Liegeboat [Main IC]
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				Title: <strong>Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 07:01:47</strong>
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				<strong>Welcome aboard the Liegeboat! Crewed by thems that arn’t of the binary persuasion, the Liegeboat flies on the power of dreams, tea overdose and tapirs on oversized hamster wheels, headed where’ver our hearts takes up! Over the chimney stacks and above the sea of smog our fine, trusty (slightly rusty) vessel can be seen, the Jolly Roger emblazoned upon the airship's balloons in vibrant and clashing colours.<br><br>Beware, landlubbers, we comes to pillage and plunder yur booty! And phat loots! And other such euphemisms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Avast!</strong><br><br><hr><br>While this game is open to everyone who desires to play, and no character sheet is needed, please post a formal request in our Chatter thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167787.0) and wait for approval before starting. If you carry the Liege badge, this is unnecessary - you are already an automatic member of the crew. Play as yourself, your forum persona or favourite character, any is acceptable. <br>&nbsp;<br>Please choose your own title or pick one of the unclaimed slots available!<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Crewmen</span><br>Captain: Geil<br>First Officer Of Shinanigans: TheShii<br>Magick Abuser: Saerrael<br>First Mate:<br>Navigator: Blythe<br>Kidnapped Person:<br>Mechanic: Geeklet<br>Baby Animal Guardian: yaracyrrah<br>Keeper of the Candy:<br>Professional Looter: Dim Hon<br>Cannon Control:<br>Bosun/Cook: JillianCorvus<br>Medic: Miss Kathinja&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Major Aerial BAMF: Ephiral <br>Cabinboy: Sparkles<br><br>Final note - some of us have specific terms we use for ourselves. We are a very mixed group, filled with hims, hers, theys, hirs, its - ask which to use if the hints we leave for you don’t make it clear enough. Also, some of our number have different tastes. Even though this is in BON, a scene might make certain of us uncomfortable, so be aware that what is fine and dandy for one does not make it so for another.<br><br>In other words, play nice or else I’ll turn your character into sky whale bait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 07:37:45</strong>
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				Navigaor Blythe is in his quarters, which also contains the controls for the TARDIS. He paces nervously, oh so nervously. His dark black hair flutters in the wind, the wind coming in from the open window. He is a stocky fellow, muscular, standing at about 5'8", and he is pale, with full lips and dark eyes. There is a sense of command in him, but he looks frantic.<br><br>He murmurs, "Tapirs."<br><br>He continues pacing. He seems conflicted in his mind, but he decides to get dressed. Oh yes, to alleviate stress, Navigator Blythe walks around naked, feeling the playful wind tickling his cock. He puts on his tight black pants, straps on a belt of bronzed clockwork gears, put on his big bronze-gold goggles, and he ties his shoulder-length hair behind his head. He wears no shirt, but he slips on thick black boots with bronze buckled, the pants velvet and caressing his skin. It's another day on the Liegeboat, and the Navigator considers navigating his way to the quarters of someone ecstatic and sexy and lovely to alleviate his stress.<br><br>Time to plunder something sweet on this airship. Or not on the airship.&nbsp; Either way, plunder.
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 09:35:00</strong>
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				"Blythe, you map spankin' old devil you!" roars a voice he hasn't heard since the Tapir Incident. Nasty business that, and yet so tasty. Grey still stands annoying tall, ducking his great, grizzled head under the door frame and flashes that maw of teeth. Ah, werewolves are a peculiar lot, especially this one. <br><br>"You message reached me and I must confess that pirate has never been on my resume before. And adventure sounds more fun then collecting dust with the rest of the muses in that cave."<br><br>He's a big lad, covered in shades of gray (what can he say, his mama wasn't real original with names) with a wolf's head, legs and tail and wearing a battered pair of baggy shorts with a tool belt. but it's a weird tool belt, festooned with felt mousies, wooden carrots and rubber bones. He grins, toothy and charming.<br><br>"I hear there are small, cute critters that need tending."
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 09:48:19</strong>
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				Blythe stands, bristly and jittery, and he retorts, "Greytrail, you howling scalawag! We agreed to never discuss that again. I felt terrible about it. We didn't even know it was tapir." Blythe continues, "And welcome aboard. With the TARDIS malfunctioning....or maybe my mishandling of it...we could go anywhere or anywhen. And we've got tapirs that need seeing to, and puppies and kittens."<br><br>Blythe smiles though, thinking of a good thing, "But a strong wolfie like you ought to be able to keep the baby animals in line. Off you go, down in the hold!"<br><br>Blythe stops as he hears a noise. Something crawls along by his feet. He sighs and stoops down, taking a look...<br><br>(http://cute-n-tiny.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/cute-baby-tapir.jpg)<br><br>He also finds something scandalous!<br><br>(http://thumb18.shutterstock.com/thumb_small/469207/469207,1258504901,4/stock-photo-clip-art-illustration-of-a-red-pair-of-womens-panties-41124694.jpg)<br><br>Blythe stares and says, "Someone has been dressing the tapir again to irritate me." He sighs. Shall the quest for pleasure go unfulfilled? Wherever he goes, something seems to jump in the way and shout, "None for you!"
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				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 10:34:09</strong>
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				A baby tapir crawls across the slumbering form. Geil sorts and wakes up.<br><br>"What the? Sheesh! Go to sleep for a few hours - take your eye off the ball for such a short time, and look what happens - A whole new thread!"<br><br>Ahem, right; soooo - Captain Geil. <em>Pirate</em> Captain Geil. "Aha!" ... "Ahaaaa, haaaar aaar." <br><br>But ... Pirate Captain Geil of a steampunk-like airship, victorian eraish thing. Mmmmm. "Ahaaar, aaar, haaaar h...ow do you do, Sir?"<br><br>"This is going to need ... a hat!" Flips open a box at the back of the cabin and rummages around, finally pulling out ... Well, it's tall, black, stiff and cylindrical at the top, but morphs into a floppier, more comfortable affair at the bottom and the overly wide brim is tied back to make three corners. Is it a top hat, or is it a tricorn? Is it a top hat, or is it a tricorn? It's neither and yet it's both. (Any followers of the binary hat scale, prepare to have your world view forever altered ;) )<br><br>On donning the hat, the rest of his persona takes form. Very tall, male, very English, and somewhat lanky but by no means weak framed. Think John Cleese (but with the moustache suitably handlebarred) wearing Captain Jack Sparraow's outfit - loose shirt, breeches and boots with a large sash/belt - cutlass, pistols and telescope hanging therefrom, but immaculately groomed. Instead of the long coat he has a formal, evening wear waistcoat (vest) over the shirt, and bow tie on top. A small, sliver chain leads into the left breast pocket of the waistcoat attached to a pocket watch. A similar chain on the right connects to the ... (drum roll, ominous background music) ... unspecified clockwork device. He checks that it is fully wound up, but does so turned away from camera so no-one can see exactly what it is.<br><br>With one final, fleeting, confused thought as to why anyone would pick a relatively infrequent poster as the captain of a group game, the character is complete. One might think they wanted a ship where they could get away with doing what they wanted most of the time! Can't be good for discipline.<br><br>Mmmm - discipline!<br><br>The captain examines himself in the mirror. "Right!" He kicks open the captain's cabin's door and steps out bellowing, "<strong>Who let the damned tapirs out?</strong>"<br><br>He steps on the deck, stands up straight and straightens his bow tie. Bow ties are cool.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ephiral</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 16:16:49</strong>
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				There is a thud as an androgynous form falls out of one of the boats and lands face-down on the deck. It appears to be wearing backed-out goggles, rumpled bits of several different military uniforms (some of which no longer exist), and... a traffic cone on its head. "...ow." Ephiral dusts herself off and laboriously finds her feet, wincing at each motion. After what seems like an eternity, he sheepishly pulls the traffic cone off, revealing a wild, disheveled red mane and a pair of blacked-out goggles, and stands at some semblance of attention. "That'd be me, Cap'n. I think. Last night is kinda hazy."
