Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Open to Caitlin, and any unfortunate soul to be able to enter at a bad time.Levi took is opportunity. It wasn't different from any other room, besides the fact of it being Caitlin's. It smelled like a woman, it looked like a woman owned it. There were a lot of shinies around the room, loot fit for the captain of the ship. Oddity's and end were probably hiding in corners Levi could care less to check after he slid in the door for the night. He didn't even bother to lock it as he's not used to entering someones bedroom without them. He stripped into nothing but undergarments and slid under the sheets of the Captains bed, laying on his back as he threw an arm up over his eyes. He fell asleep rather quickly knowing Caitlin won't be here until the morning. Had to take care of business, she said.
And here we find Levi in the morning, on his side with his head under the pillow as the sun broke into the room still sleeping away. His chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern as he lay there. It's the time for the beginning of any average day, but not for Levi. Catboy never had days like those. He got up, and did what he did, when he wanted. Maybe he's just passing time for now. Maybe.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 2:24:13 GMT
Caity was exhausted. Last night had been... bad for everyone. Or maybe just her. Her father had invited the Morgan's over. Morgan sr. and his eldest son attended, the younger one, Leslie Morgan was decidedly absent, no surprise there (considering his trial for the BoR- one way to keep a noble boy busy). Undeterred by his absents, the two sr. titled men at the affair had an announcement to deliver and there were no if's ands' or buts about it. Caitlin was to politely accept his lordship Morgan sr.'s offer on Leslie (Mad Rook Madiggan's) behalf to court her. She was fuming the whole time as she sat through the civilities of the evening. Unwilling to sleep it off, she'd snuck out of her bedroom last night and gone to the docks to scheme with her sticky finger counterparts (something she hadn't done in a while.)
Returning home this morning had meant answering another housecall. Something about a sparring date which had completely slipped her mind given recent events. So the rest of her morning and early afternoon she invested in training with the Commander of the Eirals on their training grounds.
-imagine that, the queen of rogues, an Ander to boot, training with the head of the military? Guess that's what a girl gets to look forward to when the Army's leader was sweet on her. So sweet in fact, that hearing her fathers intentions to match Caitlin up for a wedding with one of the bankrupt noble families, he'd thrown his own name in the hat and declared his intent to court her as well. Caitlin, completely overwhelmed at that point did her best to get them out of her fathers house and as far away as possible as fast as possible. The rest of that date had gone incredibly well, but now that it was over, going back to the Barons was the last thing she wanted.
Tired, troubled, and eager for some solace, she rode up to the sky tower and sought refuge in her flagship. The doorknob turned and she let herself. Quietly the door clicked shut behind her and she threw the lock. A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she slid down the back of the door, eyes closed and sat on the ground. She rubbed her closed eyes with the heels of her hands and just sat still for a moment. She hadn't realized yet who was still lazing about her cabin this afternoon.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
I swear on my mother's grave if this light could have ANY BETTER AIM I will..wait, what was that? He thinks to himself, hearing a soft click, and a thump followed after it. His fingers twitch with anticipation, but he shifts himself under the covers and as unfortunate as it be, stretches, turning his head under the pillow. He peeps out from under the soft lump on his head with one eye open, noticing someone behind the blur of water in his eyes, combo'd with the sleepies. He's not exactly sure who it is, but regardless calls out. "Caitlin's not here. Leave a note and get out." His voice sounds foreign to himself, the grogginess of waking up striking a deeper vocal cord then usual. He closes his eye and relaxes again.
