Sea Raven

[Kura]

Kiana grinned, though it turned out to look more wicked than innocent, which is really what she had been aiming for. She was a bit disappointed about not being able to silence the shopkeeper, and had the strong urge to kick the ground and pout like a child. Though on the brighter side, Delilah had agreed to join her to the party. This was going to be fun.

"Of course, ma'am, whatever ya want."

She tucked the new dress into her bag along with the shoes, then smiled up at Delilah. "I believe we still have a few hours before the party starts, since it really isn't even dark yet. I was thinking it would take longer than it did to trap that man in the back room. Shall we head back to the ship, then? Or was there someplace else you had in mind?"

 

[Myrnodyn]

Tim stared into his drink. Pure rum was so much better than grog to get drunk with, but like grog, it did taste like crap. sighing, the bulky sailor poured his third drink of the day between his lips, pulling a face at the taste of it. "at least the stuff is cheaper than a whore on Christmas eve." He thought, and raised his hand to get the attention of the waitresses.

Of course, it had to be the fat one who responded. It was always the fat one who responded to Tim. "Wha' can'i get'cha?" She asked, with her nasally sounding, high pitched voice. Tim debated for a moment if he should ask for one of the other women in the bar to come get his drink for him, but then decided that it didn't matter. He would be drunk soon enough and then all he would attention for were her breasts.

He forced himself to look up to the repulsive mass of flesh that had somehow managed to hoist itself into something it thought looked seductive. "Another rum please..." he asked, before his eyes glanced over her face against better judgment. "...In fact, make that a bottle of rum, and make it quick."

God, Tim hoped someone would get in trouble soon, so he could get back to the ship.

 

[Lunatic AI]

Maggie ducked out of the dank ocean air into the darkness of Blue Dog Inn's Common room, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dark. She caught sight of the Sea Raven's Helmsman nursing a bottle of rum and recognized the waitress hovering by. Not, perhaps, the most attractive of the inn's help- actually, probably the least, but Anne Beth was one of those eager to please darlings and she was busty enough after the third or forth pint most men didn't care. Her eyes lit up when she recognized Maggie, meeting her halfway into the room.

"I know that smile, beastie," Maggie smiled into the large woman's hug. She had always loved the way Anne Beth smelled (if no one else appreciated how she looked. Or sounded. Poor woman always seemed to have a cold...); like cinnamon cake and apples. "Hain't seen you in what, two years now!"

One of the more intoxicated patrons cheered in the background and Beth rolled her eyes. "Sounds like one's drunk enough I can try to earn my tip."

Maggie clasped her hand. "Can't stay long, but I been dreamin' of a hot bath since last spring, feels like."

Anne Beth smiled and pressed a long iron key into her hand. "Well no wonder you're cold as fish- Old Granger sprung for one of those fancy rigs, we got a pipe goes from the pump through the ovens into the washroom right to a proper tub. You go on, oh you'll love it, and I'll get the water going. Soon as I'm done here I'll bring you somethin' to warm your belly with too."

She tucked the key into her belt with a smile and pressed two gold coins into Anne Beth's hand. "Oh, don't worry about that, friend o'mine is meetin' me for a drink in a bit. He's not to pay either, if he gets here early; ye can't miss him he's got a wooden leg."

Anne Beth nodded earnestly. "'Bout time you got someone lookin' out for ya." Maggie made a face. "Now, I ain't tellin' ya to be marryin' him, I know how that goes,and frankly you attract all the wrong kind of men, I'm just glad you ain't walking the streets on your lonesome. Now off with you, I got a chance to make some money- don't need them seein' you and spoilin' it for me."

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Maggie turned the bolt behind her and leaned against the washroom door. The tub was already half filled and steaming in the light of an oil lamp sitting on a table by the tub. She set her pistol and small curved knife on the table with her belt and shed her jumper and camisole. The dress she would wash now, she could dry it just by wringing it out. The wool really only needed a drying by the hearth- which she could do in the common room drinking with the Huntmaster. She nearly tripped kicking off her boots and frowned, throwing her camisole into the bath and following it.