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 18:29:41</strong>
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				"Hey, there was no telling that rock slide was gonna crush the beast. Left us with a tapered tapir. Still, we ate well! Hey, I see panic goggles and they're black! Goodness, I must have missed some damn party getting in late. Well, I'm off to see to the puppies and kitties. Oh, and find out how the tapirs escaped!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yaracyrrah</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 18:52:41</strong>
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				*enters stage right, chasing a baby tapir*<br><br>*exits stage left, chasing a baby tapir*
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 19:58:47</strong>
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				The Navigator watches Greytrail go, full of sorrowful amusement. But he hears the bellow of good....dread....wait. The Navigator has gotten confused about adjectives. The crew loves Geil, from what Blythe recalls, but all the enemies they plunder probably live in fear of Geil. The Navigator decides o na solution: He hears the dreadfully good bellow of Pirate Captain Geil.<br><br><strong>"Who let the damned tapirs out?"</strong><br><br>The Navigator follows the signs of Geil's displeasure, wondering if he should plot a course to raid an island of beautiful tribal dancers or plot a course to raid London's finest brothels. <br><br>He calls out, "I'm not sure, captain. Sir. All I know is everything got a little confusing after we used the TARDIS." He looks a little embarrassed and says, "It's possible, that after the use of the TARDIS, not only did the Liege's Only section contain our boat, but we also floated into these more open BDSM waters."
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				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 20:45:40</strong>
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				Red had a penchant for lounging. She was always lounging except when ordered not to lounge. <br><br>"Ahhhh a pirate's life for me." She said happily taking yet another sip of iced tea. "Just another day of relaxing, drinking, and not getting dressed.." She sighed happily and tightened her short green robe. <br><br>Ever since being sucked into her computer and emerging into a mixed up world of liegeships and time traveling air pirate shenanigans, Red had developed the ability to sleep through all sorts of catastrophes. Timestorms, Time warps, Tapir stampedes, she'd slept through it all. Ever since being held hostage by the pirates in hope of gaining some sort of ransom from reality, then being slowly accepted as the lowest ranking member of the crew after reality decided it didn't want her back, she had happily adjusted to life as the laziest, least reliable member of this gang of misfits. <br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/csgv2Ep.jpg)<br><em>Red, in a rare instance of actually getting dressed and doing her job.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 21:00:15</strong>
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				The door to the engine room swung open wildly as a half dozen or so baby tapirs went scurrying out. There in the doorway stood Geeklet, some drab overalls covering hir body. The sleeves were cutoff, however, and showed the pink shirt underneath, which added a bit of color to the mechanic's wardrobe. With hir hair pulled back and a bit of grease on hir face, shi let out a slight grimace before calling out, <strong>"Oi, Cap'n!"</strong><br><br>Shi lifted the oversized wrench in hir hands and let it rest upon a shoulder. Shi looked around for the Captain, or anyone to hear hir complaints, really. <strong>"Someone needs to take care of these vermin. They're gettin' in everything and muckin' up the atmospheric system matrix, of all things!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 21:03:29</strong>
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				"Hmmmmm." The captain frowns, considering the situation on deck, then takes out his telescope and surveys the local area. He mutters, "Yeeeees, Very bondagey look," in suspicious tones.<br><br>"Well, don't just stand there then. Get the cuddly little blighters rounded up and back down to the tapir pens, yaracyrrah's got the idea - go get 'em. And no getting frisky with the beasts or we'll have to jump to a thread somewhere completely different, and that's not somewhere a bunch of pretty boys and girls and others like you want to be. So pull your fingers out (and wipe them clean if necessary) and lets get this ship spruced up and presentable. We're not here to make an exhibition of ourselves (at least not until I've finished my dancing lessons.)"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yaracyrrah</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 21:06:09</strong>
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				*passes through, hurriedly, on the way to the pens, with a squirming baby tapir under each arm*
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 21:23:43</strong>
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				Navigator Blythe salutes Captain Geil, and he quickly makes sure his room is tapir and small-animal free. <br><br>Navigator Blythe busies himself sprucing up the ship. He's inclined to, and does, put out a few vases of tasteful flowers, wipes down the black leather Naughty Chair used to tie down delightful captives, and he thinks about mopping.<br><br>Only thinks. He doesn't do it. He hates mopping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 00:48:36</strong>
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				"Really, what idiot took the door to the tapir pen? Fine, I'll figure something out! Thank all the holies I just happened to have those stalks of ripe bamboo and sugar cane in my bag! That'll keep those silly beasts for a bit while I look around for something suitable as a door..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 21:45:08</strong>
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				Navigator Blythe, sneaky and looking for fun, goes to the TARDIS. It's time to raid something fun. He wonders, briefly, if they can find a tropical island full of beautiful men and women, beautiful trans and beautiful androgynous people to ravish delightfully. <br><br>He does hope this won't cause complications. It's either set sail for sexier waters or attempt to ravish a fellow crew member. He figures he ought to play it safe for now--no use getting kicked off the ship or disciplined by the Captain, who's already mad about the tapirs.<br><br>He tightens his clockwork belt, jumps up and down a few times to get the blood going, and whoosh, new destination when Blythe sets it all up.<br><br>Except Blythe doesn't recognize the destination at all. He should have had a stronger idea in mind when using the TARDIS....<br><br>Where are we?
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 03:32:53</strong>
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				Well, if that was the damnedest sensation? Is that the acronym Blythe talked about? The sky is a lovely shade of dusky purple, the color of a shade a fair woman's skin turns from the suction of a loving mouth to entice her petaled sex to unfurl in dewy welcome...<br><br>Oh for fuck sake, really?<br><br>"Blythe!!!! I know you want to get laid, you horny devil, but the land of purple prose? REALLY?!?!?!?"
