He didn't seem unreasonable, only headstrong...
I really wish Leif was here.
Leif would probably say yes, knowing him.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 08, 2021, 05:54:07 PM
Leif gives her an elegant bow and leads them outside. After locking the office, he shows them the way to the ship. :gb: "My family has always owned a shipyard, so finding and properly equipping a ship to fit the standards was reasonably easy to do. I am personally not an expert in the field, but I knew enough properly educated people to be able to prepare the ship according to the standards of the Norwegian and Icelandic navies. The ship runs on solar and wind power, has a sturdy hull that our mage has been painting various runes of protection on, and has a depth charge launcher installed for dealing with the threats. We have done everything we could to ensure the safety and sustainability of the journey. Hopefully, the efforts will show and everybody will come back safely."
Both of the scots laugh quietly at the bow, quickly salute in response then follow him out.
Sara listens intently as they walk, noticably slowing to keep pace with Leif despite being only a little taller. James does the same at first, but breaks off after a while, soon returning with Oliver and Emily following behind him. :sct: "Why were you in a library? Neither of you can read Icelandic, and only one of you can speak it, and not very well."
:sct: "We wanted to see if they had a copy of the book they were making about the Argyll survey, so we could see my illustrations in print, but they don't have one yet, and Olly had to explain why two soldiers in their early 20's were only looking at the pictures of every book they picked up" replies the black haired woman, her cloud-grey eyes taking in the docks around her before glancing over at Leif, she asks to James and Oliver :sct: "Who's the scrawny guy talking about ships? I presume he's not coming with you, Olly, he looks like he'd blow away in a strong breeze."
:sct: "Nah, he's just financing and organising it. Name's Leif. Don't know much else about him."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 09, 2021, 01:07:21 AM
":is: Aww. Both names are adorable!"
When Svenny has eaten his food Dísa takes the rest of the lamb out of the bag. It´s basically just one single bite, no need keeping that one around. It seems to be a soft piece, so she offers it to Mia.
"Here, then you don´t have to steal from poor Svenny."
She looks up to Marianne. "It´s ok if I give her this, right?"
:is: "Of course."
Marianne holds Mia out so she can take the bite of meat off Disa's palm. It doesn't all fit in her mouth at once and promptly falls to the floor when she opens up to hiss at Svenny again.
"Hey, be nice! Sorry about her, Sven. I was worried you might bully her, but it looks like it might be the other way around. I'll take her away now."
Marianne removes the little punk to her own cabin and shuts the door.
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 09, 2021, 05:23:48 AM
Post by: Kitty on January 09, 2021, 05:33:02 AM
Alergo remain in his sit without talking, petting one of his cats while waiting for Saga's decision.
:no: "This all seems to be in order..." Saga says. "But you do know you won't be allowed to bring any grossling samples on the ship, right?"
Both of the scots laugh quietly at the bow, quickly salute in response then follow him out.
Sara listens intently as they walk, noticably slowing to keep pace with Leif despite being only a little taller. James does the same at first, but breaks off after a while, soon returning with Oliver and Emily following behind him. :sct: "Why were you in a library? Neither of you can read Icelandic, and only one of you can speak it, and not very well."
:sct: "We wanted to see if they had a copy of the book they were making about the Argyll survey, so we could see my illustrations in print, but they don't have one yet, and Olly had to explain why two soldiers in their early 20's were only looking at the pictures of every book they picked up" replies the black haired woman, her cloud-grey eyes taking in the docks around her before glancing over at Leif, she asks to James and Oliver :sct: "Who's the scrawny guy talking about ships? I presume he's not coming with you, Olly, he looks like he'd blow away in a strong breeze."
:sct: "Nah, he's just financing and organising it. Name's Leif. Don't know much else about him."
:gb: "There she is" Leif says as they arrive to the ship. He climbs aboard to look for Dísa. He doesn't see her through the glass windows of the bridge, so he heads down.
Post by: Mirasol on January 09, 2021, 01:02:38 PM
Svenny watches the young one closely as it takes the meat, is tucked away, and taken out of the room. He relaxes, and settles down to get comfy. Ah, peaceful again.
Dísa says goodbye to Marianne and is alone in her room again. Well, except for Svenny. She picks up the rest of meat that fell out of Mia´s mouth. Probably no one still wants to eat that... she puts it back in the bag and decides to throw it away later. She leaves the piece of meat Marianne gave Svenny though, in case he still wants it.
Alright, she should maybe clean up a bit, in case someone else wants to come in. Though, from what she sees, the bed has to be folded up to get to the storage underneath. And Svenny is on the bed. Oh well. She elects to just stuff most things back into the backpack and leave the cat be. Ah yes, perfect. Now back to work.
There are still some runes she needs to draw. Best would be to get something like a blueprint of the ship to make sure she doesn´t forget anything. Astrid probably has such a thing. When leaving her cabin she doesn´t completely close the door so Svenny can leave if he wants to.
She can´t find Astrid anywhere on the ship. Only Ludvig who is busy filling a spare cabin with medic-stuff and Harald in his forge. She decides to not disturb either of them and walks back through the corridor with the cabins.
Probably the mechanic went shopping. Dísa herself should also still go buy a flashlight, otherwise reading at night will prove to be difficult. Except for the one on the ceiling, there is no light in the cabins. But she has no money left, so that´s something she´ll have to deal with. There might be spare flashlights in the storage though.
On her way there she runs into Leif, followed by Oliver and three people she doesn´t know. The other man looks a lot like Oliver, probably these people are his family. She greets them, and moves to the side to let them through.
Post by: Kitty on January 09, 2021, 03:38:41 PM
On her way there she runs into Leif, followed by Oliver and three people she doesn´t know. The other man looks a lot like Oliver, probably these people are his family. She greets them, and moves to the side to let them through.
:is: "Ah, no. We were looking for you" Leif says, very much not leaving. :gb: "This would be our mage, Dísa" he declares. :is: "Dísa, I've found one mage that you can contact. Her name is Sara" he politely introduces her.
Post by: doorcf on January 09, 2021, 04:34:38 PM
:no: "This all seems to be in order..." Saga says. "But you do know you won't be allowed to bring any grossling samples on the ship, right?"
:dk: "It will make things harder for my research but fair, security comes first when dealing with thre rash" - says Alergo - "That said, how many of the crew are immune and how many are not?"
Post by: Mirasol on January 09, 2021, 05:38:23 PM
:is: "Ah, no. We were looking for you" Leif says, very much not leaving. :gb: "This would be our mage, Dísa" he declares. :is: "Dísa, I've found one mage that you can contact. Her name is Sara" he politely introduces her.
"Oh. Ah, hello, nice to meet you! So you´re a British mage? Scottish mage? That´s so cool, I´ve never worked with... well anyone who wasn´t an Icelandic mage before." Stop rambling, be professional. "I mean... Awesome that you let me contact you. How do I find you in the Dreamspace?"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 09, 2021, 08:20:31 PM
"Oh. Ah, hello, nice to meet you! So you´re a British mage? Scottish mage? That´s so cool, I´ve never worked with... well anyone who wasn´t an Icelandic mage before." Stop rambling, be professional. "I mean... Awesome that you let me contact you. How do I find you in the Dreamspace?"
The red-haired woman looks at the Icelander with her blue-grey eyes, then stops, beginning smootly and warmly, but hampered a little by the language :is: "Sara Douglas, the mage of Oliver's squad and his sister-in-law. Sort of." extending her hand to shake with a small dignified laugh, calmly steering the conversation back to a normal structure whilst still thinking that Oliver and James shared no parents, but both sets of grandparents, due to the two Harwood brothers each marrying one of the andersen sisters, and she and James weren't getting married until Oliver got back, but even Sara could realise that such information was unecessary for someone you met less than a minute ago to have a proffesional conversation with.
:is: "We tend to think of ourselves as celtic, we share our gods with the Irish and Welsh, alhough the English have their own gods similar to yours but with different names and importance for each of the gods. We're a little like the finns in that we cannot simply cross the water between the islands, but we have our own methods of navigating the otherworld, by anchoring in the waking world." She reaches into a belt pouch and takes out a disk of granite that fits comfotably in her palm, it's surface carved with a spreading oak tree and a stylised knotted rope pattern around the edge. She holds it out in her upturned right palm, saying :is: "Place your dominant hand on it, grip it lightly, and try to clear your mind then imagine how your dreamscape normally looks."
Post by: Kitty on January 10, 2021, 02:56:15 AM
:dk: "It will make things harder for my research but fair, security comes first when dealing with thre rash" - says Alergo - "That said, how many of the crew are immune and how many are not?"
:no: "I am the only one who's not immune" she says. "Uh, nobody will stop you from doing research and writing it down. Just don't bring anything onboard and take care to keep everything clean."
Post by: Mirasol on January 10, 2021, 08:41:25 AM
The red-haired woman looks at the Icelander with her blue-grey eyes, then stops, beginning smootly and warmly, but hampered a little by the language :is: "Sara Douglas, the mage of Oliver's squad and his sister-in-law. Sort of." extending her hand to shake with a small dignified laugh, calmly steering the conversation back to a normal structure whilst still thinking that Oliver and James shared no parents, but both sets of grandparents, due to the two Harwood brothers each marrying one of the andersen sisters, and she and James weren't getting married until Oliver got back, but even Sara could realise that such information was unecessary for someone you met less than a minute ago to have a proffesional conversation with.
":is: Dísa Ánnsdóttir, mage of this expedition. Well, you know that already." Dísa laughs a bit nervously. Sara seems nice though, and a lot more reasonable than her sort-of-brother-in-law.
:is: "We tend to think of ourselves as celtic, we share our gods with the Irish and Welsh, alhough the English have their own gods similar to yours but with different names and importance for each of the gods. We're a little like the finns in that we cannot simply cross the water between the islands, but we have our own methods of navigating the otherworld, by anchoring in the waking world." She reaches into a belt pouch and takes out a disk of granite that fits comfotably in her palm, it's surface carved with a spreading oak tree and a stylised knotted rope around the edge. She holds it out in her upturned right palm, saying :is: "Place your dominant hand on it, grip it lightly, and try to clear your mind then imagine how your dreamscape normally looks."
While listening, Dísa tries to not get overly interested in the Celtic magic-system. At Seiður-academy the teachers mentioned that there were different kinds of mages in Finland and Great Britain in one subclause and left it at that. She still knows a bit more about Finnish mages, since some of the people working at her family´s company used to be soldiers and worked with some of them before. They told stories when she asked. But she has no idea how Celtic mages work.
Being way too curious about all kinds of religions is also what made her sign up for university. But this is no mythology-lecture, just basic information on contacting a mage, remember that? Don´t shower her with questions!
She nods as Sara shows her the stone. It looks beautiful. Icelandic mages don´t use artifacts like this. The Celtic mage has mentioned something about anchoring, maybe that is what it´s for. She puts her left hand on it. "I hope you don´t mind climbing...", she adds after a bit of thinking.
Dísa closes her eyes to imagine a clear picture of her Dreamspace. A small bit of rocky coastline, cracked reddish-brown boulders towering about five meters high next to the water. At the bottom the stones have been smoothed by the tides, further up they have more rough edges, and flowers grow within some of the cracks. The water isn´t deep, but there is no solid ground. Smaller round stones overgrown with slippery green and brown seaweed are covering the bottom of the sea. The Seaweed also grows on some of the rocks that aren´t fully covered in water. It is still wet, as if the tide just went away, but Dísa knows that the water level never changes. This place is just a picture of a moment. It´s enough though to make climbing the rocks unnecessarily difficult, at least according to her cousin Vala. She´s also the reason why Dísa knows it is salt-water, apart from the smell. Vala fell in a couple of times when trying to climb the cliff. Her feet would have kept her over water, the rest of her body on the other hand... But it´s actually not that hard to get up the rocks, at least when you know where to step and where not to. Just to be safe, Dísa imagines all the points to hold onto as vividly as possible. A bit under the highest point of the boulder-tower is something like a plateau, grinded down by wind and water to an almost perfect flat surface. (Though there is never more than a soft breeze in that place either.) On it is something that is best described as some kind of bird-nest, but bigger. It is a construction made from twigs up to full grown branches as well as clearly man-made planks, big enough for a small adult human to lie in with your feet only a bit over its edge. An animal-fur is draped over half of it to soften the wood. from two sides it is protected by rocks rising about a meter higher. This is the place where Dísa usually wakes up, looking upwards to the slightly cloudy sky.
She opens her eyes a bit again, trying not to loose the picture. "And now?", she asks.
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Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 10, 2021, 06:32:55 PM
" :is: Dísa Ánnsdóttir, mage of this expedition. Well, you know that already." Dísa laughs a bit nervously. Sara seems nice though, and a lot more reasonable than her sort-of-brother-in-law.
While listening, Dísa tries to not get overly interested in the Celtic magic-system. At Seiður-academy the teachers mentioned that there were different kinds of mages in Finland and Great Britain in one subclause and left it at that. She still knows a bit more about Finnish mages, since some of the people working at her family´s company used to be soldiers and worked with some of them before. They told stories when she asked. But she has no idea how Celtic mages work.
Being way too curious about all kinds of religions is also what made her sign up for university. But this is no mythology-lecture, just basic information on contacting a mage, remember that? Don´t shower her with questions!
She nods as Sara shows her the stone. It looks beautiful. Icelandic mages don´t use artifacts like this. The Celtic mage has mentioned something about anchoring, maybe that is what it´s for. She puts her left hand on it. "I hope you don´t mind climbing...", she adds after a bit of thinking.
Dísa closes her eyes to imagine a clear picture of her Dreamspace. A small bit of rocky coastline, cracked reddish-brown boulders towering about five meters high next to the water. At the bottom the stones have been smoothed by the tides, further up they have more rough edges, and flowers grow within some of the cracks. The water isn´t deep, but there is no solid ground. Smaller round stones overgrown with slippery green and brown seaweed are covering the bottom of the sea. The Seaweed also grows on some of the rocks that aren´t fully covered in water. It is still wet, as if the tide just went away, but Dísa knows that the water level never changes. This place is just a picture of a moment. It´s enough though to make climbing the rocks unnecessarily difficult, at least according to her cousin Vala. She´s also the reason why Dísa knows it is salt-water, apart from the smell. Vala fell in a couple of times when trying to climb the cliff. Her feet would have kept her over water, the rest of her body on the other hand... But it´s actually not that hard to get up the rocks, at least when you know where to step and where not to. Just to be safe, Dísa imagines all the points to hold onto as vividly as possible. A bit under the highest point of the boulder-tower is something like a plateau, grinded down by wind and water to an almost perfect flat surface. (Though there is never more than a soft breeze in that place either.) On it is something that is best described as some kind of bird-nest, but bigger. It is a construction made from twigs up to full grown branches as well as clearly man-made planks, big enough for a small adult human to lie in with your feet only a bit over its edge. An animal-fur is draped over half of it to soften the wood. from two sides it is protected by rocks rising about a meter higher. This is the place where Dísa usually wakes up, looking upwards to the slightly cloudy sky.
