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
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 1:59:48 GMT
"Arse," she whispered under her breath and thanked her chef for the tray. Caitlin turned and paused, realizing how long it had been since she'd actually eaten in the galley. where to sit?
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 split his lips in a grin as he followed behind her, swirling quickly with tray in his hands towards Caitlin, almost catching her in the side of the head before raising it to arc over her head. He narrows his eyebrows and bumps her shoulder with his as he walked passed. "Scared to dine with the dogs?!" He called back as he walked down a long row of tables, before sitting in an area that had about four open seats around him, one next to him and two across. He elbows the guy he sat down next to and begins chatting away as if it was an everyday thing
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 2:11:10 GMT
"No," she snapped back, she was originally one of them, imagine her first few months on the crew, a baroness trying to be tough and streetwise among this lot?
Caitlin Followed Levi, sitting down across from him and greeting each of the surrounding rogues by name. She grinned victoriously at Levi, as if to say bet you couldn't do that, and then started in on her plate of food. She still ate like a lady.
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 doesn't even acknowledge the sound as he drags the utensil from his mouth, and as the few in the area looked for the cause Levi continued to eat his food casually. Caitlin knew where it came from though, the origin right below her. The arch of Levi's boot teeter totters on the edge of the seat, between her legs. No, as a matter-of-fact he couldn't do that, but he could do this! He takes the piece of metal in his hand and stabs a piece of food, holding it towards Caitlin as his elbow rested on the table. Here kitty kitty!
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 3:07:55 GMT
Caitlin jumped a little in her skin but tried to hide it. She could feel Levi's boot right between her thighs, planted on her seat like he did in the restaurant the day they first met. The crew members near them were exchanging glances past Levi and Caity and things were starting to get awkward. The buzz of the galley died down a little and it was becoming more and more obvious that they were gaining the attention of other tables around them. Levi, cheeky bloke that he was, speared his food and held it out to her.
The sound of metal clattering to the table rang out as someones fork fell from their mouth. Not all at once, but in that gradual way, a hushed silence fell over the space. Caity didn't look around but she could feel everyone's eyes watching them. Really now? They couldn't be that amazed at his audacity, or was it her they were amazed at, for humoring him? She could feel the seconds tick by and practically time the grin forming on his face.
Caitlin's cheeks burned red. She sat down her own utensils, reached forward and plucked his from his hand. Caitlin sat that down too and stood up. "A word, mr. Küper," Caitlin said in a dark tone of voice. She excused herself from the table and began walking toward the exit.
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
Caitlin tugged at the fork in his hands, and he tugged back but eventually let her take it. He smiled cheerfully before pulling his hand back to lock fingers and create a support which he placed under his jaw. He watches as she stood up and stepped out. "A word, mr. Küper," she said, in an grim tone. Levi watches as she turns and walks away towards the doors.
"You sway your hips more when you're mad!" He calls out to the woman crossing the floor, hoping to get her, and other's, attention. "Call me Küpe. Küper was my father's name." He winks at Caitlin and reaches across the table to grab his fork. He watches her as he does so, turning to her before placing the food in his mouth and dragging the metal out with a nice shrieek.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 3:24:45 GMT
Caitlin gasped, and she wasn't sure, but she thought maybe a few others did too. Turning on her heels she caught the rest of his remark and the playful way he cleaned his fork. "How about I just call you Levi?" She seethed as she stormed back over to him. Was he dead-set on embarrassing her or undermining her in front of her sailors? She got right in front of him and tugged on his shoulder to spin him to face her. The people around her both made room and circled closer at the same time, expecting a fight. Whether or not they would get one was yet to be determined.
He wasn't wearing a coat for her to grab him by so instead she pushed him back against the table and leaned close over his body. "Don't tell me you forgot who I am?" She asked.
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
As Levi feels a hand on his shoulder he drops the metallic utensil, it clanging on the table as the room goes silent as he gets spun to face a red-faced blonde. And now by red, I mean blood red. As his back hits the table, he grits his teeth and quickly leans close to Caitlin, putting his face hairs length away from her. He bares teeth in a bloodthirsty grin. "Did I leave your knickers in a knot?" He barks as his hands come up from below her to place themselves on her rump, pulling her into Levi as he pulls his head back so there's no nosecracking goodies.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 3:47:38 GMT
The bloodthirsty, teeth baring grin gave her chills, something about it was both feral and sexy at the same time. He didn't answer her question, but asked one of his own which left her too stunned by his remark to see the next move coming. Caitlin landed on his lap, straddling the man the way she liked to do on the river. Her heartbeat skipped in her chest, missing a beat then hammering into overdrive. To brace herself, her hands grabbed his shoulders and she was left looking at the tilt of his chin. He adjusted to meet her gaze and they were inches apart. the room was so quiet she forgot about everyone else. Perhaps they left... perhaps not, but she couldn't hear them or think about them just then.