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 03:44:56</strong>
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				Blythe says, sternly, "I am sure I didn't take us here. Blame the ship's equipment. Had I a choice, we would have arrived on Bondage Island." Blythe raises an eyebrow at Greytrail and says, "Are you sure you didn't have something to do with where we are?"<br><br>Blythe grins at Greytail, and with a casual nudge against Greytrail's arm, says, "Bad puppy. You're lucky I don't spank you."
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 04:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7861421#msg7861421">Quote from: Blythe on 11-03-2013, 03:44:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blythe says, sternly, "I am sure I didn't take us here. Blame the ship's equipment. Had I a choice, we would have arrived on Bondage Island." Blythe raises an eyebrow at Greytrail and says, "Are you sure you didn't have something to do with where we are?"<br><br>Blythe grins at Greytail, and with a casual nudge against Greytrail's arm, says, "Bad puppy. You're lucky I don't spank you."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Raising a shaggy eyebrow, Greytrail grins wolfishly (like he can DO anything else) and snaps his teeth at his pal. "Your persistence is adorable, small pink thing."<br><br>POking Blythe with a clawed finger, Grey chortles and continues to tease Blythe.<br><br>"Besides, YOU'RE the one who activated the Tardis!"
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 04:24:02</strong>
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				Blythe blusters, "I am not a "small pink thing!" I'm pale, thank you. Pale and white like alabaster." He shivers at Greytrail's claw, though, and he wonders if this is such a good idea. He thinks, <em>Greytrail is a lot bigger than me anyway. I'm not even sure you can make an alpha wolf behave submissively. Does that even work that way?</em><br><br>He coughs and blushes despite himself, and says, "Turning pink from blushing doesn't count as really being pink." <br><br>Because he can, he spanks Greytrail playfully, to see what will happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 04:27:46</strong>
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				Red wanders into the room, still wearing just her short white robe, margarita glass in hand, sadly empty.<br><br>"We're out of ice in the war room." She reported, opening the freezer to get some more. "Oh and yara is playing some sort of pipe that is making all the little tapirs come running to him, perhaps her." Red cocked her head thinking. "Didn't really look. Anyway thought someone should know and..." her voice trailed off. "Wait...TARDIS? Someone activated our time space warping thingy?" She groaned dejectedly. "Oh this has 'Red stop dawdling and get dressed' written all over it. Thanks a lot guys." She sulked as she petulantly refiled her drink.
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				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 04:42:31</strong>
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				Blythe looks a little embarrassed and says, "For what it's worth, I'm allowed to use the TARDIS, since I'm the Navigator!" He follows RedPhoenix and, smiling seductively, runs his index finger along the rim of the glass and says, "I could apologize to you, if you like, lovely Red."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 04:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7861597#msg7861597">Quote from: Blythe on 11-03-2013, 04:24:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blythe blusters, "I am not a "small pink thing!" I'm pale, thank you. Pale and white like alabaster." He shivers at Greytrail's claw, though, and he wonders if this is such a good idea. He thinks, <em>Greytrail is a lot bigger than me anyway. I'm not even sure you can make an alpha wolf behave submissively. Does that even work that way?</em><br><br>He coughs and blushes despite himself, and says, "Turning pink from blushing doesn't count as really being pink." <br><br>Because he can, he spanks Greytrail playfully, to see what will happen.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Whipping out a colorfully tie-dyed leash from his pouch (what, you don't think half the crap in a pet store can't be used for bondage?) Grey loops a couple half hitches around Blythe's chest and wrists and swats him after the annoyed red head.<br><br>"Go help the nice lady, ya brat. That blush of yours give you away. Every. Single. Time."<br><br>He cackles evilly and rubs big hands together.<br><br>"Me? I'm off for a promotion. Seeing that we have no first officer! I always wanted the perks of rank."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 01:54:57</strong>
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				The captain has a stern look on his face. It's pointed straight at Red.<br><br>"And just what kind of ship do you think this is to be wandering around half dressed with a glass in hand?"&nbsp; He raises one eyebrow, but then winks it. "No wonder no one would pay your ransom. Next time you bring one for your captain as well, or your backside will suffer the consequences."<br><br>He pauses and scratches his chin, and mutters, "Ah, wait - I forget whether that's more likely to encourage than discourage Red. So hard to tell with this crew."<br><br>Speaking up again, "Next time you bring one for your captain as well, or your backside <em>won't</em> suffer the consequences." He eyes her carefully to see which threat elicits the most reaction.<br><br>"Oh, and someone was asking about the position of first officer. Greytrail, is it? Well then Grey, my lad, before you ask step into that role let me ask you this: do you know what happened to the previous first officer?"<br><br>[Aside: "Grey, Red! What is this - a pirate ship or a paint shop?"]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 06:21:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7867113#msg7867113">Quote from: Geil on 12-03-2013, 01:54:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The captain has a stern look on his face. It's pointed straight at Red.<br><br>"And just what kind of ship do you think this is to be wandering around half dressed with a glass in hand?"&nbsp; He raises one eyebrow, but then winks it. "No wonder no one would pay your ransom. Next time you bring one for your captain as well, or your backside will suffer the consequences."<br><br>He pauses and scratches his chin, and mutters, "Ah, wait - I forget whether that's more likely to encourage than discourage Red. So hard to tell with this crew."<br><br>Speaking up again, "Next time you bring one for your captain as well, or your backside <em>won't</em> suffer the consequences." He eyes her carefully to see which threat elicits the most reaction.<br><br>"Oh, and someone was asking about the position of first officer. Greytrail, is it? Well then Grey, my lad, before you ask step into that role let me ask you this: do you know what happened to the previous first officer?"<br><br>[Aside: "Grey, Red! What is this - a pirate ship or a paint shop?"]<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"There was a previous first? I just saw an empty hole and had to fill it. I'm a contentious lad that way." **insert wolfish grin here** "Oh, and sorry, sir, I don't know paint shop. That program is way beyond my capabilities. As for Red and me, we must just be characters of color."<br><br>Why yes, I do crack myself up!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 23:15:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe thinks a moment.<br><br>"We need a ship Disciplinarian. Someone to wear sexy black leather, carry a whip and some ropes, in order to discipline unruly members of the crew."<br><br>The thought is not unpleasant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 02:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red was about to start flirting shamelessly with Blythe but is interrupted by the Voice of the Captain. <br><br>"Eeep!" Red eeped in alarm as she was chastised for her slackerness. Her look of hopefulness when Geil mentioned taking it out on her backside made it clear which end of the spectrum she was on when it came to motivation. The threat of never taking it out on her backside made her pale with fear. "Yes sir Captain sir!" She responded, saluting horribly. "Have this one sir captain sir!" She handed Geil the drink she was making for herself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7872806#msg7872806">Quote from: Blythe on 12-03-2013, 23:15:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We need a ship Disciplinarian. Someone to wear sexy black leather, carry a whip and some ropes, in order to discipline unruly members of the crew."