She opens her eyes a bit again, trying not to loose the picture. "And now?", she asks.Spoiler: show
Sara looks around the dreamspace, then back at Disa. She turns the stone over in her hand to show the previously smooth reverse side, which is now carved with a stylised image of the nest atop the rocks and the sea around it, once again circled with a pattern resembling plaited rope. She moves it to have it's edge face upward, then runs her right index finger along the edge as she says :sct: "Manannán mac lir, thoir am boireannach seo thairis air do chuantan nuair a dh'fheumas i tighinn thugam, agus mise thuice". The disc splits in half, and she gives Disa the half with the oak tree on it, before placing the other half back in the pouch she originally had the disc in. :is: "When the time comes, focus on the image, then imagine me, and it should pull you to my dreamscape"
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Post by: Mirasol on January 11, 2021, 08:41:02 AM
Sara looks around the dreamspace, then back at Disa. She turns the stone over in her hand to show the previously smooth reverse side, which is now carved with a stylised image of the nest atop the rocks and the sea around it, once again circled with a pattern resembling plaited rope. She moves it to have it's edge face upward, then runs her right index finger along the edge as she says :sct: "Manannán mac lir, thoir am boireannach seo thairis air do chuantan nuair a dh'fheumas i tighinn thugam, agus mise thuice". The disc splits in half, and she gives Disa the half with the oak tree on it, before placing the other half back in the pouch she originally had the disc in. :is: "When the time comes, focus on the image, then imagine me, and it should pull you to my dreamscape"Spoiler: show
"Woah!" is all Dísa gets out when the stone suddenly shows her dreamspace and splits. She carefully holds the half Sara gave her in her hands looking at it like it is a miracle. (Well, it is magic, so...)
"You have to explain to me how exactly this works at some point." she tells Sara. Wait, what happened to controlling your curiosity? Too late...
Post by: doorcf on January 11, 2021, 12:29:10 PM
:no: "I am the only one who's not immune" she says. "Uh, nobody will stop you from doing research and writing it down. Just don't bring anything onboard and take care to keep everything clean.":dk: "No problem" - says Alergo while shrigging - "Still, good to know. Also any problems with heavy weapons and explosives? I mean, I can bring a small arsenal in case we get into a big fight, I will take heavy precautions so the weapons aren't a danger but still."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 11, 2021, 07:57:18 PM
"Woah!" is all Dísa gets out when the stone suddenly shows her dreamspace and splits. She carefully holds the half Sara gave her in her hands looking at it like it is a miracle. (Well, it is magic, so...)
"You have to explain to me how exactly this works at some point." she tells Sara. Wait, what happened to controlling your curiosity? Too late...
:is: "Maybe when you're struggling to sleep, you can pull me here to explain it" she smiles as she says it, but still seems to mean it.
:is: "Either way, it's time to return to land of the awake, given we're not completely asleep. And I'm sure you've still got some work to do in preparing the ship. But please, make sure you bring Oliver back alive. He may be an arsehole when you first meet him, but he'll never fail to help when things get serious, and if me and james pass on, our child will need some family in the strange and deadly world of the British isles. But enough of such grimness, we'll face our deaths when they come and not waste our days worrying about them." She gives a small determined smile, then begins to return to wakingness, gesturing for Disa to do the same.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 11, 2021, 10:55:35 PM
He sits on the cot, roots through his bag, and comes up with a thick leatherbound book and a brass clock. He winds the clock up, then begins scribbling away in the book with a pencil. He seems to be drawing something. His lips move silently as he works.
Post by: Mirasol on January 12, 2021, 11:25:14 AM
:is: "Maybe when you're struggling to sleep, you can pull me here to explain it" she smiles as she says it, but still seems to mean it.
:is: "Either way, it's time to return to land of the awake, given we're not completely asleep. And I'm sure you've still got some work to do in preparing the ship. But please, make sure you bring Oliver back alive. He may be an arsehole when you first meet him, but he'll never fail to help when things get serious, and if me and james pass on, our child will need some family in the strange and deadly world of the British isles. But enough of such grimness, we'll face our deaths when they come and not waste our days worrying about them." She gives a small determined smile, then begins to return to wakingness, gesturing for Disa to do the same.
Dísa smiles as well. ":is: I might do that, thank you! And I´ll do my best." Oliver may be annoying, but he´s part of her first crew, and she will do everything she can to protect all of them.
When Sara starts returning to the real world Dísa finally notices that they are actually standing on a rock in her dreamspace. This realization (plus blinking a few times) catapults her back into being awake out of surprise. The half rock is still in her hands. She carefully puts it in a pocket of her jacket. She´ll have to find a better place for it later.
"But you´re right, I do still have some things I need to prepare on the ship." Like finding a flashlight for reading... And drawing runes, yes, that too. She looks expectant at Leif, whether he still wants to say something.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on January 12, 2021, 05:20:58 PM
Astrid woke up with a start. She hadn't meant to fall asleep! What time was it? She hadn't taken a clock of any kind. Realizing that that was something she should probably equip herself with, she stood up and exited her cabin, hoping that she had enough time to find one.Spoiler: show
Doc is in the hallway himself, carrying several boxes of medical supplies to his room, which will serve as infirmary if need be- at the sight of someone coming, he panics, nearly dropping them before saving it at the last second. He looks ruffled, but overall energetic. His sweater has the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, and he has an inkstain on his cheek. :is: "Oh!"
He pauses. :is: "...Hello? Are you... have we met?" He's very bad with faces. Has he already forgotten one of the crew? Doc, come on! Get better at this!
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Post by: Kitty on January 12, 2021, 06:54:33 PM
:dk: "No problem" - says Alergo while shrugging - "Still, good to know. Also any problems with heavy weapons and explosives? I mean, I can bring a small arsenal in case we get into a big fight, I will take heavy precautions so the weapons aren't a danger but still."
:no: "...as long as you handle them safely and don't set them off in dangerous areas... I don't see what could go wrong" she says. "If anything, a professional with proper tools can only help. Right?"
Harald walks out of the forge, takes a look around, and goes to his cabin. He fits in it in much the same way a gorilla fits in a broom closet, but he doesn't seem all that uncomfortable.
He sits on the cot, roots through his bag, and comes up with a thick leatherbound book and a brass clock. He winds the clock up, then begins scribbling away in the book with a pencil. He seems to be drawing something. His lips move silently as he works.
Leif goes to Harald's cabin with a few papers he grabbed and folded into his pocket before, and hands him a pen. :no: "Sign" he says. It clearly the only word he knows of Norwegian and he pronounces it poorly, too. The papers are nothing special, just a contract before they head out. Everybody signed it before.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 12, 2021, 08:12:15 PM
:no: "...as long as you handle them safely and don't set them off in dangerous areas... I don't see what could go wrong" she says. "If anything, a professional with proper tools can only help. Right?"
Leif goes to Harald's cabin with a few papers he grabbed and folded into his pocket before, and hands him a pen. :no: "Sign" he says. It clearly the only word he knows of Norwegian and he pronounces it poorly, too. The papers are nothing special, just a contract before they head out. Everybody signed it before.
Harald looks up from the book, takes the papers, signs them, and hands them back before immediately returning to his drawing.
Post by: Mirasol on January 13, 2021, 01:42:34 PM
Leif goes to Harald's cabin with a few papers he grabbed and folded into his pocket before, and hands him a pen. :no: "Sign" he says. It clearly the only word he knows of Norwegian and he pronounces it poorly, too. The papers are nothing special, just a contract before they head out. Everybody signed it before.
Apparently Dísa had been zoned out so much she didn´t even notice Leif has already left. Ok... How to get out of that awkward situation now? She looks back at Sara.
"Well then... I´ll need to go to the storage room now. Thank you again for everything, and, well, goodbye, until we see each other again."
She nods at the others accompanying Sara, even Oliver, though he will come on the mission and there is no real point in saying goodbye to him, and passes them to go back to said room.
Arriving there she starts searching. Quickly she finds a crate labled with ":is: emergency lighting". Half of it is filled with with candles (Of a quite peculiar brand. They have a cat circled by hearts on them.), the other half with gas- and flashlights, as well as the necessary supplies to get them working again once their respective fuel is empty. A lot of the flashlights are of the "will-destroy-your-sight-when-looking-even-somewhat-in-their-direction"-variety, probably in case there is fog or something, but some of the regular kind are there as well. She sneaks one of it plus an extra-set of batteries and returns to her cabin, again taking a detour to check whether Astrid has returned by now.
Post by: Lallicat on January 13, 2021, 01:57:12 PM
@Lallicat Astrid can probably hear the ticking of Herman's clock. Just a heads-up.
As Astrid started walking down the corridor, she heard a curious ticking sound coming from the forge. She starts walking towards it to investigate, but bumps into another crewmember on the way there.
Doc is in the hallway himself, carrying several boxes of medical supplies to his room, which will serve as infirmary if need be- at the sight of someone coming, he panics, nearly dropping them before saving it at the last second. He looks ruffled, but overall energetic. His sweater has the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, and he has an inkstain on his cheek. :is: "Oh!"
He pauses. :is: "...Hello? Are you... have we met?" He's very bad with faces. Has he already forgotten one of the crew? Doc, come on! Get better at this!
She waves awkwardly. :is: "I think I saw you in the office, but I don't think we've met officially. I'm Astrid, the engineer."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on January 14, 2021, 11:19:12 AM
As Astrid started walking down the corridor, she heard a curious ticking sound coming from the forge. She starts walking towards it to investigate, but bumps into another crewmember on the way there.
She waves awkwardly. :is: "I think I saw you in the office, but I don't think we've met officially. I'm Astrid, the engineer."
:is: "..I see." Doc shuffles to the side, trying to give her space to pass by. It's very clumsy- he drops one box, but kicks it to the side. Medical instruments clank loudly. "Ah, I'm Ludvig. Ludvig Nyman. The Medic. A pleasure, I'm sure."
"I hope you've been adjusting well to the ship? Feeling well?" Had she missed lunch because she felt sick? That would be very bad.
Post by: Lallicat on January 14, 2021, 09:45:19 PM
:is: "..I see." Doc shuffles to the side, trying to give her space to pass by. It's very clumsy- he drops one box, but kicks it to the side. Medical instruments clank loudly. "Ah, I'm Ludvig. Ludvig Nyman. The Medic. A pleasure, I'm sure."
"I hope you've been adjusting well to the ship? Feeling well?" Had she missed lunch because she felt sick? That would be very bad.
:is: "I feel great! That's probably connected to the fact I just woke up from a nap though. The ship's beds are surprisingly comfy! I drifted off without meaning too. I hope I didn't miss anything important."
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 16, 2021, 07:22:50 PM
Dísa says goodbye to Marianne and is alone in her room again. Well, except for Svenny. She picks up the rest of meat that fell out of Mia´s mouth. Probably no one still wants to eat that... she puts it back in the bag and decides to throw it away later. She leaves the piece of meat Marianne gave Svenny though, in case he still wants it.
Alright, she should maybe clean up a bit, in case someone else wants to come in. Though, from what she sees, the bed has to be folded up to get to the storage underneath. And Svenny is on the bed. Oh well. She elects to just stuff most things back into the backpack and leave the cat be. Ah yes, perfect. Now back to work.
There are still some runes she needs to draw. Best would be to get something like a blueprint of the ship to make sure she doesn´t forget anything. Astrid probably has such a thing. When leaving her cabin she doesn´t completely close the door so Svenny can leave if he wants to.
She can´t find Astrid anywhere on the ship. Only Ludvig who is busy filling a spare cabin with medic-stuff and Harald in his forge. She decides to not disturb either of them and walks back through the corridor with the cabins.
Probably the mechanic went shopping. Dísa herself should also still go buy a flashlight, otherwise reading at night will prove to be difficult. Except for the one on the ceiling, there is no light in the cabins. But she has no money left, so that´s something she´ll have to deal with. There might be spare flashlights in the storage though.
On her way there she runs into Leif, followed by Oliver and three people she doesn´t know. The other man looks a lot like Oliver, probably these people are his family. She greets them, and moves to the side to let them through.
This one is very nice, good manners. He eats the meat, ah, the taste of home, and settles down. He can see that he can still get out, so he's content.
Post by: Mirasol on January 17, 2021, 06:24:14 PM
:is: "I feel great! That's probably connected to the fact I just woke up from a nap though. The ship's beds are surprisingly comfy! I drifted off without meaning too. I hope I didn't miss anything important."
When ending up in the hallway again, Dísa finally finds Astrid, talking to the doctor. She stands around unsurely for a bit, but their discussion doesn´t seem to be all that lively, so she thinks it´s safe to pinch in.
":is: Hello! So sorry to interrupt, but I was looking for you, Astrid. You don´t happen to have a blueprint or something of the ship? As the mechanic, I mean? I still need to draw some of the protection-runes, and I need to make sure I don´t forget any important spots. I´ll bring it back tomorrow, I swear!"
Post by: Lallicat on January 17, 2021, 06:38:52 PM
When ending up in the hallway again, Dísa finally finds Astrid, talking to the doctor. She stands around unsurely for a bit, but their discussion doesn´t seem to be all that lively, so she thinks it´s safe to pinch in.
":is: Hello! So sorry to interrupt, but I was looking for you, Astrid. You don´t happen to have a blueprint or something of the ship? As the mechanic, I mean? I still need to draw some of the protection-runes, and I need to make sure I don´t forget any important spots. I´ll bring it back tomorrow, I swear!"
:is: “Ah, I have one in my cabin, hold on, I’ll go get it!” Astrid runs back to her cabin and grabs the book Harald had given her. She runs back to Dísa and gives it to her. :is: “This is the ship’s manual. It should cover pretty much anything you need to know about the ship”
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 17, 2021, 06:57:58 PM
Dísa smiles as well. " :is: I might do that, thank you! And I´ll do my best." Oliver may be annoying, but he´s part of her first crew, and she will do everything she can to protect all of them.
When Sara starts returning to the real world Dísa finally notices that they are actually standing on a rock in her dreamspace. This realization (plus blinking a few times) catapults her back into being awake out of surprise. The half rock is still in her hands. She carefully puts it in a pocket of her jacket. She´ll have to find a better place for it later.
"But you´re right, I do still have some things I need to prepare on the ship." Like finding a flashlight for reading... And drawing runes, yes, that too. She looks expectant at Leif, whether he still wants to say something.
Sara comes back to the land of the waking to see James still standing there, but Oliver and Emily have gone on ship.
The two younger ones go under the deck to find the cabins. Oliver chooses the one closest to the prow of the ship on the starboard side, but when he looks in, he turns to Emily to say with a smile :sct: "Y'know, I think is the gods punishing me for joking about your height".
:sct: "Do you think you could set up your hammock, like on our ship? You'd have to make it so it could be unhooked to get it out of the way of anyone walking down the corridor, though."
:sct: "Now, Emi, that is a good idea."
Once Oliver has got his bags into the storage space under the bed, he hooks one end of his hammock to a clothes hook on the far wall of the room, and ties the other end to a light fitting. He gets in carefully to make sure it can hold his weight, and Emily tries to crouch under it. Once on the other side, she turns to him and :sct: "Well, I had trouble getting under it, so you're going to have to take that end down" she gestures to the end attached to the light fitting "during the day or in emergencies, as from what I can see, they've hired a normal sized crew." she gestures down the corridor to Ludvig, Astrid and Disa with a smile, and Oliver smiles back.
