<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls and Decisions</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2012-07-17 13:27:46, Katherine Hayes (uid: 36370) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39886) *Fort save vs Rum*<br/>Choices: Influence&lt;quartermaster&gt;</div></div><br/><During the Keel-hauling><br/>Katherine looked on somberly.  She wasn't new to keelhauling, she'd witnessed one before.  Just one.  Her gaze met deck as the soon-to-be corpse went overboard, trying not to imagine the sickening pain the poor man must be feeling.<em>I'm glad I left what I found down there alone,</em>she thought at the time.  Then again, another part of her wished she'd taken it and cut one of the ropes.  It'd be a pointless gesture of defiance that would've resulted in two corpses instead of one.<em>You'll be avenged, Jakes.  I didn't know you, but by the gods no one deserves that.</em><br/><br/><Dinner><br/>Deciding to give the dead man some dignity, she took her rum ration, disgusting as it was.  It was clearly spiked with all sorts of vileness, clearly meant to be pitched so Mr. Scourge or Mr. Plugg could have their fun.  She raised her mug in a silent toast, then downed it.  A bit too quickly, as it was, and she felt it settle poorly in her gut.  It soured her appetite something fowl, it did, but she forced down as much as she could.  Her fingers and toes a bit numb from the drink, she stood after the meager meal with her composure intact.  She could hold her rum at the worst of times, as she did now, powering through the rotgut just fine.  She'd heard what big green Beri had proposed, and agreed with this Lantis fellow- organizing too soon would spell disaster.<br/><br/><After Dinner><br/>Cracking her neck, Katherine decides that now's the time to go wait by the Quartermaster's cabin.  Keeping one's special talents from the officers was a punishable offense- and she wasn't about to let that happen.  She walks out to the main hold and takes a seat on a crate, waiting patiently for the quartermaster to arrive from dinner.  It isn't the politest thing to do, waiting outside of an officer's cabin, but she has to get the quartermaster's attention if she's going to be as useful as she can be.  If Katherine's not as useful as she can be, she'll have a harder time surviving her predicament.<br/><br/><Some Time Later...><br/>(PMing GM)