"I thought I told you I hate you?" She asked calmly. Her hands were still on his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around him. The body heat between them was uncomfortably stifling but she didn't immediately remove herself.
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 gazes over Caitlin's face, a small smirk prancing on his lips. Did I just dumbfound her in front of her crew? He thinks to himself, his expression giving no notice of the thought until her words dance through his years. He snaps his eyes to hers, holding the look for a few moments as his heart beats in his chest thudding away as if he were chasing prey. "You've also told me you've loved me." He says, delivering a teasing kiss to her lips as the sailors create an uproar around the scene.
"DID HE JUS' DO WHAT I THINK'E DID?" Comes from part of the room, and Levi pulls himself far enough away from Caitlin's face to bob his chin up and down in a dung eating nod.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 26, 2014 4:21:06 GMT
To Caitlin, they were back on the river bank, secret lovers pushing and pulling each others boundaries. He quoted her saying the L word before pecking her lips with his. The thunder in her ears brought her back to reality. The crowd around her were an energized mob at a CAEsAL concert, shoving each other, grabbing weapons, exclaiming things, passing back the word, unsure how to respond, most of them shuffled on their feet. If the queen decked the deckhand, then they'd swarm him and tie him up to the mast. But they waited on her first, to see if that was the most appropriate course of action.
Aware now of their audience, Caitlin groaned and closed her eyes, tossing back her head as if pleading to heaven 'why me, lord?' Caitlin took a deep breath, opened her eyes and popped out of his lap. She pressed one hand against his chest to keep him still as she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I do love you, so don't take this the wrong way but..." She leaned back and decked him right across the face with her other hand.
It might come as a shock, and could leave a little bit of redness but there wouldn't be any bruising. The noblewoman's hands or arms weren't all that strong. However, the crew took to the signal and gave out a trumpet cry, surging forward. She gave a faulty smile as she stepped out of the way and let them have at him. She would see him on the weather deck, tied to the mast, and once the crew had finished up and walked away, she'd explain herself. He'd have no choice but to listen, really, since there would be nowhere else to go.
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 looked up at Caitlin as he sat sprawled out with his back against the table, her finger tips on his chest as she looks down at him. He smiles softly, feeling accomplished before feeling the force of Caitlin's hand meat his face. He moves his head with the punch, reducing the hit but still getting done-in nicely by it. He takes a hand up to place on the side of his face as Caitlin steps back and he feels the massive amount of hands reach all over him, grabbing and pulling. "H-HEY! Watch it!" He boasts as those angry hands go to places he'd rather them not go as he involuntarily crowd surfs out the door. He holds a hand over his mouth as the angry mob roars out the door with him in their hands.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 1:55:05 GMT
Caitlin followed the crowd as the feline was carried sacrificially to the weather deck. They pinned him down and roped his hands together around the beam of the main mast. Then they followed through with a full body knot, tying him up for good. There were some questions and some confused stares from pirates who had not been in they galley but witnessed the procession up to the main landing. Caitlin walked through the crowd and gave Levi a satisfactory smile with her hands on her hips. When the roar died down and everyone turned to stare she lifted her voice and announced.
"Drinks for everyone , on me! See you all at Dockers Tavern tonight!" That would give them something to do. The cheer grew loud and the feet began to stampede in all directions, some leaving the ship directly (never too early to buy a round on the baroness's tab) some heading down to their racks to change or grab personal possessions 'afore heading out. Caity was left with Levi, tilting her head sideways and staring at him in his predicament.
"What were you trying to do down there?" She asked him quietly after a few moments alone.
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 feels like a ship ornament but only tied to the mast of the ship, not the front. He watches as everyone disperses at the sound of free drinks and Levi would've gone too if he wasn't in this situation. He looks down at Caitlin, mocking her as he tilts her head and offers one of the most sarcastic. "Oh, by what do you mean?!" He squirms about in the tight rope, but it's of no avail so he sits and listens.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 27, 2014 3:21:37 GMT
Caitlin starts to feel a squige of guilt for masting him but the man was pushing her buttons in front of her crew. Was it fair though? They claimed each other the evening before, unofficially offered to be each others at any rate. She shook her head, their relationship was so confusing, and to make matters worse, now she was engaged in a handful of courtships thanks to daddy dearest. Caitlin grabbed a blade stuck in one of the nearby crates and set to work cutting him lose. She was standing close to him, just slightly off center, favoring his right shoulder as she worked the blade through the bonds. She could smell the scent of his hair, and she would never say so, but she loved how familiar it had become to her.
"We're going to have to work on this. On us," she said as she sawed at the ropes.
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
Shoutbox
Welcome to the Shoutbox - If You Have Discord, Ask to Join the Discord Server