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Namur ([personal profile] om_nom_namur) wrote in [community profile] genessia2019-06-24 10:51 am

I WANT YOU TO JOIN ME IN A MYSTERY RESCUE MISSION!

[Sometime around mid-month, a text message goes out to the general public.]

WANTED


Adventurers strong enough to brave the high seas

Doctors, healers, and those inclined to render aid to the suffering

A worthy crew

Explorers

Those inclined to solve mysteries


Interested Parties Report to The Maelstrom at Fayren Harbor

Anchor Weighs at Dawn June 20


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[Dawn at the Docks - June 20]

[In spite of the early hour, Fayren Harbor is bustling with activity as the darkness thins. Fishermen who've been out all night rush to bring their fresh catch to the market, while others who will be out all day race to be the first out to sea, and first to the best fishing spots. At the far end of the harbor an enormous clipper towers above the everyday ships, drawing a crowd of gawpers who, after being yelled at a few times by the workers hurriedly trying to load her, have the decency to stand back and let those who look to be on official business move freely. At the top of the gangplank a man with a clipboard hurriedly checks lists and directs those bringing cargo aboard, while an oversized, burly man with blue skin and shark features watches, balancing in a crouch on top of the rail. Though he isn't saying much, there's an air of authority about him. For any wishing to enlist, the fishman would seem a good person to talk to.]

[Fair Winds - June 20-21]

[When the supplies for the expedition are loaded and the tide is nearing its peak, Namur hollers for all hands to gather on deck for a quick briefing, the sun beginning to crest the horizon and make the sails glow as he speaks.]

A'ight y'all, thank y' for answerin' the call t' come an' help. We got a whole colony a folks that's gone missin', an' I ain't gonna lie, I ain't got any idea what we's gonna be in for once we reach the island. No one's been able t' get there since they gone, or at the very least ain't no one bothered comin' back, an' folks is worried they mighta met a dreadful end if y' catch my drift. This voyage's gonna be dangerous, but I know we's up t' the challenge. Whatever quarrels y' got with each other, leave 'em on these shores, cuz from now on 'til we make it back we's all on the same team, workin' for the same goal. Watch each other's back, keep each other safe. If we do that, there ain't nothin' that's gonna keep us from hittin' our target.

When we get there, there might be folk that's sick, or maybe they don't want us botherin' 'em, or maybe somethin's already botherin' 'em an' they'll need our help gettin' rid a the pest. We done our best t' have somethin' ready for everthin' we could think of, but that don't mean we thought a everthin', so look sharp an' keep yer wits 'boutcha! Any kinda weird shit make sure t' report it t' somebody, preferably me or one a my kin. Enchantments an' curses ain't outta the question here, so if y' see somethin' strange, say somethin'. Easy as that.

Meantime, I 'xpect all them that knows their knots t' make theirselves useful gettin' this ol' girl t' run. The rest a y's gonna make yerselves useful in the galley, keepin' shit clean, an' learnin' the ropes. Don't wanna hear no bitchin' 'bout chores, we's all gonna be doin' 'em, so don't even start! Don't be stealin' each other's shit, an' definitely don't be showin' yerself for a shitty traitor. Them's the rules! Don't like 'em, get yer ass off the ship!

All that said now, let's get this baby out t' sea 'fore we lose our tide!

[There's plenty to do, both in getting the Maelstrom away, and in keeping her plunging dauntless through the open waters. Keeping sails trim, keeping the decks clean, keeping the crew fed. And plenty of opportunities to get to know the other members of the crew a little better. Namur will encourage those that don't know how to sail to learn from someone who does. It'd be a shame if all the experienced sailors became incapacitated without passing on at least the basics.]

[The Storm - June 22]

[There'd been some good cloud cover the day they set out from Fayren, enough to mottle the sea with sun and shade and provide a strong wind to speed their rescue mission. But the further from shore they ventured, the thicker the clouds became, and soon the experienced sailors would likely find themselves watching the sky with trepidation. Distant thunder rolls over the waves, until suddenly and without warning the wind abruptly shifts direction, and the distant storm bears down on the clipper with astonishing ferocity. Namur screams to be heard above the wind whistling through the shrouds.]

ALL HANDS ON DECK! GET YER ASSES TIED T' THE SHIP AN' GET THEM SAILS STOWED NOW! THIS AIN'T A JOKE OR REQUEST!
gip_u202: ([39])

[personal profile] gip_u202 2019-06-28 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rowan frowns for a moment, thinking it through-- But ultimately, it's not like she has much to lose.

After all, her lunch is already long gone.]


I don't have any experience with acupressure, but... It's worth a try, I suppose. Where could I find these wristbands?
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[personal profile] youfool 2019-06-30 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Here.

[He reaches into his breast pocket and produces two, hoping to not be asked how.]

Hold out your arms, please.

[If she's compliant, Ted lightly places his index fingers on the crucial point, then snaps it on with the button bearing down, once for each wrist.]

The "Nei-Kuan" point, I'm told. Keep it there and see how you fare.
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[personal profile] gip_u202 2019-07-09 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Raising her hands obligingly, Rowan manages to more or less restrain her reflexive flinch at having somebody close something around her wrists; there's nothing harmful about a pair of little wristbands, she admonishes herself. And the person putting them there smells human enough, as far as she can tell... There's no threat here, surely.

She relaxes again once the bands are in place, drawing back her hands to examine the devices.]


...I appreciate that. Whether or not they actually work, it was kind of you to make the effort.
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[personal profile] youfool 2019-07-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He's certainly 100% human. The life-fiber uniform--alien parasite that it is--isn't. But then, working part-time in Jolly Eddy's, Rowan's likely used to both scents. He's glad she hasn't asked about the latter.]

You're welcome.

[He tips his head slightly, then goes back to think stormy thoughts.]