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Red was practically drooling. "Oh and they should give a demonstration. Privately." She said practically throwing herself in as a volunteer. "So um, that they get the respect they deserve." She nodded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 03:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Navigator grins at Red and says, "Well, until we get a disciplinarian, perhaps I could do. Meet me in my quarters in a little while, if you're interested." He blows her a kiss and winks roguishly. He swaggers away, confident at last, and ready to pillage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 04:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7873908#msg7873908">Quote from: Blythe on 13-03-2013, 03:01:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Navigator grins at Red and says, "Well, until we get a disciplinarian, perhaps I could do. Meet me in my quarters in a little while, if you're interested." He blows her a kiss and winks roguishly. He swaggers away, confident at last, and ready to pillage.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Hey, bro, save me some sloppy seconds!" Grey yells and cackles like a madman as he finishes scaring the last few baby tapirs into his pouches to be returned to that pen next to the TARDIS.<br><br>"Wonder if the two events are related? Nah..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 04:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe laughs and says, "I'll save what I like when I like. Maybe you should ask Red if she wants seconds or not. And if not, I'll have to discipline you, too, Greytrail. Don't think you're immune to the sweet smacking of a paddle, you wolf."<br><br>Blythe's eyes twinkle in wicked amusement. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 10:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7874590#msg7874590">Quote from: Blythe on 13-03-2013, 04:43:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blythe laughs and says, "I'll save what I like when I like. Maybe you should ask Red if she wants seconds or not. And if not, I'll have to discipline you, too, Greytrail. Don't think you're immune to the sweet smacking of a paddle, you wolf."<br><br>Blythe's eyes twinkle in wicked amusement.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Cheeky man, I'm bigger and meaner than you! And I'm armed with small, cute, furry things! So, just look out!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow879</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 11:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow's head and shoulders emerges from a hatch in the floor leading to the cannon control turret below, electrical grease on her hands and arms and a pair of wire crimpers in one hand and a tapir in the other, and a pair of goggles perched on her head. She stands only 5 foot 1, and a mere 105 lbs. Her hair was so dark brown that it seemed to be black, and her eyes an icy blue. She was wearing coveralls for the moment, a rare moment where she actually worked (We couldn't have our precious source of excitement (BOOM!) not working, now can we?).<br><br>"HEY! What's with the tapirs? They're chewing up the wires for the controls!" she angrily spewed as she tossed the tapir onto the floor. "This'll take me a half a day to fix!" <br><br>"I hate working..." she mutters.<br><br>She collected herself and took a breath, surveying the deck, and couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at crewmembers running this way and that chasing after tapirs, and was that talk of a paddle she heard? Watching the captain try to be stern with the rest of the crew was somewhat comical as well, and she had little respect for authority to begin with.<br><br>"Heh, Cap'n, I don't believe you'll get too far in that regard," she quipped as she rested her head on her hand, propping herself up with her elbow.<br><br>(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll106/release879/1361968529392_zpsf97bdb7b.jpg)<br><em>Shadow in her usual state, being lazy and doing exactly what she was NOT supposed to do.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 11:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mornin' Shadow. There's enough here as wants the discipline to make up for those who don't!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7872806#msg7872806">Quote from: Blythe on 12-03-2013, 23:15:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We need a ship Disciplinarian. Someone to wear sexy black leather, carry a whip and some ropes, in order to discipline unruly members of the crew."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Mmmm - Back in my RN days that was the bosun's responsibility. The higher up officers didn't like to get their hands dirty, so to speak. One of the many aspects of that life I didn't agree with." The captain looks at his hands, flexes them pensively whilst imagining 'getting them dirty' and then <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">&lt;CRACK&gt;</span> claps them sharply together, once.<br><br>"Ah, Red. Excellent." He takes the offered drink with one hand and with the other gives her a swift slap on the rump in thanks as she turns.<br><br>"But yes, although one is obviously perfectly capable of meting out discipline", the captain rubs his fingernails on his waistcoat in pride as he speaks, "it might be useful to have a dedicated officer to whom to delegate the task when I'm not in the mood."<br><br>"<strong>However</strong>," speaking up to gain attention, "what we really need at the moment is a plan. Having appeared by chance in central London, we are in a certain amount of danger - attacking the shipping so close to a naval base would be suicide. At the same time, though, it presents unrivalled opportunities, as the potential targets for looting are numerous and well stocked. The mansions of the rich and famous; banks - brimming with cash, but probably too well guarded even here at the centre of civilisation; maybe a softer target like an art gallery, or museum. Mmmm - a haul of objets d'art that we could sell on to private collectors."<br><br>"Discuss it amongst yourselves for a while - see if you can come up with a vaguely half-baked plan."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow879</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 12:10:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She secretly reveled in the idea of being "disciplined," although she'd never let the rest of the crew see it. She maintained too much of a rebel attitude for that.<br><br>Shadow giggles profusely at the words "half-baked."<br><br>"Do I get to blow the doors off of something? Explosives are fun!" She bounced in anticipation, her little B-cup breasts shaking.<br><br>She clambered out of the hatch and shut it behind her, dropping her wire crimpers down in there so she'd find them again.<br><br>She unbuttoned the top half of her coveralls and tied them around her waist, leaving the bottom half baggy, and showing the t-shirt she was wearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 19:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amused and frustrated with his small, furry charges slipping away at every turn (really, WHY did it have to be tapirs? He really was going to start eating the little beasts! Without ketchup this time!) he swatted the newcomer, Shadow he thought he'd heard, and nosed about for the tapir that had been in her hands moments ago. He did like a woman with competent hands!<br><br>"My vote is to drop our squealing payload, and no I don't mean whoever Blythe has cornered, onto a target and watch the fun. We've got to round them up anyway, why not put them to work? Hey Red? Can your TARDIS do that? Hmmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 18:42:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between Blythe, Greytrail and Geil, Red found herself quite distracted as she clutched her robe around herself tightly, eyes trailing between the three dashing pirates. She was about to respond to previous comments but Greytrail's latest question caught her off guard. "My TARIDS? Grey I barely even know what that's a reference to! All i know is that we are now in London and there is a lot <em>pillaging</em> to be done so I am going to go put on my pillaging outfit and then we are going shopping but not paying for anything!" Red beamed happily. <br><br>As she left she whirled around. "And nobody even think of going pillaging without me!" She said quickly, recalling several times when various pirates had done exactly that.&nbsp; Ah pirates, so charming and sexy but you really can't turn your back on them. Well, you can you just have to live with the consequences. That thought had Red smiling as she reached her small little room and changed into her pirate gear.