Oh, this was worth the gold. This was worth the rising dizziness and occasional twist of her belly for coming ashore. And she had bit of soap and a good half hour to soak. She pulled her newest ring out of her hair and held it up to the lamp. She wasn't entirely convinced it was a ring. The band wasn't flat, and now that she had a closer look at the set, there weren't any hooks to keep a jewel in place. She dunked it in the water and scraped some of the dirt out of the carvings. Two stripes across the arch of the band, three on each side, and around the set one mark at the apex, and two more spaced oddly. It was oddly large for a ring as well; if that was indeed what it was it was made for a giant of a man.

Oh. A Giant's Ring.

Her heart jumped and she gripped the ring and closed her eyes, leaning back against the warm porcelain. No. No. She had a half hour and she wasn't going to waste it. She tucked the ring back into her hair and smiled. It was a perfect reason to head back to the ship, but she could wait to test her theory.

Ah, hell. She started washing up. No she couldn't.

 

[Alarice]

Elizabeth

With the Quartermaster in tow, Elizabeth visited the herb shop first. It was a small, out of the way shop stowed away at the end of a narrow alley, fortunately clear of debris but pocketed with puddles. There was no sign, just a crudely drawn picture of a sprig with five full leaves on the wooden door, two leaves on either side and one at the top.

Elizabeth entered the alley first and then pushed the door open. Inside, she and Alek were assaulted by the smell of herbs and dust. There were herbs hanging everywhere and she was forced to push them out of her way as she walked further inside. The shop appeared even smaller in the dim light thanks to all the plants hanging from the ceilings, sitting in pots on the shelves, ground up into powder in jars, tucked away into small bags with cords.

"Feverfew, Queen's breath ... Wolf's fang," Elizabeth murmured to herself as she picked up a hanging herb here, a jar of powder there, a few leaves from a box. On second thought, she put the leaves back and took the entire container. With the crew's rotten luck, she would find the wolf's fang very useful.

"Eh? A maid who knows 'er stuff," a raspy voice said from somewhere in the back. Something moved and approached her. It was the herb shop keeper, an old man bent with age with a thin of white hair around his scalp who wore spectacles that kept slipping. His clothes may have been fine once but they were more patches sewn together than anything else.

Elizabeth had shopped here a total of three times before and each time had always been the same. "I am no maid," she replied curtly, picking up a few more herbs. She swept through the shop and examined each of the shelves. It always helped to pay attention to the wares. She could find something useful. Hm ... Like mint and drosmeir. She picked a few sprigs of those and added them to her already large bundle.

The old man shuffled over to stand behind his counter. Elizabeth joined him soon after and placed her bundle on the table. She dusted her hands and then moved away to pick up a few jars. Ha ha. Newt's eyes and frogs' tongues. Medicinal indeed, even if they did taste awful. Newts' eyes to calm fevers and frogs' tongues to reduce the aching of joints.

... And perhaps it was just a bit wicked if it helped the rumors about her being a witch and all.

Elizabeth watched as the old man went through each herb, identifying them by feel and smell rather than sight and the jars by how heavy they were in his hands. Then he went through the prices of each and Elizabeth paid accordingly. If she felt the prices were wrong, they haggled until they came to what they both decided was a fair price and then she paid it.

At the end of the transaction, Elizabeth had enough left over to get those supplies and put everything into her satchel. "Good day, miss," the old man said as she opened the door.

The Doctor paused. "Same to you," she replied, lifting her hood and then walking out.

 

[Diana]

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Deliah Red

"The ship. I have something just for the occasion."

Delilah wasn't kidding when she said she had something for the occasion. Upon arriving back at the ship, she had taken Kiana to a storage room where most of the finer loot tended to be kept. Here there was quite a bit of frippery. Clothing, jewelry, etc. Most of which was probably used as disguises or for trading when stopping at market ports.

Once dressed, and looking like fine ladies of Court, Delilah made sure to let one of the remaining crew know she was escorting the circus freak to a party. If she and the kid didn't returned, they'd know something went wrong.


So without escort or invitation, the two ladies made their way to the Governor's Home, where the party was already under way. Beautiful clothing, glittering decorations and fine food and wines. Delilah carried herself as if she was meant to be there, (seeming to know the names of half the people there helped!) making it all too simple to walk in. Wearing a dress of dark wine red, and a hat that concealed most of her face, she remained nearer the walls.

"Go have your fun, Kiana. But careful who you speak to."

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