He should talk to the crew more, he thinks, at least be able to recognise them all by name. Being with Emily is nice, but he needs to know those who'se lives depend on him and his on them. Besides, she and the other scots need to get back to showing Icelandic academics the results of the Argyll survey they'd commissioned, this afternoon had just been a diversion.
He gets out of the Hammock, unties one end, and folds it up to put it in the room and mutters quite loudly :sct: "I suppose I've got to remember their names now. I remeber the mage and plain-looking academic from the arguement in the market, but nothing else."
He heads along the corridor to stand close enough to clearly hear the conversation between the mage, medic and mechanic, although perhaps a little further than most would consider such a distance to be.
Post by: Mirasol on January 18, 2021, 09:54:29 AM
:is: “Ah, I have one in my cabin, hold on, I’ll go get it!” Astrid runs back to her cabin and grabs the book Harald had given her. She runs back to Dísa and gives it to her. :is: “This is the ship’s manual. It should cover pretty much anything you need to know about the ship”
Dísa smiles at her brightly.
":is: Great, this is perfect! I´ll go to work then! See you tomorrow, should I be busy until tonight!"
Dísa stops by at her cabin once more to drop off the things she collected until now and doesn´t need anymore. She wraps Sara´s Stone into one of her shirts (that´s the closest she can get to "something to protect it" on short notice), and leaves the extra batteries behind as well. She decides to keep the flashlight with her since it´s already starting to get dark.
Svenny is still on her bed, and has eaten the meat. Though seeing that this might become a problem once she wants to sleep there, she can´t bring herself to make him leave. It´s fine, it´s not a problem right now. She still has a lot to do...
Studying the manual she realizes she has in fact forgotten a few important doors. She starts wandering around the ship painting protection-runes, then moving on to silencing-runes in all loud places she can find. To her surprise, the engine-room is not one of those places. That one is completely silent. After a bit of confusion she realizes that the ship uses solar- and wind-energy to run, which doesn´t make as much noise.
When she is finished painting silencing against trolls on the bridge-door, the main-room and the forge she decides to give modifying the rune a shot after all (on a piece of paper taped to the door for now). Though Harald seems to be done working in the forge for the day, so she won´t see whether it works until morning.
By the point she is done it is completely dark, and she just hopes nobody calls the authorities on the strange person walking over the deck with a flashlight, a can of paint and a book. But luckily, no one seems to see her. She returns to her cabin.
Svenny seems to have fallen asleep. To procrastinate on having to make him move a bit, Dísa finally checks on her guitar. It seems to have taken the heat of the forge surprisingly well. All of the strings are somewhat still on the right hight.
It´s not an expensive instrument, with originally no fancy details, but Dísa has added a few small drawn pictures around the sound-hole: some waves, fish, a puffin on a rock. She even colored them with mediocre success. She has owned the guitar since she was 15, so the paint-job is neither great nor still fully intact, but she decided to actually like the aesthetic and left it the way it was. But now, after a bit of thinking, she paints a silencing-rune on the sound-chamber. Better safe than sorry. (Not the modified one though, since Dísa isn´t sure what it does yet. Plus a guitar would be kind of pointless if no one could hear its music) When the paint has dried enough to not immediately be destroyed when accidentally touching it she starts tuning the guitar as quietly as possible, halfway hoping to not disturb anyone else who might be asleep already, halfway hoping to make the cat wake up.
But he doesn´t, so Dísa gives up after a while, puts the guitar away and carefully pushes Svenny to the side, just enough so she fits on the bed too. Svenny is adorable, but she will not sleep on the floor for him. She falls asleep almost immediately.
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Post by: Kitty on January 21, 2021, 02:44:13 PM
She had everything packed and sent to the ship except for her small bag with some clothes and necessities. She was ready for this.
This is fine.
The first ray of sunshine wakes her up in the morning, and it's time to go. Fifteen minutes later she's packed, dressed and ready to go. She can do this.
Leif is waiting by the ship with a cup of coffee in his hand, dressed in a nice shirt and pants ruined by the fact he is also wearing a bathrobe and fluffy slippers.
Next to him is-
"Viggó!"
She runs up to and hugs her eldest brother. The man is fine two meters tall, with long golden hair, a proper manly beard and a wrinkled uniform. "When did you get here?! I thought you weren't supposed to land until tomorrow!"
"A bit of a changed schedule, I came about... two hours ago? Right?"
"At four, yes" Leif says, not amused.
"I found him in the office without you, but I figured I'd let you sleep" Viggó says with a smile. "You all ready to go?"
"Yes, and you can't stop me" she says decisively.
"Why would I? Just come back and we're good."
She looks away, embarrassed by the fact she assumed he was here for that. "Right."
"Mom and dad had a reaction?"
"A bit, yeah. They just worry, and I get it, and-" He pats her shoulder. "Right."
"You can do it. Go show them all what you're made of, yeah?"
"Yep."
"And at the risk of sounding like them, do take care."
"I will."
"Good luck and- oh! I wanted to give you these..." He digs around his pockets for a few moments. "These." He hands her three small pebbles, each with a rune carved in. "For good luck and some protection, I guess. Leif said your mage is proper, but you never know. Protection, journey. Odin. You are under his protection while you travel. Pray daily."
She gives him a nod, putting the stones in her pocket. Her head is empty, she can't really think of much to say.
What do you say to a sibling before you leave on a journey like this? Maybe... "I'll be seeing you soon." A promise.
"Of course."
One more hug and she goes aboard, leaving Leif and Viggó.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 22, 2021, 09:11:59 AM
Before anyone else is up, he's in the ship's galley, making coffee.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on January 23, 2021, 11:45:53 AM
Harald wakes up silently. He sits up, and straps on his prosthetic foot to the stump of his left leg, testing the bronze mechanism's function briefly before standing and getting dressed quickly and quietly.
Before anyone else is up, he's in the ship's galley, making coffee.
Doc stumbles into the galley a few minutes after Harald, blinking owlishly and groping around for some strong black tea as he boils water. :no: "Morning..." he yawns. His sweater for today is in black and white, presumably to look more professional.
He's got an inkstain on his cheek. It seems he fell asleep on a list he was making of medical supplies. It has several notes about bandages in icelandic that are still readable, if smudged.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 24, 2021, 04:31:32 AM
Again.
Probably.
She's pretty sure she got up to use the head a few hours ago and some doofus had strung up a ducking hammock across the hall, but it's gone now, so maybe she dreamed it.
Whatever.
Mission: Pee, acquire drinking water, return to cabin. Be quiet. Avoid humans. Scan floor for cat.
Ow!
Yeah. Watch out for low doorframes too.
Post by: Solokov on January 24, 2021, 06:05:26 PM
A few minutes later he yawns and sips his crappy hotel coffee while leaning against the gunwale of the ship and watching the way the light of the rising sun glitters on the relatively calm waters in the wharf.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 25, 2021, 12:29:00 PM
Marianne's bladder awakens her shortly after dawn.
Again.
Probably.
She's pretty sure she got up to use the head a few hours ago and some doofus had strung up a ducking hammock across the hall, but it's gone now, so maybe she dreamed it.
Whatever.
Mission: Pee, acquire drinking water, return to cabin. Be quiet. Avoid humans. Scan floor for cat.
Ow!
Yeah. Watch out for low doorframes too.
Harald looks up, sees Marianne, and draws her a cup of water, leaving it on the counter in front of her silently before pouring himself a mug full of coffee.
Leo stretches and unrolls from the hotel bed, re-dresses, and makes his crappy instant hotel coffee before making his way down to check out and quietly stalk his way to the Leif's And.
A few minutes later he yawns and sips his crappy hotel coffee while leaning against the gunwale of the ship and watching the way the light of the rising sun glitters on the relatively calm waters in the wharf.
Harald's nose twitches. He pours another mug of coffee, and heads up above deck, finding Leo with ease. He hands the man the extra mug of actually decent coffee, then, just as silent as before, goes back below deck.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on January 25, 2021, 10:41:44 PM
Harald looks up, sees Marianne, and draws her a cup of water, leaving it on the counter in front of her silently before pouring himself a mug full of coffee.
Marianne chugs the water before remembering to thank Harald, by which time he's already gone.
Huh. OK, this guy's starting to grow on me.
She pours herself another cup of water and manages to make it back to her cabin without meeting anyone else.
The moment she opens the door, Mia dashes out and scampers down the hall.
Post by: Mirasol on January 26, 2021, 02:14:00 PM
Marianne chugs the water before remembering to thank Harald, by which time he's already gone.
Huh. OK, this guy's starting to grow on me.
She pours herself another cup of water and manages to make it back to her cabin without meeting anyone else.
The moment she opens the door, Mia dashes out and scampers down the hall.
Dísa sleeps entirely through her last dawn in Iceland, and probably would have slept until the ship started moving. Luckily her door was still open in case Svenny wanted to leave and people kept walking up and down the hallway. Plus it started smelling like coffee.
Svenny is still there, and still asleep. Having a curled up cat next to you is actually really nice. Dísa carefully gets up to not wake him and stumbles to the bathroom to get dressed, still only half-conscious.
On her way to the source of the coffee-smell, Mia dashes past her. Since Dísa´s brain doesn´t properly work yet, her only reaction to this is stopping and staring at the small orange lightning in confusion.
Post by: doorcf on January 27, 2021, 02:02:50 AM
Post by: Kitty on January 27, 2021, 06:09:37 PM
Maps, too.
She has many.
She didn't forget any, either.
Everything is in order, so she leaves.
Alergo sigh for a last time, his cats would remain with his uncle until he returned from the expedition and he had paid everything there was to to be paid. Now eating breakfast he decides to order a bit more food than normal while also ordering a few snacks for later. Then taking all his equipment and the things needed he needed, Alergo starts walking towards the dock.
Saga spots him from the deck and gives him a wave. She was just about to go downstairs and put her last bags into her cabin, but commander(?) should probably be a bit of a higher priority.
:no: "Good morning, sir...? Are we sailing out immediately? Should I wake the crew?" she asks as he climbs on board. Oh no. Is sir the right way to address him? Should I say Captain? Commander? Mister? Boss???
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on January 27, 2021, 08:33:26 PM
He raises his head, to see Emily sleeping on the other end of the sofa, on top of his legs. That'd explain why they felt so numb. He remebers the night before when they'd both insisted that the other should sleep on the bed, so Oliver had laid down on the sofa, at which point Emily decided to lay on it with her head at the opposite end, unwilling to admit defeat, and they'd both fallen asleep.
He carefully gets up without disturbing Emily enough to wake her up (her insommnia's just as bad, he's not going to deprive her of a rare full night of sleep), picks up the few bits of equipment he hadn't left on the ship, then heads to the room next door. James and Sara are still asleep, but that's no problem. He picks out the half-metre sided box easily, Sara's left it apart from the rest of the baggage. He checks the contents with a smile, before heading downstairs to have breakfast in the hotel and head to the ship, arriving in time to encounter the exchange between Saga and Alergo.
Post by: Solokov on January 29, 2021, 03:09:38 PM
Harald's nose twitches. He pours another mug of coffee, and heads up above deck, finding Leo with ease. He hands the man the extra mug of actually decent coffee, then, just as silent as before, goes back below deck.
Leo stares at the newly appeared cup of coffee, blinks, and pours out the crappy hotel coffee over the side of the ship and sips at the fresh cup.
Post by: Ragnarok on January 30, 2021, 04:45:23 PM
Instead of making a fuss, he grabs his tongs, peels the piece of paper off the door, and drops it into the fire. The fire briefly turns blue, then goes back to normal.
Harald checks the state of his tools and the various bits and pieces he'd put together. Best to mount the harpoon heads today, if they were going to be shipping out.
Despite the noise within the forge as he goes to work, nobody outside hears anything.
Post by: Mirasol on January 31, 2021, 06:33:07 AM
"Uhm, does this coffee... belong to anybody? I mean, can I just take a cup or should I make new one?"
She blinks at him, processing.
"You have something there."
She points at her own cheek, mimicking the inkstain on the doctor´s face.
Post by: Fuzipeg on January 31, 2021, 07:10:38 PM
Post by: phyrestorm999 on February 01, 2021, 03:48:33 AM
Mia likes running.
She's only been able to do it for a few days. It's hard. It makes her tired. But it's fun!
And she smells the place where she last got food! It's right there! YAY!
Svenny feels the nice one leaving, wobbles to his feet, stretches, and then curls back up. No point in wasting this wonderful sleep time, there will probably be much action later as they're travelling. Much better to sleep now.
Mia dashes through the door Disa left open and has climbed most of the way onto the bed before she realizes.
The big scary guy is still here!
And now she's got a claw stuck in the bedding!
AAAAAAHHH!!!
Post by: Lallicat on February 02, 2021, 02:47:01 PM
Post by: Fuzipeg on February 02, 2021, 06:13:49 PM
Whee!Hearing the yowling from the young one, Svenny lifts his sleepy head to look at her, watching closely. If she comes closer he will have to move. If she starts getting hurt, he'll have to bat her into letting go. His eyes narrow as he waits for the conclusion.
Mia likes running.
She's only been able to do it for a few days. It's hard. It makes her tired. But it's fun!
And she smells the place where she last got food! It's right there! YAY!
Mia dashes through the door Disa left open and has climbed most of the way onto the bed before she realizes.
The big scary guy is still here!
And now she's got a claw stuck in the bedding!
AAAAAAHHH!!!
Post by: Ragnarok on February 03, 2021, 12:04:32 AM
Whee!
Mia likes running.
She's only been able to do it for a few days. It's hard. It makes her tired. But it's fun!
And she smells the place where she last got food! It's right there! YAY!
Mia dashes through the door Disa left open and has climbed most of the way onto the bed before she realizes.
The big scary guy is still here!
And now she's got a claw stuck in the bedding!
AAAAAAHHH!!!
Harald walks out of the forge, picks up the screaming cat by the scruff of her neck while disentangling her from the bedding, and glares directly into her eyes.
:fi: "Be quiet," he says firmly.
He then puts the cat down, goes back into his forge, and closes the door.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on February 03, 2021, 05:01:21 AM
Harald walks out of the forge, picks up the screaming cat by the scruff of her neck while disentangling her from the bedding, and glares directly into her eyes.
:fin: "Be quiet," he says firmly.
He then puts the cat down, goes back into his forge, and closes the door.
Confused and a bit freaked out, Mia stays where Harald put her for several seconds, then hisses after his retreating back. Having had enough of exploring for right now, she toddles back toward Marianne's cabin, only to be scooped up from behind by Marianne herself.
"THERE you are! Look, I'll show you around later, but right now, it is too goddamn early for this shit."
Marianne makes sure the cabin door is securely closed behind them, deposits the kitten on her bed, flops back down, and pulls the pillow over her head.
Post by: doorcf on February 03, 2021, 06:25:49 PM
Saga first goes to the bridge, taking one last look at the instruments, both modern and primitive, that she was going to use for this journey.:dk: "No actually, just came here since I didn't have anything to do so I decided to come here and leave my things ready to when when the rest are ready" - answers Alergo truthfully
Maps, too.
She has many.
She didn't forget any, either.
Everything is in order, so she leaves.