<br><br>As she returned Red thought back to the captain's words. "Oh oh I call mansions of the rich and famous!" She grinned at the thought of all the expensive clothes and booze she was going to loot. "Who wants to come with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 08:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small implosion can be heard and from where the sound came a tall, lean male with thigh long, straight, white hair wanders as if appearing out of nowhere is normal to him. Pulling one glove at a time to get them back in order, he tilts his head and lets amber eyes go around slowly before landing on the captain of the vessel. All dressed in whites this man doesn't even remotely looks like a pirate, but more so a Lord misplaced. The glint of mischief in his eyes, however, tells another story. As his chosen weapon, which would be magic - the whip on his hip more for pleasure than anything else.<br><br>"I have the distinct idea tomes of ancient knowledge can be found in London," he states and thus picks to come with. Behind him, not a step away, a small cloud of purple forms and implodes seemingly at random, small sparkles dusting the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 11:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7882881#msg7882881">Quote from: RedPhoenix on 14-03-2013, 18:42:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As she returned Red thought back to the captain's words. "Oh oh I call mansions of the rich and famous!" She grinned at the thought of all the expensive clothes and booze she was going to loot. "Who wants to come with me?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Hey, booze is good with me. Don't need the clothes. Chafes the fur you know. Hmmm... if you don't know who runs that crazy interstellar, or is it inter-dimensional, thingie, then who does?" He rubs his chin and looks as thoughtful as a werewolf can. "Guess it's true that you become an officer and lose all sense." Then his eyes cut sideways to Geil and he smiles sheepishly. "Present company excluded, of course, Captain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 23:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe grins roguishly, his pearly white teeth flashing in the light, and he says enthusiastically, "I'll hit an art museum. I'm all for objets d'art. I might not even sell all of them. I love to feel cultured, and my cabin could use something to spice it up if Red isn't in it or Saerrael." Speaking of which...<br><br>...he notices Saerrael and says, "Glad you could join us. If I see a tome, I'll save it for you, so long as you save me a portrait or two if you find them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ephiral</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 00:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ephiral suddenly stands straighter, seemingly clearheaded and focused. Even her uniform... well, mismatched uniform bits... seem to hang straighter and more crisply. "Booze, you say...? I'll assemble the troops. We drop in 30." She spins on one heel and heads below decks, shouting orders as she moves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow879</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 00:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Meep!" Shadow meeps as she is unexpectedly mauled by a were-wolf paw. She smiled from one corner of her mouth, pulled a rubber band, stolen from Blythe's quarters, from her pocket and shot Grey with it, and stuck her tongue out at him if he turned to look.<br><br>She listened intently to all the various ideas, and found herself feeling discouraged as they all seemed to involve finesse.<br><br>"But I wanna blow something up!" She whined, loudly, bouncing as she did. She resigned herself to most likely NOT getting to use her toys today.<br><br>"Booze is good, count me in, I've been aching for a good ale and scotch." She cupped her hand around her mouthed and shouted to Geeklet in the engine room, "Geek! Want some booze?"<br><br>She notices Saerrael appear in the corner and waves happily, and then rolls her eyes at Grey's "lose all sense" comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Geil twitches <em>almost</em> imperceptibly as the magic (ab)user appears. "Mornin' Saerrael." He nods in his direction. If there's one thing that has a chance of making him nervous, it is the arcane arts. He's not yet sure whether the best defence against such magics is more magic, or Very Big Guns. He's trying both for good measure, so he has Saerrael on board - or maybe it's something to do with his alluring grace, or the sensually smooth, straight, white, hair - <em>God! The hair - mustn't drool. Captains don't drool. Think about the guns instead.</em><br><br>"Shadow - don't you worry yourself about not using the guns. What ever we decide to loot, the authorities here will eventually notice us and send something over to try to blow us out of the sky." He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "At that point there will <em>definitely</em> be plenty for you to shoot at whilst we make our escape. In the mean time, maybe you should join the museum expedition in case there's any safes or strong rooms that need blowing open. Mmm - this <em>is</em> England, so try hitting the museum at just after four p.m. and start by sealing off the café as most of the staff will have gone there for tea."<br><br>"Attacking a mansion should be easier. Some of the really big ones we might be able to bring the ship down in the back garden and hover close enough to perform a boarding action through one of the bedroom window balconies. It's not hard to spot the super-rich ones from above just by size, and they'll all have plenty of alcohol and tea to acquire, but," he looks over to Saerrael, "can you somehow tell whether they have any of the books you're after?"<br><br>A sideways glance at Greytrail's slur. He mutters to himself, increasingly loudly whilst pacing: "Officers ... No sense ... Officers ... No sense ..." and then is suddenly very close by. "You know, Mister Ravenswolf, I'm not sure whether you're right or not. Maybe we should perform a little experiment? I'll knock you senseless with this belaying pin and we'll see if you're an officer or not when you wake up. Or shall we just get on with the looting? What do you think?" His tone is more of a neutral, inquisitive affair than an accusative one, but the large wooden pin that the captain is repeatedly slapping into the palm of one his hands is definitely very real.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:31:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7890217#msg7890217">Quote from: Blythe on 15-03-2013, 23:53:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...he notices Saerrael and says, "Glad you could join us. If I see a tome, I'll save it for you, so long as you save me a portrait or two if you find them."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A slow nod is given back at the man's words. "Certainly," he says quietly before turning his attention back to the captain.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7891129#msg7891129">Quote from: Geil on 16-03-2013, 02:19:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Attacking a mansion should be easier. Some of the really big ones we might be able to bring the ship down in the back garden and hover close enough to perform a boarding action through one of the bedroom window balconies. It's not hard to spot the super-rich ones from above just by size, and they'll all have plenty of alcohol and tea to acquire, but," he looks over to Saerrael, "can you somehow tell whether they have any of the books you're after?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A smirk and a new purple cloud that this time decides to linger and draw a lazy circle around the man in white. "Some, not all, have a certain aura to them. But most will be concealed," he answers, slight tug on his shoulder that is almost a shrug. "Either the more expensive mansions or the more educated museums would hold what I'd like to fish. Though my bet would be the mansions. Most musea wouldn't know magic if it slapped them in the face and stole their husbands from them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 07:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7891129#msg7891129">Quote from: Geil on 16-03-2013, 02:19:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A sideways glance at Greytrail's slur. He mutters to himself, increasingly loudly whilst pacing: "Officers ... No sense ... Officers ... No sense ..." and then is suddenly very close by. "You know, Mister Ravenswolf, I'm not sure whether you're right or not. Maybe we should perform a little experiment? I'll knock you senseless with this belaying pin and we'll see if you're an officer or not when you wake up. Or shall we just get on with the looting? What do you think?" His tone is more of a neutral, inquisitive affair than an accusative one, but the large wooden pin that the captain is repeatedly slapping into the palm of one his hands is definitely very real.