Wait, what just happened? He looked at the door again with both eyes, spotting a tired Caitlin. He narrows his eyes as his voice calls out again. "This just in, Caitlin has arrived." With that, he closes his eyes and brings his hands up to place on the sides of the pillow that's covering his head. Can someone please tell the sun to go back down?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 3:08:53 GMT
"Levi you can't honestly still be asleep," Caitlin griped from her spot on the floor. It was afternoon, evening almost. Wasn't he at least hungry? Perhaps he too did not sleep last night, despite having access to the most comfortable bed on the ship.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi groaned loudly, "Well I'm not now." He shoots from under the pillow, his voice muffled from the bed. "I don't wanna move. Come lay with me." He calls out to her, pulling his head from under the pillow, and moving his arms, so he's resting his chin on his bicep with his hand hanging off the bed as his stomach growls. "It's pretty warm in here, and you know as well as I do that the air out there is cold."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 3:17:29 GMT
"Only cold if you haven't moved around in a while, I'm plenty warm," she countered, also feeling too lazy to move. Her mind was stretched, her emotions plucked, and she felt like a wrung out rag doll. The only thing right with her at that moment in time was how warm her body actually was, from hours of training and whatnot.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi grits his teeth and stares at Caitlin before sitting up, placing a hand over his eyes as he digs the sleepies out with his thumb and index out while blocking the light with the rest of his hand, the sheets covering anything below his belly button. He lays back down, letting the 'I want to sleep' attitude get to him, but he sits right back up and throws the covers off to the side, stepping onto the wood flooring in nothing but a pair of clothe undergarments. He stretches with one arm out reached and his other leading to a ball fist above his shoulder, his face locked in a funny looking expression as his muscles ping all over his body, feeling so good as he raises onto his tip-toes, and almost falling forward as he comes downs after it. He looks at Caitlin, actually able to look at her for a moment. Looks beat. He thinks to himself as he walks towards his pile of clothes, the soft underpadding of his feet slapping the ground lightly. He crouches down and pulls his shirt off the top, flicking it over his bed-head of hair and down his body, just a light and white shirt to cover himself up, matching it with a pair of brown paints. He scratches his nose with the back of his hand, slipping his feet into his boots, not bothering to tie them before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, one hand on his knee, offset with his elbow on the other knee causing him to lean. "So, now that you awoken me, you have to deal with me." He jokes as his stomach complies in a growl. "You know you're not hungry when you're asleep, so I blame you for making me want food."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 3:38:07 GMT
hah, there it was, evidence he'd slept right through the day. The man hadn't eaten yet. She lowered her brows at him, annoyed that it was somehow her fault, then sighed. "Somehow I thought you might say that - the hungry part, not the who's fault it is that your hungry part." Caitlin took a minute to realize Levi had just crawled out of her bed in next to nothing, paraded across the room, and dressed in front of her without either of them so much as blinking at the situation. Is that what it was like being married to someone? Not even realizing when you're seeing them in a state of undress because it is no longer unusual to you? She shook her head to clear it.
"Galley's downstairs," she murmured, climbing to her own feet and dusting her clothes off.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi looks at her and waits for her to step back after dusting herself off and follows as she walks out the door, putting his hand over his eyebrow to deflect the light. He forgot his hat, how terrible! As they make their way across the deck of the ship, Levi slows down for a moment, swiping a palm across Caitlin's rear. "You missed some." He says in a tone so casual you'd think they're sharing a cup of tea. He throws his arm around Caitlin's shoulders, grasping the opposite side of her bicep, leaning in close to ask "Think anyone will notice?" He snickers as he buries his other hand into his pocket.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 3:53:14 GMT
she gave a little jump when Levi swiped her back side. His sleep-altered voice reverberated in her ear and for a moment she couldn't say anything. She was learning something new about him, about the way he looked and sounded first thing in the morning, and it was like discovering a new treasure, something not immediately recognizable for the gem that it really was. His arm came around her shoulder and he leaned in close to whisper something. Someone coming down the hall from the opposite direction clearly slowed his step and stared wide eyed like he was seeing in color for the first time.