Saga spots him from the deck and gives him a wave. She was just about to go downstairs and put her last bags into her cabin, but commander(?) should probably be a bit of a higher priority.
:no: "Good morning, sir...? Are we sailing out immediately? Should I wake the crew?" she asks as he climbs on board. Oh no. Is sir the right way to address him? Should I say Captain? Commander? Mister? Boss???
Post by: Ragnarok on February 08, 2021, 09:26:33 PM
Post by: amaranthineamusement on February 10, 2021, 07:39:49 PM
":is: Morning", Dísa mumbles to no specific person that may or may not be in the room when she reaches the galley. There is still coffee in the jug. She turns around, now actually checking whether someone else is here. Ludvig is, but he is drinking tea.
"Uhm, does this coffee... belong to anybody? I mean, can I just take a cup or should I make new one?"
She blinks at him, processing.
"You have something there."
She points at her own cheek, mimicking the inkstain on the doctor´s face.
Doc seems surprised that anyone is talking to him, but blinks awake. :is: "Morning! Yes! Ah, I don't... know?" He pauses, then drops his voice. "Take the coffee before anyone sees you, they'll never be able to account for the difference."
At her pointing, he scrubs at his cheek- most of the inkstain comes off. He looks a little embarrassed. "Oh! Thank you. I think I fell asleep on some notes that weren't finished drying."
Post by: Mirasol on February 11, 2021, 08:40:22 AM
Doc seems surprised that anyone is talking to him, but blinks awake. :is: "Morning! Yes! Ah, I don't... know?" He pauses, then drops his voice. "Take the coffee before anyone sees you, they'll never be able to account for the difference."
At her pointing, he scrubs at his cheek- most of the inkstain comes off. He looks a little embarrassed. "Oh! Thank you. I think I fell asleep on some notes that weren't finished drying."
Dísa takes the advice and manages to pour herself a cup right before Harald enters. But looking around in the room, there seems to be only this one coffeepot anyways, so she wouldn´t have had any other chance than drinking from it.
As the forge-door opens she notices another thing: Her test-rune is gone! She nearly chokes on the coffee. Oh no, what if it did something bad and then disappeared???
While hectically looking around everywhere she asks as casually as possible: ":is: Did someone happen to see a piece of paper sticked to this door?" Since she´s pretty sure Harald can´t understand her, she repeats in brocken Finnish: ":fi: piece of picture... uhm, paper ... on the door?"
Post by: Ragnarok on February 11, 2021, 11:35:23 AM
Dísa takes the advice and manages to pour herself a cup right before Harald enters. But looking around in the room, there seems to be only this one coffeepot anyways, so she wouldn´t have had any other chance than drinking from it.
As the forge-door opens she notices another thing: Her test-rune is gone! She nearly chokes on the coffee. Oh no, what if it did something bad and then disappeared???
While hectically looking around everywhere she asks as casually as possible: ":is: Did someone happen to see a piece of paper sticked to this door?" Since she´s pretty sure Harald can´t understand her, she repeats in brocken Finnish: ":fi: piece of picture... uhm, paper ... on the door?"
Harald nods. :fi: "Not needed," he said shortly. "I added soundproofing to the workshop walls last night. Your help is appreciated, though."
Post by: Fuzipeg on February 12, 2021, 08:28:48 AM
Confused and a bit freaked out, Mia stays where Harald put her for several seconds, then hisses after his retreating back. Having had enough of exploring for right now, she toddles back toward Marianne's cabin, only to be scooped up from behind by Marianne herself.Svenny settles back down as the young one is removed from the vicinity, but realises that he should probably go on a patrol or something. They haven't left yet, so should be quick.
"THERE you are! Look, I'll show you around later, but right now, it is too goddamn early for this shit."
Marianne makes sure the cabin door is securely closed behind them, deposits the kitten on her bed, flops back down, and pulls the pillow over her head.
He eats the remaining food, and pootles around the deck, checking each area quickly, skimming over the eating area where the long legs are gathering, completes his round, then stares out a window for a while; before going to introduce himself to the long legs again.
After sitting watching them yammer for a while, and getting some pets, he decides to go bask in the sun on a window ledge somewhere near the warm room. Nice and comfy again.
He's noticed that this big box they're staying in moves a little, which is confusing as they're stationary. He doesn't dwell on it though.
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Post by: Solokov on February 12, 2021, 12:55:14 PM
After a few minutes he starts hearing people below so he pokes his head into the common area to glance around.
:fi: "Does anyone know when we're planning to get under way?"
Post by: Ragnarok on February 13, 2021, 12:12:47 PM
Leo yawns as he sips at the coffee watching the dockyard.
After a few minutes he starts hearing people below so he pokes his head into the common area to glance around.
:fi: "Does anyone know when we're planning to get under way?"
Harald shrugs. :fi: "That depends on Leif, doesn't it?"
Post by: doorcf on February 13, 2021, 12:58:04 PM
Post by: Mirasol on February 13, 2021, 03:19:12 PM
Harald nods. :fi: "Not needed," he said shortly. "I added soundproofing to the workshop walls last night. Your help is appreciated, though."
Though she didn´t understand every word Harald said, Dísa is pretty sure she got the gist of it. Phew, so that´s not a catastrophy about to happen. Though she is very interested in what Harald did instead to keep the sounds in, she can´t kick her Finnish-knowledge into working just enough to formulate a question just yet. Too short after getting up. Coffee should help.
She sits down at the table and takes sips from her cup. She pets Svenny who just came in to say good morning.
Astrid wakes up to the sound of voices and the smell of coffee. She sleepily walks into the galley, and mumbles a greeting to the room.
When she realizes Astrid is here Dísa also realizes she still has the ship-manual in her belt-pocket. She hands it to her, smiling.
":is: Morning! Here´s your manual back, thank you for lending it to me."
Post by: Solokov on February 16, 2021, 08:46:30 AM
Harald shrugs. :fi: "That depends on Leif, doesn't it?"
Leo shrugs, :fi: "I'd argue it depends on Saga since they are our navigator. Leif is mostly the financier." he pauses to take a sip of coffee then adds, "I think."
Post by: Ragnarok on February 17, 2021, 10:27:58 AM
Leo shrugs, :fi: "I'd argue it depends on Saga since they are our navigator. Leif is mostly the financier." he pauses to take a sip of coffee then adds, "I think."
:fi: "Let me know when they arrive, then," Harald says, before hoisting up his bundle of harpoons and walking out.
After leaving his things on his quarters Alergo decides to go to walk around the ship to see where everything was, after all knowing the ship you would travel on is very useful.
Harald passes by the smaller man without giving him a glance.
He heads out onto the deck, and straps the harpoon bundle securely to one of the ammunition lockers near the depth charge launcher. All the various tools to fend off a sea beast in one place.
Post by: Lallicat on February 17, 2021, 11:21:29 AM
When she realizes Astrid is here Dísa also realizes she still has the ship-manual in her belt-pocket. She hands it to her, smiling.
":is: Morning! Here´s your manual back, thank you for lending it to me."
:is: "Oh! Thanks!" It takes Astrid's brain a few seconds to remember why Dísa has the manual. "I'm glad it helped! Did you get all your runes painted?"
Post by: Mirasol on February 20, 2021, 09:18:15 AM
:is: "Oh! Thanks!" It takes Astrid's brain a few seconds to remember why Dísa has the manual. "I'm glad it helped! Did you get all your runes painted?"
":is: Yes, I did, everything is in order now. Thank you again, this was a huge help."
Dísa pauses and tries to come up with something to talk about, but as she fails, she just says:
"Coffee is over there if you want some. Well, at least so far no one got mad at me for taking some. Do you want to sit down?"
She moves the chair she sits on a bit to the side to make space for Astrid.
Post by: Solokov on February 22, 2021, 11:14:56 AM
:fi: Let me know when they arrive, then," Harald says, before hoisting up his bundle of harpoons and walking out.
Leo sips his coffee before responding, :fi: "I think Saga is already onboard, our financier isn't here though. " He slips out of the galley and resumes his leaning against the gunnel of the boat and watches the growing activity in the harbour.
Post by: Lallicat on February 22, 2021, 06:35:43 PM
":is: Yes, I did, everything is in order now. Thank you again, this was a huge help."
Dísa pauses and tries to come up with something to talk about, but as she fails, she just says:
"Coffee is over there if you want some. Well, at least so far no one got mad at me for taking some. Do you want to sit down?"
She moves the chair she sits on a bit to the side to make space for Astrid.
:is: "Thanks!" Astrid goes to grab some coffee, then pulls a chair up next to Dísa. :is: "So, we're leaving today. It's never really felt real until now," says Astrid, trying to avoid awkward silence.
Post by: Kitty on February 24, 2021, 04:23:56 PM
:dk: "No actually, just came here since I didn't have anything to do so I decided to come here and leave my things ready to when when the rest are ready" - answers Alergo truthfully
:no: "Oh. Understood, sir, I will get everybody ready" she says. She considers saluting for a moment, but decides against it. She heads below deck, only to run into Harald that is going up.
"Ah, hello. Please get ready soon."
With that, she continues downstairs, to see... majority of people awake. Nice! She claps her hands. "Good morning everybody, this is your last chance. Check if you have everything you need and get ready for sailing out. Where is Marianne...?" The person that could sail the ship should really be awake when they are sailing out. Right? Right. "Anyhow, to your stations as soon as possible. We should be ready to leave in twenty, I'd say."
With that, she heads to the cabins and leaves last of her bags inside. After that, she starts checking other cabins to find and wake Marianne.
Leif is meanwhile, still at the docks with the Viking-like brother. Chilling. Neither of them were leaving with the crew, and he really doesn't have anything else to tell them. He just wants to watch the ship as it leaves.
Post by: Mirasol on February 25, 2021, 11:19:24 AM
:is: "Thanks!" Astrid goes to grab some coffee, then pulls a chair up next to Dísa. :is: "So, we're leaving today. It's never really felt real until now," says Astrid, trying to avoid awkward silence.
":is: We sure do, huh?" Dísa sips her coffee looking around in the room. So, this is it. "Strange to think we´ll be going where no one went for over 130 years." Also away from everything we´ve ever known. Dísa doesn´t say that last part out loud, as just thinking it makes her already a little homesick. But also happy. And sad. Oh dear.
:no: "Oh. Understood, sir, I will get everybody ready" she says. She considers saluting for a moment, but decides against it. She heads below deck, only to run into Harald that is going up.
"Ah, hello. Please get ready soon."
With that, she continues downstairs, to see... majority of people awake. Nice! She claps her hands. "Good morning everybody, this is your last chance. Check if you have everything you need and get ready for sailing out. Where is Marianne...?" The person that could sail the ship should really be awake when they are sailing out. Right? Right. "Anyhow, to your stations as soon as possible. We should be ready to leave in twenty, I'd say."
With that, she heads to the cabins and leaves last of her bags inside. After that, she starts checking other cabins to find and wake Marianne.
Oh right, Dísa is here to work! Good, other thoughts. She quickly empties her cup and puts it into the sink.
"Ok then, I think I still need to prepare some things in my cabin." Like, securing stuff. And eating Icelandic pastries! "I´ll see you on the bridge or from wherever we´re allowed to watch our boat leave the harbor! I´m not missing that!"
She sais goodbye to Astrid and Ludvig and takes her leave back to the cabin. She saw Svenny sitting in front of a window here, so she might actually be able to put her luggage away now.
After arriving at her room she puts everything under the bed and prepares her gun and harpoon. She packs some pencils and paper too, just in case some emergency rune is needed. And of course the galdrastafur-book. And the Kleinas. Then she rushes on deck to see the boat start to sail and help if needed.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on February 28, 2021, 09:51:13 PM
Marianne removes the pillow from her head to admonish the little pest and realizes it's full daylight.
Shitshitshit! How did she manage to sleep through reveille? Or is everyone expected to wake up on their own? Why does no one tell her these things?!
Marianne throws on her boots, jacket, and the scabbard containing her knife. Two minutes later, she's on the bridge, another glass of water next to her, and Mia perched on her shoulder. Five minutes after that, she meets Saga in a hallway.
"Ma'am, all instruments seem in working order. I'm ready to weigh anchor when you are."
Post by: Kitty on March 01, 2021, 10:21:54 AM
"MIIIAAAA!!"
Marianne removes the pillow from her head to admonish the little pest and realizes it's full daylight.
Shitshitshit! How did she manage to sleep through reveille? Or is everyone expected to wake up on their own? Why does no one tell her these things?!
Marianne throws on her boots, jacket, and the scabbard containing her knife. Two minutes later, she's on the bridge, another glass of water next to her, and Mia perched on her shoulder. Five minutes after that, she meets Saga in a hallway.
"Ma'am, all instruments seem in working order. I'm ready to weigh anchor when you are."
:no: "Oh, great! Thanks for good work. I will check with the captain and then we should be all good to go" Saga says. She leaves to find Alergo.
"Sir, everybody is awake and on their stations, and everything is ready to go. Say the word and we will sail out."
The guy is the boss. She isn't going to give orders in his place, that's rude.
Post by: Solokov on March 01, 2021, 10:50:11 AM
He glances in the direction of two teens carrying backpacks, clad in military mage gear and sulking stop a crate.The look on his face is stern, as if to say "I know you're there. Stop trying to sneak on board."
Post by: Ragnarok on March 01, 2021, 03:58:34 PM
Post by: doorcf on March 03, 2021, 11:07:15 AM
:no: "Oh, great! Thanks for good work. I will check with the captain and then we should be all good to go" Saga says. She leaves to find Alergo.:dk: "Well then, lets sail out and lets go to the bridge to choose our first destination" - says Alergo
"Sir, everybody is awake and on their stations, and everything is ready to go. Say the word and we will sail out."
The guy is the boss. She isn't going to give orders in his place, that's rude.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on March 04, 2021, 06:27:44 PM
Post by: Solokov on March 08, 2021, 08:25:59 AM
He returns his gaze on his niece and nephew after a quiet chuckle at the scene.
Post by: Kitty on March 08, 2021, 09:57:29 AM
:dk: "Well then, lets sail out and lets go to the bridge to choose our first destination" - says Alergo
Saga brightly smiles.
This is it, they are going to go. Off, into the Silent World. With her. She, who is not immune.
She will really have to do everything she can to not be a burden.
No, wrong way of thinking - she is already not a burden. She has an important role. And others have a role to protect her.
She will be fine.
Leif wouldn't hire bad or incompetent people.
She heads to the bridge with Alergo and gives Marianne a nod. "Take her out" she says, barely hiding excitement in her voice, while really hoping this was the right phrase for sailing out.
It probably is.
It's hard to misunderstand her when it's obvious the time has come to set out.
Post by: Ragnarok on March 08, 2021, 10:21:49 AM
:no:
"Moren min fortalte meg det
En dag ville jeg kjøpe
Byssa med gode årer
Seil til fjerne bredder
Moren min fortalte meg det
En dag ville jeg kjøpe (kjøpe)
Byssa med gode årer
Seil til fjerne bredder
Stå på stryket
Edelbark jeg styrer
(Jevn) jevn kurs for havnen
Klipp mange fiender
Klipp mange fiender...