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Goodnaturedly, Grey shrugs and holds out his knuckles. "As you see fit, Captain. Rap my wolfie knuckles and then I shall go carry out your orders. Oh and help blow stuff up. Can't forget that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 10:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe salutes and says, "Mansion it is, Captain! Would you like me to plot a route in and a good escape route out? We have enough gizmos on here to let me do a quick survey of the area to determine the best approach so we can get the most loot in the fastest way. And I'm all for hitting the booze too, sir."<br><br>He pulls out a small clockwork computer the size of an orange out of a bag he tends to keep with him, an analog computer made of clockwork so small that it looks like metal mesh. Blythe says, "This little baby has only one function--mapping. It's specific as hell but very precise. But it does a fine job within it's parameters." He uses his free to input a little information into the gizmo, and he says, "Oh, I call it the NaviGear. Patent pending."<br><br>He inputs the info and says, "Let's see...."<br><br>After a moment, he says, "Here we go. A fine mansion in the West End, one of the <em>nouveau-riche</em>. We can be in and out within 25 minutes. Rappel down and bust through a window in the attic, take the left staircase down into the third floor.&nbsp; There's two rooms that have safes on that floor, and a library before that. Liquor cabinet is on the first floor, and there's a magnificent wine cellar, too. Could be in and out, no problem, but we have to be back on the roof within twenty minutes. They might respond faster than that, but we have enough firepower to hold it off, right?" He looks nervously at Captain Geil.<br><br>He adds, "Hope you approve of my idea, Captain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 13:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grey claps Blythe on the back and pumps his fists in the air.<br><br>"Whoo hoo! I'll shall go empty my Bags of Holding of cuteness and be ready when the call of duty goes up! Well, maybe not all of the cuteness." He rummages about the sack and comes up with a surrealistically adorable tapir calf, showing the rest of the crewmembers the beast. Everyone has to fight the urge to stop everything they are doing and 'awwww'. Satisfied, he holsters the tapir and nods to Geil. "By your leave, sir?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 15:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing hir name, shi stuck hir head out from the engine room, calling out towards Shadow.<strong> "Naw, I think I may be the only one on this boat that doesn't drink. But I could use a pretty dress, though. Something not all covered in grease and muck! Then again, I could also use a reason to wear it..."</strong> Geeklet was now rambling off, muttering bits of nonesense to hirself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 02:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A reason to wear a freshly looted pretty dress? That's what the after-looting-and-getting-away-with-it parties are for. Just gotta do the looting first."<br><br>He looks round. "So, we've got a goal and a target selected, a course plotted; the deck's clear of tapirs; there's crew itching to go and blow things up and if all that weren't omens enough for the times to come..." He paused for effect gesturing slowly around until his outstretched hand stopped, pointing at one person in particular. "... Red has got dressed!"<br><br>He looked thoughtful, scratched his head and called out to the sky, "Ahoy whoever's switched my crew with Martian dopplegangers, I'm on to you. The way they're acting all competent is a dead give-away." Then&nbsp; he burst out laughing for a moment before clapping his hands loudly and shouting, "<strong>Well come on then.&nbsp; Jump to it. Let's get this ship moving</strong>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 10:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe realizes, as the navigator, that if Captain Geil is not actually piloting the ship, he is supposed to, as the only other person that knows where they're going and how to get there using the ship controls...and if the captain himself is going to loot, he might not want to pilot this time. Blythe hurries to the main wheel and adjusts the main lever to "Full Steam Ahead," which makes a lot of work for Geeklet down in the engine room, and he sets the Liegeboat on its course to loot an expensive mansion.<br><br>The ship glides down, clockwork clicking and steam hissing, to a point where the pirates can easily drop down a few feet into the attic of the house through a window. The sounds of people's shock and alarm can already be heard!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 11:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With bared teeth, Grey goes through the window and crouches to let his sense of smell do the talking. <br><br>"A bar, the sweet smell of gold and cash and shiny things, oh, and something pretty for the shes and shis aboard the ship. A good XO is smart to keep his bread buttered! Off to treasure!"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 03:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red gasps and puts her hands on her hips and is about to angrily say that she's gotten dressed before but then realizes the last time was about a month ago and that the captain has already spanked her once today and the punishments tend to escalate and she reallllly doesn't want to miss the chance to plunder the mansion of the rich and magical! So she shuts her mouth and sways her hips as she waits for the orders to move out.<br><br>"I call the computer guided torpedo ship!!!!" She squealed happily and sprinted for the softly padded, chrome silver, high tech dropship that was by far the most comfortable way to descend from the airship to the target on board. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 11:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can ride on my torpedo any time Red&nbsp; :P" <br><br>The captain blows her a kiss as he leaps athletically over the side and abseils down a rope, through the window, landing in a fighting crouch, quickly decides no threats are present and follows Greytrail, trusting him to sniff out the good stuff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 14:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg7921178#msg7921178">Quote from: Geil on 21-03-2013, 11:19:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You can ride on my torpedo any time Red&nbsp; :P" <br><br>The captain blows her a kiss as he leaps athletically over the side and abseils down a rope, through the window, landing in a fighting crouch, quickly decides no threats are present and follows Greytrail, trusting him to sniff out the good stuff.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Gray as his name, Grey skulks the shadows, bludgeoning one guard and trussing him up like a Christmas turkey-- adding a red bow just to amuse Blythe and the others-- and net-gunning a second. But there are a pair of them at the doorway of what looks to be a set of double doors of some importance. Always a good sign!<br><br>"Hmmm," he muses in the shadows, rummaging a big, clawed hand into his bottomless bag for ideas. "What do think captain? I could leap out horror movie style for shock value. Or..." A pause for dramatic value and his voice drops with dread. "I could bring out the bunnies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 09:36:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe laughs from the ship's controls when he sees the red bow--Greytrail always takes things too far, but at least when he does, it's hilarious. He laughs so hard that his hand slips on the controls, and the airship gently bonks the house being looted, crumbling a little section of roof. Blythe mutters, "Sorry, sorry." he straightens it up, but roof tiles fall, smacking the ship unpleasantly, and he adjusts the wheel to fix that, too, struggling to keep this crazy thing straight.<br><br>He yells out the nearest window, "Find me something fun, Greytrail! Or even a hot guy or chick! Little boobs or big balls, either way! And hurry up, we don't have a lot of time! Focus on loot!"<br><br>Unfortunately, the roar of the engine overpowers most of Blythe's voice, so all the dashing fellow pirates hear from the navigator is, "Little boobs! Hurry up!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doncamiel</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 04:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Don stalks behind the double doors, arms folded across the slim chest, double blades at the hips, and a dangerous gleam to uncovered eye. The Don is a peculiar little androgynous...person. Loose black hair, just long enough to be pulled into a pony-tail, small and slim. And that's before you count the wolf-tail sticking out from the boxers, and the overly-large black-feathered wings on eir back. <br><br>Ey rocks back onto eir heels, one hand on the hilt of a sword. Of course, the Don would back emself into a corner...not sure <em>why</em> running to the dining room seemed like such a good idea...or why the back door out of the dining room was bricked shut. Okay, well that one the Don <em>did</em> know. It had to do with a very drunken night and a "special" friend...