Just what she needed, zombies for crewmen. She gave the lad a sharp look and he hustled out of their way. "Something tells me they just might notice," she answered his earlier question. She rolled her eyes at him and slipped from his hold. How had she put it before? He was the worst kind of trouble, and the best at it? Yea that sounded about right. Cheeky bloke that he was. The were nearing the galley and it was supper time so the sounds of dishes clanking and peoples voices buzzing into a crowded sound hit their ears before their eyes. They were just about to turn the corner, a few more early birds crossed their path, leaving the mess deck after finishing their meals ahead of everyone else.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi smirked at the petrified sailor before he walked off after Caitlin's glare. Levi lets her wriggle out of his arm, and he lowers his arm and teasingly pinches her rump. "Surprised you're not hanging all over me." He whispers as the turn the corner, putting both arms out wide to open both doors in a big ol' whoosh of air. Levi carries on, pulling Caitlin into line with him. He slaps a tray on the bars for her and himself, letting her take the spot ahead of him in line. "So what did you end up doing? Anything fun?" He asks as they slowly shimmy down the line as the food came to the trays. Levi smiles at Caitlin as the line seems to take forever, his stomach agreeing with him on the thought.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 4:13:13 GMT
Hmm how to answer that question? She ignored the second pinch and followed him into the room. She got a couple of enthusiastic greetings from some of the team she hasn't seen in a while, then everyone went on minding their own business and she got in line with Levi. There was a flutter behind the serving line, no doubt the chefs hearing that the captain was dinning in. As they waited for everyone ahead of them to be served she turned and faced Levi. They were crammed together, people in front of and behind them now, all crowding the counter for dinner. Caitlin looked at his familiar face and remembered how yesterday had gone. She'd given him her room key and access to her bed while she was staying at the barons estate. She had made it clear they wouldn't be sleeping together though, hadn't she?
Her heart stirred, but it was a weak flutter. She felt defeated. or maybe she was just exhausted and that was all. "I officially have suitors now," She answered vaguely, testing the waters to see how he would react.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi wasn't exactly paying attention, no, he was stealing an apple from the guy's tray next to him, hoping that he didn't notice, because 1)He was much bigger than Levi. 2) Levi had nothing to beat him down with, besides a tray.
Catboy turns his head as he sinks his teeth into the apple, breaking the meat of it with a nice knock, shruging his shoulders in reply to Caitlin. He chews whats in his mouth, taking his time before he swallows. "I figured that. You're you." He licks off a trail of sweet apple juice from his hand before placing it on the tray. "Oh, and your bed is very comfortable." He rolls his shoulder and slowly continues to move down the line, a trap for Caitlin as he places his hand as far as he can around her back, stating the dominance to the rest of the crew.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2014 5:58:59 GMT
She watched him steal the apple, only raising her eyebrow at him for it. His answer is what she should have expected she guessed. Levi was an anagram for live, and he knew how to, no suitors of hers - or her being her - was going to stop him from that. His comment about her bed was met by the person at her back coughing suddenly like he was choking on his drink. She narrowed her eyes at levi and grabbed the front of his shirt at the hem, pulling him in close to her and whispering in his ear "Do try not to startle my crew to death, darling, I still need most of them," She was going to let him go, but she held on a second longer than she should, reacquainting herself with the man she confessed being in love with 24 hours earlier. It hadn't bothered her then that he never said it back, but it might, if she spent any more time warring with her fathers choices and her own. Skye was dangerously close to treating her the way she treated Levi, and that could be a dangerous thing. She didn't want to think about her options right now though. Her head already ached from too much of that. Instead she curled her fingers against Levi's abdomen and glanced fleetingly at his metal studded lips.
Caitlin let go and turned to face the counter where they were ready to give her a plate.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi grins as her sweet words rhyme into his ears, his fingers curled in the material of his shirt. He waits just a moment as she holds his face next to hers, before turning his head quickly, pecking a kiss on her cheek before stating. "Anything for you, darling." He words carrying through the air like a bad record. He turns back forward, keeping his eyes from any form of reaction that might occur. He runs his tongue across his teeth, attempting to get the apple skin from between his teeth, yuck. As he preoccupies himself from Caitlin, his mind wonders in what way is he gonna be punished for this morning?