Moren min fortalte meg det
En dag ville jeg kjøpe
Rustning av lyse skalaer
Kjemp for fjerne konger
Stå med armbrødre
Edel sak holder jeg
Stødig, hold deg i kampen
Klipp mange fiender
Klipp mange fiender....
Moren min fortalte meg det
En dag ville jeg tjene
En krigers død i herlighet
Sjel til fjerne riker
Stå foran gudene
Edel for min sjel (sjel)
Stødig videre til Valhalla
Hugget av fiendemennene
Hugget av fiendemennene...
Post by: Solokov on March 08, 2021, 10:41:49 AM
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Post by: Mirasol on March 08, 2021, 12:44:35 PM
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on March 08, 2021, 07:13:25 PM
:no: "Oh. Understood, sir, I will get everybody ready" she says. She considers saluting for a moment, but decides against it. She heads below deck, only to run into Harald that is going up.
"Ah, hello. Please get ready soon."
With that, she continues downstairs, to see... majority of people awake. Nice! She claps her hands. "Good morning everybody, this is your last chance. Check if you have everything you need and get ready for sailing out. Where is Marianne...?" The person that could sail the ship should really be awake when they are sailing out. Right? Right. "Anyhow, to your stations as soon as possible. We should be ready to leave in twenty, I'd say."
With that, she heads to the cabins and leaves last of her bags inside. After that, she starts checking other cabins to find and wake Marianne.
Leif is meanwhile, still at the docks with the Viking-like brother. Chilling. Neither of them were leaving with the crew, and he really doesn't have anything else to tell them. He just wants to watch the ship as it leaves.
Oliver stops to listen to Saga, continues on to his room, puts the box down on the bed, then makes his way up to the deck.
Leo is momentarily distracted by the sight of a child running down the docks with a bowl of breakfast being followed by a lot of seagulls. Surprisingly there is far less screaming from the whole commotion than one would expect. There still is some though.
He returns his gaze on his niece and nephew after a quiet chuckle at the scene.
Oliver chuckles at the sight, before reaching into a pouch on his belt, taking a pebble from the small rocks, nuts, bolts and assorted fragments of the silent world it contains, and slings it at one of the seagulls, striking the bird in the ribs and sending it flying away with indignant squaks.
:sct: "Bloody gulls, the lowest form of uninfected life in land, sea or sky" he sighs with a vehement undertone.
As the ship begins to move, Harald hums to himself, then begins singing softly.
:no:Spoiler: show
As he picks up the faint traces of Harald's song, he also begins to sing, in a similarly soft tone
:sct:
An t-àrdachadh gun sgur
Èist ri àrdachadh na mara
Tàirneanach a ’chuain
Mar a chuala mi e nuair a bha mi nam phàiste
Gun atharrachadh, gun truas
A ’briseadh air gainmheach na tràghad
An t-àrdachadh gun sgur
Èist ri àrdachadh na mara
Thig mi thugad aon uair eile
Air bàta chan eil fios aig duine againn
Le companaich chèin
An àite charaidean is theaghlach
Ach deònaich dhuinn siubhal tro na mannan rìoghail agad
Mar sin is dòcha gun lorg sinn fearann
Faded bho chuimhne
Post by: phyrestorm999 on March 08, 2021, 10:16:02 PM
She heads to the bridge with Alergo and gives Marianne a nod. "Take her out" she says, barely hiding excitement in her voice, while really hoping this was the right phrase for sailing out."Yes, ma'am!" Marianne responds.
It probably is.
It's hard to misunderstand her when it's obvious the time has come to set out.
The rattle of the anchor chain being drawn in alarms Mia, who fluffs up and stares at it, wide-eyed, from her perch on Marianne's shoulder. As the boat pulls away from the dock, she flattens herself against Marianne's jacket and digs in with all four sets of claws, trembling. Marianne takes one hand off the wheel for just a moment to give the kitten a reassuring stroke.
"I know. It's okay. Just don't throw up or pee on me."
Post by: Fuzipeg on March 09, 2021, 01:54:12 PM
He runs as fast as he can while gingerly avoiding touching the moving floor. The land boxes that move aren't like this, what is this? Is this a crisis? Are we being jostled by some huge beast?
He enters the Forge screaming, his walk something akin to reacting as of the floor was sticky, or someone had put boots on him.
"MEAAAAAAARRLL, MEEEA-" *WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT IS-* and with a slight swell, and Svenny teetering on two opposite feet, he falls over, looks confused, and lies flat on the floor before vomiting up breakfast.
This cat gets sea sick...
Post by: Lallicat on March 09, 2021, 05:30:34 PM
Post by: doorcf on March 09, 2021, 11:50:29 PM
First is to plan where the crew would stop either to explore, forage or trade and finally the feeling that not only all his experience and more will be needed but the question if the crew is ready for what was to come.
Dismissing the second thought Alergo decides to concentrate on what he could do, a lesson he learned from his platoon commander.
Alergo then smiles a bit and sighs
"Stay save you crazy bastards and don't die while I'm here, I'm gonna come back" thinks Alergo while as his platoon crosses his mind
Now, worries gone, it was time to plan where to stop, better to have a rough plan than nothing and after all, plans could be changed depending on the situation
Post by: Mirasol on March 11, 2021, 11:30:56 AM
Svenny, who was dozing off after doing the rounds, jumps into the air with the juddering of the floor as it moves. He'd been on moving floors before, but they usually just float gently in small bodies of water, this, this was something different, something scary.
He runs as fast as he can while gingerly avoiding touching the moving floor. The land boxes that move aren't like this, what is this? Is this a crisis? Are we being jostled by some huge beast?
He enters the Forge screaming, his walk something akin to reacting as of the floor was sticky, or someone had put boots on him.
"MEAAAAAAARRLL, MEEEA-" *WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT IS-* and with a slight swell, and Svenny teetering on two opposite feet, he falls over, looks confused, and lies flat on the floor before vomiting up breakfast.
This cat gets sea sick...
Iceland is out of sight way sooner than Dísa expected. A bit of homesickness hits her the moment she realises she can´t see it anymore. But there´s new things to look at! Staying so close to the rail in the silent... waters? is maybe not such a great idea, but she´ll definitly stay here and try to see a seabeast. But first she needs to throw away her empty pastry-bag.
She saw a trashcan in the galley earlier, so that´s where she goes. From there she notices that the door to the forge is open. Fast breathing is coming from in there. What´s up with that? She finds poor Svenny laying on the floor in his vomit.
":is: Oh no you poor thing! Are you sick?"
Dísa looks around hectically. What to do in a situation like this? She doesn´t know what to do with a sick cat!? And everyone else is on deck! Help, yes, get help! That´s good. Which one is the medic again? Ludvig, right? Maybe she should also tell Harald, since it´s his forge. And Alergo, he´s the captain. And isn´t Astrid a cat-expert or something?
Turning back to Svenny again, she tells him: "You´ll be fine, don´t worry! Stay here, I´ll go get someone!"
Dísa runs upstairs as fast as possible and waves towards everyone in sight.
":is: Help! Someone help! Our cat threw up in the forge, I think he´s sick! Uh... :fi: Help!"
The wind is quite loud, so she´s not sure whether anybody heard her. To make the point clear she gestures towards the stairs.
Post by: Ragnarok on March 12, 2021, 08:37:26 PM
Iceland is out of sight way sooner than Dísa expected. A bit of homesickness hits her the moment she realises she can´t see it anymore. But there´s new things to look at! Staying so close to the rail in the silent... waters? is maybe not such a great idea, but she´ll definitly stay here and try to see a seabeast. But first she needs to throw away her empty pastry-bag.
She saw a trashcan in the galley earlier, so that´s where she goes. From there she notices that the door to the forge is open. Fast breathing is coming from in there. What´s up with that? She finds poor Svenny laying on the floor in his vomit.
":is: Oh no you poor thing! Are you sick?"
Dísa looks around hectically. What to do in a situation like this? She doesn´t know what to do with a sick cat!? And everyone else is on deck! Help, yes, get help! That´s good. Which one is the medic again? Ludvig, right? Maybe she should also tell Harald, since it´s his forge. And Alergo, he´s the captain. And isn´t Astrid a cat-expert or something?
Turning back to Svenny again, she tells him: "You´ll be fine, don´t worry! Stay here, I´ll go get someone!"
Dísa runs upstairs as fast as possible and waves towards everyone in sight.
":is: Help! Someone help! Our cat threw up in the forge, I think he´s sick! Uh... :fi: Help!"
The wind is quite loud, so she´s not sure whether anybody heard her. To make the point clear she gestures towards the stairs.
Harald looks back, sees Disa, and limps over. :fi: "What?"
Post by: Mirasol on March 13, 2021, 11:42:54 AM
Harald looks back, sees Disa, and limps over. :fi: "What?"
Okay, Finnish-skills, don´t fail me!, Dísa thinks. ":fi: Svenny, the cat! he´s ...crap what´s the Finnish word for "sick" again? Oh, right! sick!"
She has no clue what "forge" means, so pointing there will have to do.
Post by: Solokov on March 13, 2021, 03:31:46 PM
:fi: "Its so cold, they all know, What you've done, you can't run, Vengeance is the law for thee, A thousand leagues below the sea, You've been tracked, you've been seen, Murdering the next of kin, Ate their hearts, drank their blood, Washed your fins in blackened mud, Now you swim, try to hide."
Okay, Finnish-skills, don´t fail me!, Dísa thinks. ":fi: Svenny, the cat! he´s ...crap what´s the Finnish word for "sick" again? Oh, right! sick!"
She has no clue what "forge" means, so pointing there will have to do.
He quietly hops off the depth charge launcher and makes his way over to Disa and Harald motioning for Disa to lead the way. :is: "Show the way."
Post by: Mirasol on March 14, 2021, 02:11:36 PM
Leo is quietly singing to himself while sitting atop the depth charge launcher while fiddling with his riflescope and occasionally sighting in on... something off in the water while the commotion makes its way to the deck.
:fi: "Its so cold, they all know, What you've done, you can't run, Vengeance is the law for thee, A thousand leagues below the sea, You've been tracked, you've been seen, Murdering the next of kin, Ate their hearts, drank their blood, Washed your fins in blackened mud, Now you swim, try to hide."
He quietly hops off the depth charge launcher and makes his way over to Disa and Harald motioning for Disa to lead the way. :is: "Show the way."
Oh thank goodness, somebody who can translate!
Dísa nods and gestures the two to follow. Then she scurries back to the forge where Svenny still lies on the ground.
":is: Here, I found him like this."
Post by: Kitty on March 15, 2021, 09:16:19 PM
Everybody seems to be up and about, which is nice. From the bridge, Saga can see Dísa in some kind of distress, half of the crew singing, and a group of people on the wharf, saluting to the ship as they depart. Her brother and Lief gave her a final wave...
No.
Not final, because she will return.
She goes around Marrianne, checking the equipment all over the bridge. After consulting with the maps, sonar and weather equipment, she gives her detailed instructions at what speed to keep the ship at what points, which direction to set a course for and for how long, and to inform her as soon as something unexpected happens.
After that flood of information, she leaves it to her to handling her duty and/or setting an autopilot.
She takes a seat in her little corner for everything on the ship and around the ship. Radio, sonar, maps, weather, all info showing up around her and telling her that everything is fine and nothing is happening.
For a moment, she considers wearing a mask. She has it with her for emergencies or course, but should she consider herself to be in a permanent state of emergency...?
No, that would be kinda dumb.
She will put it on when something starts to happen, like an attack.
Until then, she will keep an eye on everything and knit.
Post by: Ragnarok on March 15, 2021, 10:27:59 PM
Oh thank goodness, somebody who can translate!
Dísa nods and gestures the two to follow. Then she scurries back to the forge where Svenny still lies on the ground.
":is: Here, I found him like this."
Harald picks the cat up by the scruff of his neck, puts him on a different, seemingly arbitrary section of floor, and then goes and gets a mop.
Post by: Solokov on March 15, 2021, 11:21:51 PM
Harald picks the cat up by the scruff of his neck, puts him on a different, seemingly arbitrary section of floor, and then goes and gets a mop.
Leo carefully starts examining Svenny. :fi: "So... what seems to be the issue here? Food poisoning? Or something else?"
Post by: Ragnarok on March 16, 2021, 12:01:41 AM
Leo carefully starts examining Svenny. :fi: "So... what seems to be the issue here? Food poisoning? Or something else?"
Harald glances at Svenny. :fi: "Seasick," he pronounces shortly, mopping up the mess.
Post by: Mirasol on March 16, 2021, 03:26:20 PM
Harald glances at Svenny. :fi: "Seasick," he pronounces shortly, mopping up the mess.
":fi: Seasick?", Dísa wonders when she comes back from the galley where she got a bowl of water for Svenny. She puts it down in front of him so he can drink it.
Due to a lack of Finnish words she switches back to Icelandic. ":is: A cat assigned to a marine mission? Leif did hire a cat that was on a boat before, didn´t he?"
The moment she says this out loud she gets a feeling that Leif did very much not pay attention to that qualification for the cat.
Post by: Kitty on March 16, 2021, 05:47:41 PM
She decides to work step by step.
She gets up and steps on the deck. "Alergo, Oliver, can you come for one more moment, please?"
Decisions must be made.
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":fi: Seasick?", Dísa wonders when she comes back from the galley where she got a bowl of water for Svenny. She puts it down in front of him so he can drink it.
Due to a lack of Finnish words she switches back to Icelandic. ":is: A cat assigned to a marine mission? Leif did hire a cat that was on a boat before, didn´t he?"
The moment she says this out loud she gets a feeling that Leif did very much not pay attention to that qualification for the cat.
Back on the wharf, on his way back to the office, Leif sneezes.
...maybe he should've wore some warmer clothes.
Post by: doorcf on March 18, 2021, 02:48:30 PM
Hmmm... with everything working as intended, Saga knits in the corner and studies maps and other information she has. Every major city by the coast is a point of interest, but the issue is, there is quite a lot.Alergo hears Saga, turns to face her and answers :dk:"sure, what do you need me for?"
She decides to work step by step.
She gets up and steps on the deck. "Alergo, Oliver, can you come for one more moment, please?"
Decisions must be made.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on March 18, 2021, 02:54:11 PM
Right.
Everybody seems to be up and about, which is nice. From the bridge, Saga can see Dísa in some kind of distress, half of the crew singing, and a group of people on the wharf, saluting to the ship as they depart. Her brother and Lief gave her a final wave...
No.
Not final, because she will return.
She goes around Marrianne, checking the equipment all over the bridge. After consulting with the maps, sonar and weather equipment, she gives her detailed instructions at what speed to keep the ship at what points, which direction to set a course for and for how long, and to inform her as soon as something unexpected happens.
After that flood of information, she leaves it to her to handling her duty and/or setting an autopilot.
She takes a seat in her little corner for everything on the ship and around the ship. Radio, sonar, maps, weather, all info showing up around her and telling her that everything is fine and nothing is happening.
For a moment, she considers wearing a mask. She has it with her for emergencies or course, but should she consider herself to be in a permanent state of emergency...?
No, that would be kinda dumb.
She will put it on when something starts to happen, like an attack.
Until then, she will keep an eye on everything and knit.