<br><br>Then the house rattles, and Don cringes, squinting up at the roof.<br><br>"Oi! Stop blowing holes in me-...well okay, in me house!" Shouts up at the rough, then mutters, "Though I <em>did</em> want that skylight..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 04:48:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167786.msg8009151#msg8009151">Quote from: Doncamiel on 06-04-2013, 04:14:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Don stalks behind the double doors, arms folded across the slim chest, double blades at the hips, and a dangerous gleam to uncovered eye. The Don is a peculiar little androgynous...person. Loose black hair, just long enough to be pulled into a pony-tail, small and slim. And that's before you count the wolf-tail sticking out from the boxers, and the overly-large black-feathered wings on eir back. <br><br>Ey rocks back onto eir heels, one hand on the hilt of a sword. Of course, the Don would back emself into a corner...not sure <em>why</em> running to the dining room seemed like such a good idea...or why the back door out of the dining room was bricked shut. Okay, well that one the Don <em>did</em> know. It had to do with a very drunken night and a "special" friend...<br><br>Then the house rattles, and Don cringes, squinting up at the roof.<br><br>"Oi! Stop blowing holes in me-...well okay, in me house!" Shouts up at the rough, then mutters, "Though I <em>did</em> want that skylight..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Well, well, what have we here!" Grey boomed as he ducked into the room, teeth bared in a wolfish grin. "Aren't you a pretty little exotic thing! Guarding the house are we? Well, come on then."<br><br>Now, Grey was aware that small and fast could overpower his sheer mass and was smart enough not underestimate the stranger.<br><br>But he had charisma, a big sword and a pocket full of cute. What could go wrong?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 08:39:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red paused to smile shyly at Geil's double entendre then quickly hopped into the torpedo and set it to crash into the house they were raiding. Ancient wood and fine marble shattered as it plunged straight into what appeared to be a fancy ballroom, currently abandoned.<br><br>Red hopped out of the torpedo and her jaw dropped as she saw a bountiful wardrobe. It was filled with the loveliest clothes, all fit for a masquerade ball. Wiping the drool from her chin she tried to push it, only to find it was way, way too heavy to move. "Dammit." She muttered "I'll have to get help, which means I'll have to share." She swore again before cupping her hands and shouting out. <br><br>"HEY YOU LAZY LAND LUBBERS COME HELP ME WITH THIS!!! I FOUND THE UM..." She paused trying to think of a way to make this sound really appealing but not flat out lie about it. "...MOST EXPENSIVE THINGS HERE!" She shrugged, sure that wasn't quite the case but she didn't know it was false. Meanwhile she started to take some of the lovelier items for herself to stash in the torpedo. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 14:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as the words left Red’s lips, the air pressure in the room changed, causing mild annoyance and popped ears to all. In such a lovely house, light poured in from the grand windows and shone from lamps - but there was inexplicably a deep shadow that might not have been there before. <br><br>And this shadow have a wide, toothy grin.<br><br>In a voice like the depths of eternity, a tone as hollow and hungry as time, came the words “<span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Dost thou speak of eorlgestreon-</span></span>” The word tangled together, caught in the things throat and came out all at once in the form of a hacking cough. The shadow curled over onto itself, gasping for breath. “-fucking cats!” The voice sounded the same but somehow lesser. Simply human. The darkness straightened - and it was a man, narrow in build and with a mess of dark curls for hair and a lopsided smirk that he shot at Red. “So, er. You said something about loot?” <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>(translators note - eorlgestreon is old english of loot)</em></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 23:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red shrieked as she saw the shadows forming. "SHADOW MONSTER!" She screamed. "SHADOW MON-" She stopped fumbling with her sword as Dim stepped out of it. "Oh goddammit!" She swore, arms akimbo as she glared furiously at her slender, sexy, smirking, shipmate. "Why would you do that? You know I haven't gotten over being sucked into the Realm of Neverending Shadow by that ... whatever it was that nearly killed us all last week! And don't give me that crap about hallucinogens, I know what I saw." She paused and grumbled.<br><br>"Oh fine, fine, yes I have your earlestrogen all right here." She motioned towards the wardrobe. "Actually...you know this suit would look really great on you..." She held up a rather severely cut dark gray military uniform, complete with faux medals and distinctions. "Mmmm yes I could see you as a general, definitely." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geil</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 14:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The captain had been following Greytrail, but got distracted by a line of old masters hanging on the wall and had take a little time to prise two particularly nice ones out of their frames, roll them up and push them firmly through his sash. He was just heading out onto the upstairs main corridor when he heard Red's cries of 'shadow monster' from the ballroom downstairs.<br><br>Geil immediately runs to the top of the stairs and leaps astride the bannister to slide down to her rescue. About half way down he notices the ornate marble sphere atop the end of the run threatening to rather painfully prevent his participation in any adult themed portion of the story that may crop up later. He quick-draws his pistols and shoots once, twice. The first hit crazes the stone and the second shatters it and he slides safely through a cloud of dust into a forward roll across the hall floor, lamenting the fact that there was no one there to see the manoeuvre, coming upright and bursting through the ballroom doors.<br><br>"<strong>Never fear, Red; Captain's here</strong>." Still brandishing two pistols that he hopes whatever the threat is won't notice have already been fired (repeaters are for wusses.) But he finds Red measuring Dim up for a suit. "Oh, er, What?"<br><br>"<em>Estrogen?</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 07:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe, busy piloting the ship, manages to watch all of this from afar with a looking glass, and he starts to get nervous as a response is mustered up against their wonderful pirate ship. So much loot, so little time! He decides to give anyone trying to hit the ship a run for their money, causing anyone on board to probably sway, stumble, or fall over, as he rocks the ship to and fro, the occasional shot fired at the ship missing. The navigator crows in delight and calls off to any available crew member, "Hey, can anyone fire off some canons or something at the guards? They're getting kind of rowdy down there!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 10:41:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Sorry darling, my morning voice is <em>dreadful</em> - didn’t mean to spook you,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You are very cute when you flail about, though.” He chuckled softly, his grin flashing a set of unusually pointy teeth. “Oh, what a stash you found!” He shrugged the tatty jacket he wore off and exchanged it for the decorated general’s jacket, tugging it into place. “Perfect!” <br><br>The appearance of&nbsp; Captain Geil, pistols cocks, made Dim Hon stare for a moment, then point at the rows of fake medals. “I out-rank you!” he crowed. “Yes! Finally! Looting has paid off, at last!” Movement caught his eye, the sight of the air ship above listing too-and-fro very strange indeed. “Is your boat meant to be doing that?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sparkles</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 23:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From somewhere towards the rear of the ship there was a quite distinct "thud!" followed immediately by a yelp of pain.&nbsp; It was the exact sound that a catboy landing on his head makes.&nbsp; <br><br>And indeed there was now a catboy, a skinny lad of around sixteen, humanoid but feline, with black and white spotted fur, sitting on the deck, attempting to look nonchalant.