<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Wow, you guys went to town with the posts while I was away, did you? X) I like it though! I’m glad the campaign is already generating some interesting interactions. :3</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&gt;&gt; Off the ferry</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"You had me very worried, wandering off in this crowd- what if you had run into a predator? Now, hurry and get into your pouch, we're about to miss the ferry!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Despite her concerns, Alyssa was met with little more than a thousand-yard stare from her familiar. The white cat had little intention of moving more muscles than was necessary to look up at the blue-haired tiefling.<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, you act like I can’t take care of myself. Predators, tsk. They couldn’t catch me even if my legs were tied.</span><br/><br/>Grim’s look only becomes more incredulous when Alyssa opens up her pack and begins to detail the efforts she took to make it more inviting.<span style="font-style: italic">You’ve got to be kidding. Air and softer things? I had that and a lot more back at the Academy. But noooo, you had to go out on your dumb research and drag me along for the ride! I’m not budging an inch. It’s about time I do what I-</span><br/><br/>Even with her unfinished thoughts, it’s clear Grim’s expectations were dashed as he was effortlessly picked off her little sanctuary of grass and plopped into the tiefling’s backpack.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, for the love of…</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&gt;&gt; On the ferry</span><br/><br/>As old as it was, the large ferry with still quite a marvel for those lucky enough to travel aboard it. It’s slightly rusted steel hull rocked gently in the bay’s waves, a motion easily noticed by those standing on the oak planking of its open-air main deck. Those closest to the bow would be able to see the captain, a tall thin vulpine, in the steering cabin, while those towards the back could lean against the walls of housing for the boat’s machinery and the observation deck, both of which were strictly off limits. At the end of the stern, the heavy steam engine rumbled gently beneath the steel cage put in place to protect it… and keep the curious from putting their hands somewhere they might regret.<br/><br/>Despite the squabble of people waiting to board earlier, the ferry’s surprisingly large main deck easily accommodated the prospective passengers, allowing each little group a good bit of breathing room. It was a relief, to say the least, for the travelers near Rea. Most were scared to death of the wolf, and it didn’t help that she seemed VERY unhappy with their presence. At least they could give the pair some space and stake out places to sit for themselves. Nonetheless, there were still a lot of people, and it was impossible to tell where everyone decided to go, or who went where they were not supposed to…<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the last of the passengers stepped off the gangplank, and moments later the small mouseboy undid the rope binding the ship to the dock and sprinted after them onto the deck. Once up, he ushered some of the stragglers towards the passenger areas at the front of the ship before being joined by a similarly dressed and equally small squirrel boy. Pulling out their small metal hole punchers, they gave each other a quick nod before heading off into the crowd. They knew it was prudent that they get the tickets stamped as soon as possible. The captain adhered to his schedule like glue, and he firmly believed that illicit passengers could walk off the gangplank at any time, if not necessarily onto land.<br/><br/>Just around then, Twilah’s little performance managed to catch the attention of all the passengers in her little section of the ship, their astonished eyes all alighting on the energetic pixie. It was remarkable how such a tiny figure could hold so many people spellbound at once, and by the time her little act was done the passengers had focused a plethora of emotions on her. Some raised their eyebrows at the strange display, while a few others gave her… well, rather scheming looks. However, most snapped their fingers in applause before turning back to their own business with a smile. With her bubbly personality, it was hard not to be drawn in by her happy demeanor, and more people probably would have gone up to see her if Eruin and Rea hadn’t approached first. Of course, that didn’t seem to have deterred the tiefling one bit.<br/><br/>While Alyssa attempted to make her way past the large wolf’s forceful tail, Grim sat idly in her bag with boredom written all over her half-closed eyes. With some effort, the feline had managed to slip one foreleg out of the confines of the bag, but the rest of her remained firmly stuck within the tiefling’s backpack.<span style="font-style: italic">You’re such a busybody,</span>she mused, not paying enough attention to notice either the pixie or the wolf battering her owner about.<span style="font-style: italic">You should learn to leave people alone. I for one know how annoying you can be when you get excited…</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*ploosh!*</span><br/><br/>The white cat’s ears perked up at the sound of Twilah hitting the lake, causing her to look up and over Alyssa’s shoulder for the first time since boarding the ship. It didn’t take long for the pixie to zoom back out of the water and onto the rail, raring to start a fight with her little dagger.  However, Grim was far from being intimidated; in fact, her reaction was quite the opposite as she stared wide-eyed at the fey girl.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh my… just look at that delicious little morsel! I mean, look at the way she’s dressed! She’s just ASKING for it. You are SO mine! If I could just get out of this confounded bag…!</span>The tiefling would be able to feel the feline begin to squirm about in an effort to squeeze out of her confines, albeit without much success.<br/><br/>Soon after Theron interjected his own two cents into the escalating situation, the group would be able to notice the gaze of a figure towards the front of the deck alighting on them. Leaning against the back wall of the captain’s cabin, the tan-and-black jackal had an outfit that seemed a strange blend of jacket and armor. Two long red leather sleeves covered his crossed arms and  protruded from the thicker pads of armor on his torso, carved with an intricate black snowflake design reminiscent of a tribal tattoo. Looped over his back, a long halberd bore the same silver-and-brown tone as his trousers, ending just above his bare digitigrade paws. His green-eyed stare was calm and cool behind his spectacles, difficult to decipher yet undoubtedly intrigued by the scene it scanned over.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before another pair of eyes alighted on the group, this time coming from a wolf seated beside the jackal. His fur was a wild mix of gray and rust-red that faded to creamy white on his neck, yet most of his body was covered in what looked like a black form-fitting single piece suit, embedded  with several heavier pads of armor. From his sprawled-out posture and suave smirk, he seemed a lot more laid-back than his companion, despite the greatsword leaning against his side. A cursory glance around would reveal that they were the only other armed individuals aboard the ferry.<br/><br/>Shortly after, the mouse and squirrel met up at the center of the main deck, having completed most of their ticket-punching. The only people left were the travelers that had accumulated around Twilah, but their approach was becoming a lot more difficult than they had anticipated. His gaze alighting on Theron, Eruin, and Rea, the mouseboy nudged the other rodent and mumbled something to him. The squirrel was quick to respond with a shake of the head and more indiscernible words, but with a final push from his colleague he sidled up nervously to the group and cleared his throat. His eyes were wide and anxious as he twiddled the hole-puncher in his hand. “Eh, I don’t mean to interrupt, but may I please see your tickets?”<br/><br/><br/>(Ferry shematics, courtesy of Captain Joel Huschens)<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af219/sonatawolf/FerrySchematics.jpg"/><br/><br/>&gt; The ferry has three levels. The players are currently on the main deck, the large area between the engine room/observations deck and the steering cabin. The small walkways adjacent to these structures are NOT part of the main deck, and passengers are encouraged not to linger in those locations. <br/>&gt; On the level above, there is the observation deck to the stern and the steering/captain's cabin to the bow. Both are off-limits to passengers.<br/>&gt; Below the main deck is a large reinforced safety hold that is used to hold the passengers in times of emergency. But you guys won't go there, will you? &gt;:3 It's locked anyway.<br/>&gt; At the moment, each square on the grid doesn't have a specific measurement, so don't think of them as 5 ft. squares!<br/>&gt; You cannot walk through the engine. :3 That probably wouldn't feel very nice.<br/>&gt; As of this post, you are all located on the bottom-left corner of the main deck, just along the rail. The jackal and wolf are located further down the rail against the steering cabin.</div></div></div>