Oliver spots James, Sara and Emily on the wharf and waves, shouting :sct: "I got Baldrick, thanks, hope the rest of the tour goes well, i'll get the mage to send a postcard if they can."
Hmmm... with everything working as intended, Saga knits in the corner and studies maps and other information she has. Every major city by the coast is a point of interest, but the issue is, there is quite a lot.
She decides to work step by step.
She gets up and steps on the deck. "Alergo, Oliver, can you come for one more moment, please?"
Decisions must be made.
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Back on the wharf, on his way back to the office, Leif sneezes.
...maybe he should've wore some warmer clothes.
:eng: "Coming" and he walks into the bridge
Post by: Kitty on March 18, 2021, 03:10:54 PM
She takes a nice map showing British Isles in great detail and places it on top of everything else.
"And Alergo is the captain, so he should probably have the final word. Right?"
Right. She takes a knitting needle and starts pointing at things.
"Aberdeen - coastal, has a university potentially full of books that should, according to Old World information, be reasonably close to the coast so we wouldn't have to go deep into the city. Reasonably close to the quickest route through the Northern Sea.
Dundee - coastal, university which is close to the coast, potentially dangerous because of how close the ship will go to land of the bay. Would require significant course adjustments.
Edinburgh - coastal, university outside the city, likely extremely dangerous due to the pre-Rash population size. Requires major course adjustments.
Sunderland - coastal, university right next to the river. Reasonably close to the quickest route through Northern Sea.
Uhh... a bunch of lesser towns and cities I don't think are worth the potential danger... and London. Probably extremely dangerous.
...any ideas? Recommendations? Orders? I'd say we shouldn't visit more than two cities if we plan to keep on track."
Post by: Solokov on March 18, 2021, 03:24:29 PM
Harald glances at Svenny. :fi: "Seasick," he pronounces shortly, mopping up the mess.
Leo arches an eyebrow as he carefully cleans Svenny up from the vomit to check for any other signs of distress from the cat.
'...We have seasickness meds, but they're meant for people... would have to math out the dosage for an animal this small.'
Post by: Ragnarok on March 19, 2021, 11:25:35 AM
Post by: Solokov on March 19, 2021, 10:01:17 PM
Harald finishes mopping up the cat puke, puts the mop and bucket away, and looks the Disa and Leo over. :fi: "I need to set a few things right, alone," he says bluntly. "Please leave. I will be back shortly."
Leo nods, carefully cradles Svenny and carries the cat out of the forge.
Post by: amaranthineamusement on March 20, 2021, 11:56:21 AM
Is there still coffee left? He heads down to the kitchens, walking through the hallways in search of something to wake himself up more fully.
Spoiler: ooc • show
Post by: Mirasol on March 20, 2021, 12:20:24 PM
Leo nods, carefully cradles Svenny and carries the cat out of the forge.
Dísa only understood parts of what Harald said, but as Leo took it as a que to leave, she follows him outside as well, taking the waterbowl with her.
Doc leans out over the railing as they leave, searching for his sister even though he knows she;s busy at work. Then, he turns back to the rest of the ship...
Is there still coffee left? He heads down to the kitchens, walking through the hallways in search of something to wake himself up more fully.Spoiler: ooc • show
As they reach the galley, the doc is there too. He can probably help Svenny, right?
":is: Hello Ludvig! Uh... we have a bit of a situation here. Do you have medicine or something for seasick cats?"
She points at Svenny in Leo´s arms.
Post by: Ragnarok on March 20, 2021, 12:29:32 PM
Post by: amaranthineamusement on March 20, 2021, 01:04:34 PM
Dísa only understood parts of what Harald said, but as Leo took it as a que to leave, she follows him outside as well, taking the waterbowl with her.
As they reach the galley, the doc is there too. He can probably help Svenny, right?
":is: Hello Ludvig! Uh... we have a bit of a situation here. Do you have medicine or something for seasick cats?"
She points at Svenny in Leo´s arms.
:is: "What?" Doc looks like a deer in the headlights, holding his coffee, as he stares between the cat and his crewmembers.
"Ah....Follow me. I may have something? Although I have never treated a cat before. We may have to weigh Svenny, to see what the proper dosage would be." He rubs his chin. They had gone over what was hazardous to cats in basic training, since troops dealt with cats so often, so as long as the medicine didn't have any of that in it...
He starts to walk towards his room, which he's retrofitted to be somewhat like an infirmary.
Post by: doorcf on March 20, 2021, 03:44:58 PM
"Uh, right. So" she says, heading back to her station. "Here I have the maps and points of interest. Oliver, since you're a scout and a native, I'd assume you have some idea about how safe or dangerous these areas might be..."Alergo gives thoughts to all the options, as much as his job was risky itself Alergo had learned that sometimes caution was more important than bravery
She takes a nice map showing British Isles in great detail and places it on top of everything else.
"And Alergo is the captain, so he should probably have the final word. Right?"
Right. She takes a knitting needle and starts pointing at things.
"Aberdeen - coastal, has a university potentially full of books that should, according to Old World information, be reasonably close to the coast so we wouldn't have to go deep into the city. Reasonably close to the quickest route through the Northern Sea.
Dundee - coastal, university which is close to the coast, potentially dangerous because of how close the ship will go to land of the bay. Would require significant course adjustments.
Edinburgh - coastal, university outside the city, likely extremely dangerous due to the pre-Rash population size. Requires major course adjustments.
Sunderland - coastal, university right next to the river. Reasonably close to the quickest route through Northern Sea.
Uhh... a bunch of lesser towns and cities I don't think are worth the potential danger... and London. Probably extremely dangerous.
...any ideas? Recommendations? Orders? I'd say we shouldn't visit more than two cities if we plan to keep on track."
:dk: "I think Aberdeen and Sunderland are our best options, we won't have to deviate much from the fastest travel route".
Post by: Solokov on March 20, 2021, 05:00:59 PM
:is: "What?" Doc looks like a deer in the headlights, holding his coffee, as he stares between the cat and his crewmembers.
"Ah....Follow me. I may have something? Although I have never treated a cat before. We may have to weigh Svenny, to see what the proper dosage would be." He rubs his chin. They had gone over what was hazardous to cats in basic training, since troops dealt with cats so often, so as long as the medicine didn't have any of that in it...
He starts to walk towards his room, which he's retrofitted to be somewhat like an infirmary.
Leo nods along as Doc mentions never treating a cat for seasickness before, ":is: most of my patients, people usually.... some horses and dogs, never seasick. trauma... trolls... accidents.. seasick is new."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on March 21, 2021, 06:08:24 AM
Mia, trembling slightly and clinging to Marianne's shoulder, eyes huge, gazes around and gives an unusually quiet "Miiiiii..."
Now that they're well beyond the crowded harbor, Marianne can afford to take both hands off the tiller to comfort the little cat.
"It's a lot, huh. I know. It's okay. Just don't--"
The scent of vomit reaches her nose from somewhere below deck.
Of course at least one of those landlubbers would puke less than twenty minutes out.
"...That," she tells Mia. "Smell that? Don't do it."
Post by: Mirasol on March 21, 2021, 08:46:08 AM
Leo nods along as Doc mentions never treating a cat for seasickness before, ":is: most of my patients, people usually.... some horses and dogs, never seasick. trauma... trolls... accidents.. seasick is new."
Dísa nods too. ":is: Yeah, I mean I worked with cats on boats a lot before, but the ones that are supposed to work on water are usually trained on boats to get used to it. I don´t think I ever saw one that got seasick."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on March 21, 2021, 12:13:28 PM
Leo nods along as Doc mentions never treating a cat for seasickness before, ":is: most of my patients, people usually.... some horses and dogs, never seasick. trauma... trolls... accidents.. seasick is new."
Dísa nods too. ":is: Yeah, I mean I worked with cats on boats a lot before, but the ones that are supposed to work on water are usually trained on boats to get used to it. I don´t think I ever saw one that got seasick."
Doc nods along as he opens the door to his room. :is: "Perhaps something else is the matter?"
The room is a bit of a mess, but everything is labelled; a trunk is open on one side, and he's stacked boxes of medication on a shelf. A set of decontamination equipment is on top of a table. "Please, place the cat on the table if you think he'll stay still. I'll check through the anti-nausea medication we have."
He scratches at his chin, poking through boxes. "Meclizine, maybe? It's what we have for motion sickness..." He checks on the back for dosages and warnings, waiting to see how the cat is behaving.
Post by: Kitty on March 21, 2021, 01:40:42 PM
Alergo gives thoughts to all the options, as much as his job was risky itself Alergo had learned that sometimes caution was more important than bravery
:dk: "I think Aberdeen and Sunderland are our best options, we won't have to deviate much from the fastest travel route".
:no: "I see" she says. :is: "Oliver, captain says we should stop by Aberdeen and Sunderland. Do you have any insight to give on those places?"
Post by: Solokov on March 21, 2021, 02:04:03 PM
Doc nods along as he opens the door to his room. :is: "Perhaps something else is the matter?"
The room is a bit of a mess, but everything is labelled; a trunk is open on one side, and he's stacked boxes of medication on a shelf. A set of decontamination equipment is on top of a table. "Please, place the cat on the table if you think he'll stay still. I'll check through the anti-nausea medication we have."
":is: possibly something else. hard to say, been unresponsive."
Leo does a quick onceover again on Svenny's vitals after laying him down on the table and attempts to get some kind of response from the cat.
":fi: Still breathing, pulse seems right... hey say something what's bothering you."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on March 22, 2021, 01:03:41 PM
:no: "I see" she says. :is: "Oliver, captain says we should stop by Aberdeen and Sunderland. Do you have any insight to give on those places?"
:eng: "Hang on, I'm drawing a map to help show you"
He says, halfway through sketching a reasonablely good map of the British isles with slightly idiosyncratic labels.
Post by: Kitty on March 22, 2021, 01:20:44 PM
:eng: "Hang on, I'm drawing a map to help show you"
He says, halfway through sketching a reasonably good map of the British isles with slightly idiosyncratic labels.
"Uh-huh..." Saga watches him sketch. :no: "He's drawing a map, sir. I suppose he has something more to add" she tells Alergo.
Post by: doorcf on March 22, 2021, 02:46:59 PM
"Uh-huh..." Saga watches him sketch. :no: "He's drawing a map, sir. I suppose he has something more to add" she tells Alergo.:dk: "I see, any information will be useful to say the truth" says Alergo as he watches the rough map being drawn
Post by: amaranthineamusement on March 22, 2021, 06:54:20 PM
":is: possibly something else. hard to say, been unresponsive."
Leo does a quick onceover again on Svenny's vitals after laying him down on the table and attempts to get some kind of response from the cat.
":fi: Still breathing, pulse seems right... hey say something what's bothering you."
When there's no response from the cat, Doc pulls out a plate and dusts off any crumbs, wiping it clean with his shirt and filling the shallow area with water from a bottle near the bed. :is: "Shall we see if he'll drink?"
He places the water near Svenny, rifling through other options in the medical storage.
Post by: Ragnarok on March 25, 2021, 06:37:00 PM
As the land recedes from view and salt breeze rustles her short hair, Marianne realizes how much she's missed the sea. The past nine months were by far the longest stretch she's spent on land since joining the Navy at 15, and while shore life has obvious advantages--like privacy, better food, and the cat colony--it feels oddly like she's come home.
Mia, trembling slightly and clinging to Marianne's shoulder, eyes huge, gazes around and gives an unusually quiet "Miiiiii..."
Now that they're well beyond the crowded harbor, Marianne can afford to take both hands off the tiller to comfort the little cat.
"It's a lot, huh. I know. It's okay. Just don't--"
The scent of vomit reaches her nose from somewhere below deck.
Of course at least one of those landlubbers would puke less than twenty minutes out.
"...That," she tells Mia. "Smell that? Don't do it."
Harald returns to the upper deck and quickly finds himself a seat on one of the ammunition lockers. He waits calmly for something to happen.
Post by: Fuzipeg on March 25, 2021, 06:54:10 PM
Spoiler: show
Svenny is happy to be coddled and carried around by the various long legs and cared for, he likes being lazy. He mews weakly each time he's put down. *Alert?... Under attack?... Floor moving.. Why no panic?...* These lot seem fine, probably nothing to panic about then.
Feeling awful from throwing up breakfast, he tries to stand, the rocking motion makes his head feel weird when laid-down, but standing up causes him to stagger crab-wise as he picks the wrong moment to stand and falls over in a swell.
Instead he flops next to the water and drinks when it's not trying to drown him as the box rocks.
Post by: Solokov on March 25, 2021, 11:51:28 PM
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Svenny is happy to be coddled and carried around by the various long legs and cared for, he likes being lazy. He mews weakly each time he's put down. *Alert?... Under attack?... Floor moving.. Why no panic?...* These lot seem fine, probably nothing to panic about then.
Feeling awful from throwing up breakfast, he tries to stand, the rocking motion makes his head feel weird when laid-down, but standing up causes him to stagger crab-wise as he picks the wrong moment to stand and falls over in a swell.
Instead he flops next to the water and drinks when it's not trying to drown him as the box rocks.
Leo nods sagely, ":is: Definitely seasick.... or drunk."
Post by: Mirasol on April 01, 2021, 06:40:12 AM
Leo nods sagely, ":is: Definitely seasick.... or drunk."
She looks at the cat trying to drink out of the bowl.
":is: Hm. I don´t know where he would have found alcohol. And even if he did, we probably would have found or smelled what´s left of it."
At that moment Dísa remembers that there´s actually looking out for seabeasts that she´s supposed to do now. And a post to get back to.
"Oh, I´m afraid I have to go back on deck now. Is there something you still need me for?"
Post by: Solokov on April 10, 2021, 02:50:43 PM
Dísa watches Leo and Ludvig take care of Svenny, feeling kind of useless. At least I remember again why I didn´t become a medic...
She looks at the cat trying to drink out of the bowl.
":is: Hm. I don´t know where he would have found alcohol. And even if he did, we probably would have found or smelled what´s left of it."
At that moment Dísa remembers that there´s actually looking out for seabeasts that she´s supposed to do now. And a post to get back to.
"Oh, I´m afraid I have to go back on deck now. Is there something you still need me for?"
Leo glances in Ludvig's direction before shrugging, ":is: Don't think so."
Post by: amaranthineamusement on April 11, 2021, 06:52:42 PM
Leo glances in Ludvig's direction before shrugging, ":is: Don't think so."
:is: "Nothing from me. I'll keep an eye on the little one until he's ready to move on his own, ah?" Doc nods towards Svenny.
Post by: Mirasol on April 16, 2021, 01:10:56 PM
Leo glances in Ludvig's direction before shrugging, ":is: Don't think so."
:is: "Nothing from me. I'll keep an eye on the little one until he's ready to move on his own, ah?" Doc nods towards Svenny.
":is: Ok then."
Dísa pets Svenny one last time and waves goodbye at the two others, then goes back to her post. She wouldn´t want to miss any possible seabeasts there were to see!
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on April 22, 2021, 05:32:22 PM
"Uh-huh..." Saga watches him sketch. :no: "He's drawing a map, sir. I suppose he has something more to add" she tells Alergo.
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Talking to Alergo, oblivious to the language barrier, Oliver says
:eng: "Aberdeen's sensible, Sunderland's good as well, we might be able to encounter some of the English, they tend to go on expeditions out the fens around this time of year."
