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
Levi pulls his wrist up to his face, sliding his sleeve up to reveal a quite classy, expensive watch. He checks the time only to find it's been 12:48 A.M. all day. Strange..
"LEVI! What are you doing?!" Yells Levi's bossy right hand loser. "Caitlin's on her way to inspect the ship, and you're playing with a broken watch?!" Levi jumped nearly out of his skin on that, thinking that perhaps Caitlin was already here. He snorts and chuckles.
"What's the matter Brucie? The ship's still in the air, and flying under its own power!" Oh how he was right, but the poor ship has damage from some dog fights, the poopdeck needs swabbed, and the kajiggers gone over.
"You've gotta be kidden me, you're gonna show this to her? And it's Brett..." The man spans the ship with his hand, standing near the helm with Levi.
"Yeah, yeah, Beck. Everything will be fine, I've done worse. Besides, if ya' think is so bad, why dun' YOU go and fix it?" He shoots a dirt glance towards the angered sailor, his eyes sharp like glass shards.
"Haaaaaail! 'Ere she comes!" barks the woman on the peak of the ship, an eyeglass to her face. "She's about' 100 yards out!" In reality, the telescope was backwards, and she was in fact...much, much closer than that.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 26, 2017 2:19:08 GMT
Caitlin was indeed on her way for an inspection. It was a time consuming evolution, but if she didn't make the rounds every few months, her fleet would surely decay into nothingness. Just the threat of disappointment was usually enough to get the fleet on the feet and round about the ships, tightening up loose ends and replacing rusty bits. A bit of elbow grease here and there... the dirty jobs no one wanted to do until the last minute sort of thing. And with her scheduled check ups... the last minute was nigh.
Caitlin's little schooner pulled up along side the vessel and moored to its side. a metal cross plank was dropped 90 degrees to a horizontal line between both decks and Cait with her crewman Juniper walked across the shiny metal surface to the other side.
"Good day gentlemen," she greeted Levi's seamen. Skymen? Pirates under his authority. An authority that made him responsible for the inspections outcome - good - or bad.
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 jumps up form his sit, pushing his hair into place from under his hat, too much of it was in his eyes. He cant have Caitlin see him like that...oh who is he kidding? She's seen it ALL kinds of messy. He smugly smiles at that before pulling on his jacket to straighten it out. He hops to the front of the helm, sliding down the steps to find the love of his life conversing with his seamen, sadly it has to be with everyone around her. He smiles and waves in a great overdone motion, clapping his hands as he brings them together by his chest. "Love, dearest! Oh, the boat is ready for innnnnspecccshun." He swoops closely to her, hovering his cheek close to hers so he can whisper. "Am I allowed to kiss my fiance in front of my crew?" He steps back, and motions for her to look around.
"The ports are polished, the Polish are ported. Blades balanced, deck shined. Helm cleaned.."
He smiles, not because the inspection, or the forth coming wrath he may receive for it, but because the view he has right now, the way the sun stands behind the golden braids of Caitlin's. It's almost like staring at an angel.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Feb 5, 2017 18:16:53 GMT
Seeing him made her heart both soar and ache.
Seeing the conditions of his ship and crew, running about like a flock of startled geese - desperate to do the work that they were too late in starting, made her flare up with annoyance.
Really... hadn't anyone persuaded Levi to get the ship prepped for inspection? Anyone? She exhaled on a long slow sigh and tried not to get ahead of herself. This was Levi, she had to know it was going to take some serious coercion to get him to operate like the rest. Then he swooped in, his warm breath on her cheek sending unwanted tingles up the back of her neck. Those tingles turned to ice at the sound of that one. fearful. word.
"Fiance?" She gave him a genuinely confused look. "Where?" She turned her head left and right to look around him and his shipmates. What the bloody hell was he talking about? It wasn't that she couldn't remember the last time she saw him... how could she forget him springing back from the grave like a poltergeist to haunt her? No. It was that she'd been tipsy turvy from drinking away her regrets and some of their previous conversation was lost in the muddle of her sobering mind. What she remembered most was how his hair smelled and how warm his chest was as she laid on it and fell asleep against his resurrected self in the fanroom that night. She remembered the steady thump thump of his heartbeat under her ear. but she didn't remember much of the words.
Words were so meaningless sometimes. Holding onto a conversation was not nearly as good as holding onto something tangible. like his torso, and sleeping off tears that she'd shed into her pillows alone. You couldn't hold onto words like that. Words weren't really there. Words were as good as thoughts. You could recite them into forever but you couldn't pin them down and make them stay in the present.
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
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