&nbsp; He licked a paw-like hand and washed his whiskers for a moment, with that air of "I meant to do that" common to clumsy cats everywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>His "dignity" properly preserved for the time being, he got up and set out to have a look around the ship, displaying that other fine characteristic of felines the universe over: a curiosity that was likely to land him in some kind of trouble sooner or later.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 02:37:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"GAH!" Red suddenly started.<br><br>"Hey...wait a minute. I know that feeling. We were locked in stasis again!" She glared at Dim. "Did you trap me in a time warp again?" The look on her face suggested it wouldn't matter much what Dim said, Red had already concluded shi had. "I told you not to do that! I am so half tempted to take that hat back." She reached for the snazzy hat Dim was wearing then stopped. "Ahhh but it looks so good on you..." She stopped. <br><br>"Oh well, help me get this wardrobe into the rocket tube and I'll forgive you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Kathinja</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 10:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From within a deep, though easily accessible part of the ship was a rather differently arranged room that did not match the rest of the vessel in the least. The floors had white tiles met with light-pink wall paint coming to conclusion with a pink ceiling. There were various cabinets. cupboards, shelves, drawers and so on resembling a modern physician's office. Adorning these fixtures of storage were various drugs, graduates, syringes, balances, mortar and pestle sets, jars with various fluids within them as well as other tools, utensils and sanitation equipment one might expect to see in a hospital office. Everything was properly secured to prevent anything from sliding, flipping or falling and was all locked up tightly besides.In this office were also some beds with privacy curtains and intravenous drip drip stands along with various monitoring equipment. The sheets on the bed were freshly cleaned and had floral designs that went well with the pink room.<br><br>Occupying the room currently was what apparently passed as the physician here, a tall woman with an incredibly endowed figure and an outfit that wouldn't be regulation in any hospital due largely in part to the almost revealing lower part. Her name-tag read, "Hello, please call me: Miss Kathinja."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=1884090</div></div><br>This room led to another room that bore similar design, but was far more domestic in decoration as it was this medical personnel's living space. There was a large comfortable bed, various documentations and a large monstrosity of a mechanical device that utilized various tubes and pneumatic chambers. Next to this machine were several crates containing large volume bottles, all empty at the moment. At a glance, one could expect one bottle to contain 10 liters. <br><br>The woman currently in the business part of the office hummed to herself happily as she tidied up the already meticulously clean room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sparkles</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 07:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The catboy scurried through the ship, peering into this room and that, looking for anything interesting, shiny, or chaseable.&nbsp; So far he hadn't seen any sign of mice or rats, but that would be good fun if he could find one!&nbsp; Or maybe food?&nbsp; Food would be good.&nbsp; Or somewhere to curl up and take a nap.&nbsp; Or someone to scratch behind his ears.&nbsp; Yes, any of those would be good.<br><br>He stuck his nose into the infirmary, looking around at the white-and-pink color scheme.&nbsp; His nose twitched, smelling the disinfectant scent of the bright, clean room.&nbsp; It was... familiar.&nbsp; How did he know that scent?&nbsp; His eyes went to the person moving around the room.&nbsp; His eyes went to her well-endowed chest, and the name tag there for a moment, distracted from noticing what she was wearing.&nbsp; Then it dawned on him.&nbsp; It was a nurse's uniform.&nbsp; He's seen one like that before! (Although perhaps not quite that short...)&nbsp; And he <em>had </em>smelled that smell before!<br><br>"Oh no!&nbsp; The Vet!" he wailed, freezing in place in terror, his fur suddenly standing on end, his tail bushed out.&nbsp; Terrible things happened to cats at the vet! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Kathinja</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 10:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This outburst drew the attention of the 'nurse' who quickly looked over her shoulder, her eyes settling on what was decidedly not a human. "Err... are you lost... or something? This isn't a place for animals, this is a place for the sick or hurt. Meanwhile I don't even know what you are so I wouldn't begin to know how to diagnose if you were." The woman's red-iris eyes blinked twice before she attempted to return to her work. "If you're feeling poorly, I can administer some treatments that work on humans, but I don't know a thing about treating animals, so it would be at your own risk. If you don't feel confident in having medicine administered to you with that caveat, then you should probably seek another facility." And with that she focused entirely on her tasks at hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 10:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blythe blinks for a moment as he lingers at the wheel of the beautiful metallic airship. He has a distinctly funny feeling--as if he's been away from the proud and noble Liege vessel for some time and is only now returning. <br><br>But that is ridiculous, because the stocky dark-haired man knows he is piloting right now--if he'd been gone, the ship would have collapsed. He puts it down to one of those pesky time warps that sometimes happens. Strange things happened to the Liegeboat all the time--this is no weirder than the Flying Baby Tapir incident (they were still struggling to get rid of some of the fluffier tapirs even now!).<br><br>He calls out to anyone within hearing from the wheel of the ship, looking at all the dials and knobs, operating everything around it smoothly as soft bouts of steam puffed nearby from pipes that led to the boiler room, "Hello! Are we still raiding? If we're not, can we collect our pirate brethren and sail out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sparkles</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 11:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The catboy's wide eyes were glazed over with incomprehension, and the words that Nurse Kathinja were saying didn't register at all.&nbsp; He broke from his immobile state, turned and fled, with an incoherent, wailing trail of "Notthevetnodontwannahorriblevetnonononoooooooooooooooooo!" trailing behind him as he ran through the ship. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Kathinja</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 16:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The screaming once more demanded the woman's attentions, though she was glad to find the strange crazy gone. She calmly stepped over to the door, shut it and hung a sign that read, "If you need help, press the buzzer ~~~~~&gt;" on the inside of the door's window. With a click, the door was locked. "I wonder if the captain knows there are insane animal people aboard. Hm. They'll figure it out eventually." And back to her tasks she went.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 15:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Out of tapirs and laden with treasure, Greytrail howled for the raiding party, the sound ringing through the house. "All aboard who's goin' aboard! We'd hate to overstay out welcome all!"<br><br>Once aboard the slightly drunkenly weaving decks, he 'whuff'ed in surprise as a smaller body plowed into him, Grey tilted his canine head at the catboy and grinned. "Well hello there, lad! This crew gets more and more interesting every time I visit!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Liegeboat [Main IC] </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sparkles</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 07:06:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebounding off of a sudden and unexpected obstacle in his path, the catboy did at least manage to land on his feet rather than tumble in a heap.&nbsp; Just barely.&nbsp; He looked at up Greytrail with wide blue eyes.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Hi there."&nbsp; His ears flicked with uncertainty, his tail still rather bushed out, and he asked, "You're not a vet too, are you?"
			</dd>
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