Addressing Saga directly, he continues
:eng: "You're right about Dundee, it's a bit out the way and awkward to get in to. Edinburgh's jest stickin' yae gonads doon a badger sett, even I've only been there once. I don't recommend London at all, unless you feel a particular urge to be ripped to shreds by every type of abomination this gods-damned rash can produce."
Post by: Kitty on April 22, 2021, 05:38:19 PM
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Talking to Alergo, oblivious to the language barrier, Oliver says
:eng: "Aberdeen's sensible, Sunderland's good as well, we might be able to encounter some of the English, they tend to go on expeditions out the fens around this time of year."
Addressing Saga directly, he continues
:eng: "You're right about Dundee, it's a bit out the way and awkward to get in to. Edinburgh's just sticking you gonads down a badger sett, even I've only been there once. I don't recommend London at all, unless you feel a particular urge to be ripped to shreds by every type of abomination this gods-damned rash can produce."
Internal screaming.
Saga very sensibly refuses to translate the colorful expressions he has used. :no: "Aberdeen and Sunderland it is, it seems. London and Edinburgh are far too dangerous to even consider. I will inform Leif while we still have reception. It won't last for long." Might as well keep up reports while she could, right?
Post by: doorcf on April 22, 2021, 05:44:31 PM
Internal screaming.Alergo sighs as the tension he had disolves, it seems discretion was the better part of valor in this case.
Saga very sensibly refuses to translate the colorful expressions he has used. :no: "Aberdeen and Sunderland it is, it seems. London and Edinburgh are far too dangerous to even consider. I will inform Leif while we still have reception. It won't last for long." Might as well keep up reports while she could, right?
:dk: "Well then, lets take course to Aberdeen"
Post by: Kitty on April 22, 2021, 05:52:19 PM
Alergo sighs as the tension he had disolves, it seems discretion was the better part of valor in this case.
:dk: "Well then, lets take course to Aberdeen"
:no: "Yes, sir. I will make adjustments when the time for it comes" she says. And off to her post she goes, doing some math and whatnot. Find the shortest route to Aberdeen. She studied for this, she can figure it out.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on April 23, 2021, 04:28:52 AM
:no: "Yes, sir. I will make adjustments when the time for it comes" she says. And off to her post she goes, doing some math and whatnot. Find the shortest route to Aberdeen. She studied for this, she can figure it out.
Unaware of what Saga is saying, he states
:eng: "We should probably very quickly stop off in the shetland isles, or John o'groats, to see if they have any news about Aberdeen, as they're on the east coast and thus a lot closer than I normally am."
Post by: Kitty on April 23, 2021, 01:38:39 PM
Unaware of what Saga is saying, he states
:eng: "We should probably very quickly stop off in the shetland isles, or John o'groats, to see if they have any news about Aberdeen, as they're on the east coast and thus a lot closer than I normally am."
:gb: "Do they have a radio?" Saga asks.
Post by: doorcf on April 23, 2021, 04:55:54 PM
:gb: "Do they have a radio?" Saga asks.Hearing Oliver talking and Saga responding Alergo asks
:dk: "is there something important I'm missing?"
Post by: Kitty on April 24, 2021, 08:27:10 PM
Hearing Oliver talking and Saga responding Alergo asks
:dk: "is there something important I'm missing?"
:no: "He says we should ask about Aberdeen in John o Groats or Shetland, sir. I asked if they have a radio there, because I'm not sure we need to make a stop..."
Post by: Fuzipeg on April 26, 2021, 10:54:33 AM
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on April 28, 2021, 06:10:56 AM
:gb: "Do they have a radio?" Saga asks.
:eng: "They do, but it'll be dodgy this close to the silent world. If you can get me close to the beach, I can jump and swim ashore, talk to them by shouting, then get back on board, all in a few minutes."
Post by: Kitty on April 28, 2021, 09:44:37 AM
:eng: "They do, but it'll be dodgy this close to the silent world. If you can get me close to the beach, I can jump and swim ashore, talk to them by shouting, then get back on board, all in a few minutes."
And we don't have a Finnish mage to clear out the frequencies.
Of course.
Fighting the intense urge to whack Oliver with a rolled up map, she tells Alergo: :no: "We'll be making a stop in John-o-Groats. Safest, closest, we can get some info Oliver wants there."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on April 28, 2021, 08:45:14 PM
'Ic Iarla nam Bratach Bàna
'Ic Iarla nam Bratach Bàna
'Ic Iarla nam Bratach Bàna
Chunna' mi do long air sàile
Hi 'illean beag hó ill ó ro
Hi 'illean beag hó ill ó ro
Hù hoireann ó hu ó éileadh
Chunna' mi do long air sàile
Chunna' mi do long air sàile
Chunna' mi do long air sàile
Bha stiùir òir 's dà chrann airgid
Hi 'illean beag hó ill ó ro
Hi 'illean beag hó ill ó ro
Hù hoireann ó hu ó éileadh
Bha stiùir òir 's da chrann airgid
'S cupaill de shìoda na Gaillmhinn
'S cupaill de shìoda na Gaillmhinn
Sìoda reamhar ruadh na Spàinne
Sìoda reamhar ruadh na Spàinne
Cha b'ann an Glaschu a bha e
Cha b'ann an Glaschu a bha e
No 'n Dùn-Bheagan, 's beag o'n làr e
No 'n Dùn-Bheagan, 's beag o'n làr e
No 'n Dùn-Tuilm nam bratach bàna!
As the song comes to a close, he brings out a compass and aligns the zero on the wheel with the needle, giving him an angle between the sun and north. Using this angle to work out the time, he goes below to his cabin, returning with a box. As he opens the box, the magical sedation upon it's inhabitant is lifted, and a slightly dishevelled barn owl flies up onto his outsteched left arm, eating the meat proffered with the right.
:sct: "Right then, Baldrick, let's see how well the norse have steered us"
He launches the bird southward, and it flies off with gradually increasing grace till it passes out of sight entirely.
About two hours later, when the rest of the crew are up and about, Oliver is about to talk to Saga in the bridge when he hears a rapping on the porthole, coming from Baldick pecking at the window, a leather pouch in his beak.
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Post by: Solokov on May 05, 2021, 08:40:56 AM
He arches an eyebrow and just gives it a look, as if to ask, 'Are you lost?'
Post by: Kitty on May 12, 2021, 05:32:08 AM
Or maybe she's hallucinating from lack of sleep.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Maybe she should go and take a nap. The ship is on course, and she isn't in college anymore.
Yes.
Data was consistently matching up both before the bird and after she overclocked.
She just gets up and heads out towards her cabin.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 13, 2021, 02:06:00 PM
Saga has been awake for a bit longer than she reasonably should have. She stares at the bird warily, not completely sure if Oliver did indeed just bring a godsdamned bird of prey to a ship with a kitten. And a cat. Honestly, it was large enough for both.
Or maybe she's hallucinating from lack of sleep.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Maybe she should go and take a nap. The ship is on course, and she isn't in college anymore.
Yes.
Data was consistently matching up both before the bird and after she overclocked.
She just gets up and heads out towards her cabin.
Oliver opens the door, allows the owl to hop onto his outstretched wrist, closes the door and takes the pouch, putting it in his pocket, and returning his hand with a piece of meat that the owl eats happily.
Affectionate gaelic baby talk to the owl
To Saga he says;
:eng: "Before you go to bed, would you like to meet Baldrick?"
Pointing at Saga, he says to the owl :sct: "Look, a new friend!"
Post by: Kitty on May 13, 2021, 06:34:07 PM
Oliver opens the door, allows the owl to hop onto his outstretched wrist, closes the door and takes the pouch, putting it in his pocket, and returning his hand with a piece of meat that the owl eats happily.
Affectionate gaelic baby talk to the owl
To Saga he says;
:eng: "Before you go to bed, would you like to meet Baldrick?"
Pointing at Saga, he says to the owl :sct: "Look, a new friend!"
:gb: "Oh, you see it too?" she asks.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 13, 2021, 07:01:06 PM
:gb: "Oh, you see it too?" she asks.
:eng: "Of course I can. You're not hallucinating, there really is an owl here, and you can stroke it."
Post by: Kitty on May 13, 2021, 07:26:34 PM
:eng: "Of course I can. You're not hallucinating, there really is an owl here."
Him saying that doesn't confirm she's not hallucinating.
But since she never had such complex hallucinations from lack of sleep just yet...
:gb: "It's pretty. Keep it away from cats, though, it's too big. Good night... morning... whatever. See you."
Post by: Mirasol on May 14, 2021, 02:58:24 PM
Him saying that doesn't confirm she's not hallucinating.
But since she never had such complex hallucinations from lack of sleep just yet...
:gb: "It's pretty. Keep it away from cats, though, it's too big. Good night... morning... whatever. See you."
Dísa has spend the last few days either reading in her cabin or "guarding" on deck (aka marvelling at every bit of floating seaweed the ship passed thinking it might be a beast). Sadly, so far nothing of too much interest had been visible.
She hasn´t really managed to gather the courage yet to really talk to any of her crew-mates though. Beyond small-talk at least. Except for the cat but... that doesn´t really count, does it? Maybe she should change that...
Currently she´s on beast-lookout again, equipped with her harpoon and a cup of Harald´s very strong coffee. She looks around whether there´s anybody to strike up a conversation with. Only Oliver though, as Saga just left. Maybe socializing can wait... Dísa´s view returns to the sea.
Wait. There was something not right... She turns around again. A quite sizable owl is sitting on Oliver´s arm.
":is: What the-"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 14, 2021, 03:16:40 PM
Dísa has spend the last few days either reading in her cabin or "guarding" on deck (aka marvelling at every bit of floating seaweed the ship passed thinking it might be a beast). Sadly, so far nothing of too much interest had been visible.
She hasn´t really managed to gather the courage yet to really talk to any of her crew-mates though. Beyond small-talk at least. Except for the cat but... that doesn´t really count, does it? Maybe she should change that...
Currently she´s on beast-lookout again, equipped with her harpoon and a cup of Harald´s very strong coffee. She looks around whether there´s anybody to strike up a conversation with. Only Oliver though, as Saga just left. Maybe socializing can wait... Dísa´s view returns to the sea.
Wait. There was something not right... She turns around again. A quite sizable owl is sitting on Oliver´s arm.
" :is: What the-"
Oliver turns to face Disa, saying in his stilted Icelandic:
:is: "Hello, do you want to stroke him? His name is Baldrick and he is soft and friendly."
Post by: Mirasol on May 14, 2021, 03:27:44 PM
Oliver turns to face Disa, saying in his stilted Icelandic:
:is: "Hello, do you want to stroke him? His name is Baldric and he is soft and friendly."
Oh, looks like Dísa was louder than she anticipated. Anyways, maybe conversation is good when the result is getting to pet an owl.
":is: Uh, yes please!"
She puts down her things and moves over to Oliver. She carefully strokes Baldric´s back.
"Aww, he´s very pretty! But... why did you bring an owl?"
Post by: Ragnarok on May 14, 2021, 03:29:01 PM
Post by: phyrestorm999 on May 14, 2021, 06:34:34 PM
She heads toward the nearest clump of people...and there's that godsdamned BARBARIAN with a gigantic bird of prey on his arm! Half a second later, she's up in his face with one hand on her hip and her other pointing an inch from his nose.
" :is: WHAT in THOR'S HAIRY TAINT is THAT?! You KNEW I had a baby kitten! What were you THINKING?!"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 15, 2021, 07:32:33 AM
Marianne shuts the logbook with a snap. She doesn't mind manning the tiller through the night--in fact, she prefers it, with most of the crew asleep and those awake less likely to be chatty--but it's well past dawn and she's more than ready for some rack time. She just needs to report to the Captain or First Mate first, whichever of them turns out to be easier to find.
She heads toward the nearest clump of people...and there's that godsdamned BARBARIAN with a gigantic bird of prey on his arm! Half a second later, she's up in his face with one hand on her hip and her other pointing an inch from his nose.
" :is: WHAT in THOR'S HAIRY TAINT is THAT?! You KNEW I had a baby kitten! What were you THINKING?!"
Oliver takes her pointing finger with his thumb and forefinger and lowers it from his nose.
:is: "His name is Baldrick. He's a barn owl I raised from birth."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
:is: "Firstly, I brought him on this expedition before I knew you were bringing a kitten, and had no reason to expect you would. Secondly, he's lived around kittens back home without trying to eat them, he got on fine with bian when he was a kitten."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on May 15, 2021, 04:18:19 PM
Oliver takes her pointing finger with his thumb and forefinger and lowers it from his nose.
:is: "His name is Baldrick. He's a barn owl I raised from birth."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
:is: "Firstly, I brought him on this expedition before I knew you were bringing a kitten, and had no reason to expect you would. Secondly, he's lived around kittens back home without trying to eat them, he got on fine with bian when he was a kitten."
That's...actually fair.
Marianne lowers her hand and takes a step back. ":is: You could have at least told me!" she continues, at a somewhat lower volume.
Mia sticks her head out of Marianne's pocket and hisses, though whether it's at Marianne for being loud, Oliver for pissing her off, Baldrick for existing, or the world at large is anyone's guess.
Post by: doorcf on May 15, 2021, 08:08:14 PM
:dk: "Well, hello everyone, hope you are doing ok"
He then looks at the owl
:dk: "Well aren't you a beautiful bird"
Post by: amaranthineamusement on May 21, 2021, 08:07:09 AM
Svenny gets up, wobbling all the way, and finds somewhere close, and comfortable to lay down. He doesn't care where, just somewhere he can recover.
After making sure that Svenny is resting safely on some folded up blankets and pillows where he can retreat from the light if he wants, Doc heads up to the mess to grab more coffee. Already helping the crew! What a morning.
On the way, though, he sees... :is: "Please tell me the owl isn't seasick too."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 21, 2021, 08:33:38 AM
After making sure that Svenny is resting safely on some folded up blankets and pillows where he can retreat from the light if he wants, Doc heads up to the mess to grab more coffee. Already helping the crew! What a morning.
On the way, though, he sees... :is: "Please tell me the owl isn't seasick too."
The owl stands confident on Oliver's arm, and Oliver responds in stilted Icelandic: :is: "Baldrick is fine. He comes with me on boats back home."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on May 21, 2021, 08:43:38 AM
Oh, looks like Dísa was louder than she anticipated. Anyways, maybe conversation is good when the result is getting to pet an owl.
" :is: Uh, yes please!"
She puts down her things and moves over to Oliver. She carefully strokes Baldrick´s back.
"Aww, he´s very pretty! But... why did you bring an owl?"
Baldrick seems rather comfortable with Disa stroking him, moving his body to ensure she pushes his feathers the right way.
:is: "Navigation, scouting and message carrying. Plus Sara insisted I take him, as he imprinted on me as a chick and doesn't like being apart."
Post by: phyrestorm999 on May 25, 2021, 09:09:23 PM
:is: "Does anyone ELSE have any...assistants, or...familiars they'd like to reveal?"
Post by: amaranthineamusement on May 29, 2021, 01:41:03 PM
Marianne stuffs Mia back in her pocket and looks around at her crewmates suspiciously.
:is: "Does anyone ELSE have any...assistants, or...familiars they'd like to reveal?"
:is: "Not from me." Doc glances at the kitten, nervous about Mia before realizing that Marianne has it handled. "I left my fish with my sister."
He puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. :is: "Perhaps the owl could help scout? Or something? Like the cats do?"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 03, 2021, 05:33:35 PM
Alergo after eating breakfast, starts walking around the ship, something he had found calmed his nerves, until he sees an owl and some of the crew discussing over it. Curious about the bird he gets closer at the small group.
:dk: "Well, hello everyone, hope you are doing ok"
He then looks at the owl
:dk: "Well aren't you a beautiful bird"
Oliver holds out the leather pouch Baldrick bought, saying :is: "We can approach John o' groats, go get the navigator and we can work out the way to our next destination"
Wait. The "captain" can't speak Icelandic. Weird for a norseman. Like a Briton who can't speak English.
Resorting to an old pre-rash British tradition, he says, loudly, clearly and slowly, to an almost patronisng degree:
:eng: "We can approach John o' Groats. Go get the navigator and we can work out the way to our next destination."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 03, 2021, 05:35:37 PM
:is: "Not from me." Doc glances at the kitten, nervous about Mia before realizing that Marianne has it handled. "I left my fish with my sister."
He puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. :is: "Perhaps the owl could help scout? Or something? Like the cats do?"
:is: "That's literally what I just said that I use him for, anorak."
Post by: Mirasol on June 03, 2021, 07:51:24 PM
Baldrick seems rather comfortable with Disa stroking him, moving his body to ensure she pushes his feathers the right way.
:is: "Navigation, scouting and message carrying. Plus Sara insisted I take him, as he imprinted on me as a chick and doesn't like being apart."
Dísa uses the moment to completely lose track of the conversation going on since the owl seems to like her. At least until Marianne adresses all of them.
Marianne stuffs Mia back in her pocket and looks around at her crewmates suspiciously.
:is: "Does anyone ELSE have any...assistants, or...familiars they'd like to reveal?"
Dísa stops stroking Baldrick to firmly shake her head.
":is: No. We have some cats at home but they all hate me, so I had no intention on bringing them along."
Since even the captain is here now and plans on where to go seem to be made, Dísa steps back a bit to let them discuss. And realizes she has just wasted another opportunity to get to know her crewmates by spending time with an animal instead. Well, better luck next time.
Post by: doorcf on June 07, 2021, 12:27:17 AM
Alergo takes the peather pouch and hears what Oliver has to say.
Oliver holds out the leather pouch Baldrick bought, saying :is: "We can approach John o' groats, go get the navigator and we can work out the way to our next destination"
Wait. The "captain" can't speak Icelandic. Weird for a norseman. Like a Briton who can't speak English.
Resorting to an old pre-rash British tradition, he says, loudly, clearly and slowly, to an almost patronisng degree:
:eng: "We can approach John o' Groats. Go get the navigator and we can work out the way to our next destination."
He then takes one of the papers out of the pouch and sees it is a message. Giving it a short reading and realizing we can't understand a thing he nods to Oliver before going to Saga's Cabin.
:se: "I really need to learn Islandic or how to speak English" says Alergo to himself while walking looking forward to meet his 2iC and unofficial translator.
Post by: Solokov on June 13, 2021, 04:13:40 PM
To the outside observer, he seems to be looking at a bundle of seaweed.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 14, 2021, 02:25:17 PM
Alergo takes the peather pouch and hears what Oliver has to say.
He then takes one of the papers out of the pouch and sees it is a message. Giving it a short reading and realizing we can't understand a thing he nods to Oliver before going to Saga's Cabin.
:se: "I really need to learn Islandic or how to speak English" says Alergo to himself while walking looking forward to meet his 2iC and unofficial translator.
The norseman seems to have understood. Good.
Oliver begins to follow, but quickly overtakes Alergo with his much longer legs and less measured strides. When he reaches Saga's cabin, he knocks on the door loudly with the base of his fist, calling out :eng: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
Post by: Kitty on June 14, 2021, 02:41:13 PM
The norseman seems to have understood. Good.
Oliver begins to follow, but quickly overtakes Alergo with his much longer legs and less measured strides. When he reaches Saga's cabin, he knocks on the door loudly with the base of his fist, calling out :eng: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
"Mrrt?"
Autopilot on.
Looking worse than Leif does on his worst day, she opens the door. :is: "Wha."
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 14, 2021, 02:48:40 PM
"Mrrt?"
Autopilot on.
Looking worse than Leif does on his worst day, she opens the door. :is: "Wha."
By all the gods of land and sea and sky. This woman really isn't suited to silent world operations, where sleep is a luxury, doubly so if you're the only person with a certain skill.
Oliver sighs, and repeats himself, slower and quieter. :eng: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
Post by: Kitty on June 14, 2021, 02:53:38 PM
By all the gods of land and sea and sky. This woman really isn't suited to silent world operations, where sleep is a luxury, doubly so if you're the only person with a certain skill.
Oliver sighs, and repeats himself, slower and quieter. :eng: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
Glassy eyed and clearly elsewhere in mind, Saga turns to Alergo.
:no: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
Post by: doorcf on June 14, 2021, 03:58:17 PM
Glassy eyed and clearly elsewhere in mind, Saga turns to Alergo.
:no: "Saga, I need you to translate for this "captain" bloke so we can plot our course, I've recieved permission to approach."
Alergo has a short laugh before calming himself
:dk: "Sorry Saga, he meant to help him translate this message here from whatever language this is to something I understand" says Alergo giving Saga the message
Post by: Kitty on June 14, 2021, 04:00:13 PM
Alergo has a short laugh before calming himself
:dk: "Sorry Saga, he meant to help him translate this message here from whatever language this is to something I understand" says Alergo giving Saga the message
:gb: "Sorry Saga, he meant to help him translate this message here from whatever language this is to something I understand" she repeats, still glassy eyed and visibly asleep.
Post by: doorcf on June 14, 2021, 04:06:11 PM
:gb: "Sorry Saga, he meant to help him translate this message here from whatever language this is to something I understand" she repeats, still glassy eyed and visibly asleep.
:se: "ducks sake" mutters Alergo to himself as he tries to completely wake up Saga
:dk: "Saga, please, wake up"
Post by: phyrestorm999 on June 14, 2021, 05:40:28 PM
She's just reached the deck when she figures out what was going on in that bizarre conversation.
Heh. That's what you get for not giving your translator time to wake up.
Leo silently listens to the flurry of conversation the new guest has brought aboard the boat before he resumes his patrol along the deck. His rifle is at the ready as he keeps turning his head to a fro to keep an eye on their surroundings. Once again he draws a bead on something out in the water and watches it through his scope for a while.
To the outside observer, he seems to be looking at a bundle of seaweed.
The medic--what's his name?--seems to be watching something intently through the scope of his rifle. Marianne approaches.
:is: "What are you looking at?"
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 14, 2021, 05:57:36 PM
Alergo has a short laugh before calming himself
:dk: "Sorry Saga, he meant to help him translate this message here from whatever language this is to something I understand" says Alergo giving Saga the message
The message, printed quite crudely by Icelandic standards on unusually thick and fibrous paper, reads
Gu corporra Lance Oliver Macalistair Harwood, 2712. Tìr-mòr mar as trice soilleir ri dhol. Airson aithisg làn aimsir no fiosrachadh mu chunnartan a dh ’fhaodadh a bhith ann, rachaibh gu Mòrag aig taigh-solais Duncansby
Post by: Kitty on June 14, 2021, 06:06:35 PM
:se: "ducks sake" mutters Alergo to himself as he tries to completely wake up Saga
:dk: "Saga, please, wake up"
The message, printed quite crudely by Icelandic standards on unusually thick and fibrous paper, reads
Gu corporra Lance Oliver Mcallister Harwood, 2712. Tìr-mòr mar as trice soilleir ri dhol. Airson aithisg làn aimsir no fiosrachadh mu chunnartan a dh ’fhaodadh a bhith ann, rachaibh gu Mòrag aig taigh-solais Duncansby
Saga clearly doesn't wake up. Absent in mind as she is, she looks down at the paper she was given.
"Gu korpora Lanke Oliver..."
Mind blank.
:is: "...professor, I think I'm in the wrong class..." She hands the paper back to Alergo, closes the door and goes back to sleep.
Post by: Solokov on June 14, 2021, 07:58:11 PM
Marianne looks confusedly at Saga, then Alergo, then Oliver, then back to Saga, then walks off, heading for the ship's controls. She heard "permission to approach" in there at least once. Might as well wait at her post.
She's just reached the deck when she figures out what was going on in that bizarre conversation.
Heh. That's what you get for not giving your translator time to wake up.
The medic--what's his name?--seems to be watching something intently through the scope of his rifle. Marianne approaches.
"What are you looking at?"
Leo doesn't look up from the rifle, :is: "Don't know yet. One-twenty meters off our stern, what do you see?" he uses a pinky finger to point, at a distance what he is aiming at appears like a bundle of seaweed.
Post by: phyrestorm999 on June 14, 2021, 10:17:30 PM
Leo doesn't look up from the rifle, :ic: "Don't know yet. One-twenty meters off our stern, what do you see?" he uses a pinky finger to point, at a distance what he is aiming at appears like a bundle of seaweed.
:is: "Jack shit from this distance. Just a moment."
Marianne retrieves a set of binoculars from a hook near the helm and returns to the medic's side to peer through them.
"I still don't see anyth--wait. Yep. Something's moving. Has it left that spot?"
Post by: Solokov on June 15, 2021, 12:43:30 PM
:is: "Jack shit from this distance. Just a moment."
Marianne retrieves a set of binoculars from a hook near the helm and returns to the medic's side to peer through them.
"I still don't see anyth--wait. Yep. Something's moving. Has it left that spot?"
:is: "No. It's been matching our speed for fifteen minutes. Don't see any trailing strands from the boat so I don't think we're snagged on anything."
Post by: Mirasol on June 15, 2021, 12:46:44 PM
:is: "Jack shit from this distance. Just a moment."
Marianne retrieves a set of binoculars from a hook near the helm and returns to the medic's side to peer through them.
"I still don't see anyth--wait. Yep. Something's moving. Has it left that spot?"
After finishing her coffee, Dísa starts strolling up and down the deck in search for something interesting to see. Sadly she remains unsuccessfull. But then she notices Leo looking at something in the distance. At this point Marianne too is looking there.
She steps to them. A bit more excited than she probably should be she blurts out: ":is: DidyouseeaSeabeast!?"
Since she doesn´t have binoculars, all she can do is squint her eyes.
"Hm. Looks more like seaweed..."
She sends out her mage-senses, but the thing is still just a bit out of reach.
:is: "No. It's been matching our speed for fifteen minutes. Don't see any trailing strands from the boat so I don't think we're snagged on anything."
"Or not. Seaweed wouldn´t be following us."
Okay, enough with the childishness. This might mean trouble. But the runes should hold it off, if it is actually a beast.
"It´s still outside my radius, so I can´t tell if it´s dangerous. But it is worrying that it holds its position, even though we should technically be invisible for it."
She nervously looks at the big rune on the deck. No, she didn´t make a mistake there. And she double-checked every single rune she drew too. That can´t be it.
Well, a lot of these hiding-runes only work as long as what is approaching doesn´t know they´re there. That might explain it. A possible threat knowing that they´re here of course isn´t great, but there are still more lines of protection put into place. It´ll be fine.
Careful with what you wish for, Dísa... Seing a beast always means danger too.
Post by: R.M.S.N.P on June 15, 2021, 01:29:54 PM
Saga clearly doesn't wake up. Absent in mind as she is, she looks down at the paper she was given.
"Gu korpora Lanke Oliver..."
Mind blank.
:is: "...professor, I think I'm in the wrong class..." She hands the paper back to Alergo, closes the door and goes back to sleep.
By the Sidhe, this woman is useless. I'll go talk to the helmswoman.
Oliver heads up onto the deck, to see and hear the commotion. He joins the gaggle of crew, and turns to Leo.
:is: "Do you want to shoot it, or shall I? I can get the arrow back at this range."
Post by: Ragnarok on June 15, 2021, 04:05:34 PM
By the Sidhe, this woman is useless. I'll go talk to the helmswoman.
Oliver heads up onto the deck, to see and hear the commotion. He joins the gaggle of crew, and turns to Leo.
:is: "Do you want to shoot it, or shall I? I can get the arrow back at this range."
Harald has been watching the ridiculousness for some time.
He slowly limps over to the rail, holding his hammer in one hand.
He very obviously trusts the Seaweed of Suspicion even less than the owl.
Post by: Solokov on June 15, 2021, 04:40:52 PM
By the Sidhe, this woman is useless. I'll go talk to the helmswoman.
Oliver heads up onto the deck, to see and hear the commotion. He joins the gaggle of crew, and turns to Leo.
:is: "Do you want to shoot it, or shall I? I can get the arrow back at this range."
:is: "It blinked." Leo states matter of factly as he mechanically pulls the trigger on his rifle and a single shot cracks through the air. Thankfully with the suppressor on the rifle everyone present is spared hearing loss.
The seaweed mass pops with a wet plap spraying yellow and orange viscus fluids out in a growing sheen across the water as the report from the gunshot echoes back across the relatively calm seas.
He watches the mass of viscera for a time, the distance between the boat and it growing steadily, before dropping his rifle and resuming his deck patrol.
Post by: Fuzipeg on July 04, 2021, 07:42:28 PM
There's some nasty smell, but it's going away, and doesn't smell happy. He assumes that a long legs has dealt with it, and decides to invest in finding some food by finding the nice female that feeds him and rubbing up against her as a hint.
Post by: Mirasol on July 22, 2021, 11:49:55 AM
:is: "It blinked." Leo states matter of factly as he mechanically pulls the trigger on his rifle and a single shot cracks through the air. Thankfully with the suppressor on the rifle everyone present is spared hearing loss.
The seaweed mass pops with a wet plap spraying yellow and orange viscus fluids out in a growing sheen across the water as the report from the gunshot echoes back across the relatively calm seas.
He watches the mass of viscera for a time, the distance between the boat and it growing steadily, before dropping his rifle and resuming his deck patrol.
Ok, so there´s that. Ew. Anyways.
":is: Good shot.", Dísa tells Leo as he turns to leave. Before she resumes her own patrol, she looks at the now seemingly veering away mass one more time, trying to guess what it could have been.
"If this was a troll, it means we´re getting near a coast. They tend to stay relatively close to the land if they used to be humans. Are we planning on landing somewhere soon?", she asks the people present.
Svenny blinks awake from his nap between sleeping through the nausea. Was that a boom tube? He yawns, stretches, drops off the layers of comfyness and trots around the outside of the box.
There's some nasty smell, but it's going away, and doesn't smell happy. He assumes that a long legs has dealt with it, and decides to invest in finding some food by finding the nice female that feeds him and rubbing up against her as a hint.
Dísa sees Svenny walk on deck. He doesn´t look as sickly anymore, seems like he´s adjusting to the boat. That´s a relief.
":is: Oh look who´s feeling better! Are you hungry?"
Wait, where do they keep the catfood again?