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recommencelogs2014-10-26 05:56 pm
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Spooktacular Extravaganza: Let's Talk (About Me And You)
Multiple tentacles rise from the sea like cobras to a charmer, surrounding the Black Tide on all sides. The top deck is suicide.
WHAM. WHAM!
Each slaps into the hull with denting blows, again and again, until the monster decides to grip the ship with its whole self. A tentacle lashes and settles on the deck, calmed by -- a man? How did he get there? He pats the appendage for its services, and gives it a quick smooch. The tentacle rises and falls again as he steps away, slamming down onto the deck hard enough to crack into the flooring with the sheer power of its blunt force. Rain pours in, and the cacophony of the storm pollutes Deck 02. The hull screeches and vibrates with every hit, jostling the entire vessel as the monster slips inside each and every puncture it is able to make.
BOOM!
Elsewhere, an explosion is set off - Rowe’s cannons are now rendered out of order, a catastrophic chain reaction set off between them like a match thrown between fireworks. Rowe’s crew had better have a quick fix for this! The Black Tide needs a defense!
I wonder if any more explosions will go off?
BOOM!!!
Passengers are now free to leave the Pourhouse, now that a massive hole has been blown into the side of it. What are you waiting for? The best defense is a good offense, and the Black Tide needs defending. More chipmunks scamper in through the hole. Prepare yourself!
The man above deck seems unphased. His attention turns to the windows of the ship, and he steps over the tattered fake turf of the golf course from the prow with the intent of gaining entry. Talons the size of his arm unhook from the deck before him, every suction cup making a squelching 'pop' as it pulled away. He parts the monster's grip on the hull like the red sea - and each tentacle in turn comes down again behind him to do more damage, sink in harder, constrict tighter.
Behind dark sunglasses, he's got his eye on a prize, and he doesn't look terribly pleased.
WHAM. WHAM!
Each slaps into the hull with denting blows, again and again, until the monster decides to grip the ship with its whole self. A tentacle lashes and settles on the deck, calmed by -- a man? How did he get there? He pats the appendage for its services, and gives it a quick smooch. The tentacle rises and falls again as he steps away, slamming down onto the deck hard enough to crack into the flooring with the sheer power of its blunt force. Rain pours in, and the cacophony of the storm pollutes Deck 02. The hull screeches and vibrates with every hit, jostling the entire vessel as the monster slips inside each and every puncture it is able to make.
BOOM!
Elsewhere, an explosion is set off - Rowe’s cannons are now rendered out of order, a catastrophic chain reaction set off between them like a match thrown between fireworks. Rowe’s crew had better have a quick fix for this! The Black Tide needs a defense!
I wonder if any more explosions will go off?
BOOM!!!
Passengers are now free to leave the Pourhouse, now that a massive hole has been blown into the side of it. What are you waiting for? The best defense is a good offense, and the Black Tide needs defending. More chipmunks scamper in through the hole. Prepare yourself!
The man above deck seems unphased. His attention turns to the windows of the ship, and he steps over the tattered fake turf of the golf course from the prow with the intent of gaining entry. Talons the size of his arm unhook from the deck before him, every suction cup making a squelching 'pop' as it pulled away. He parts the monster's grip on the hull like the red sea - and each tentacle in turn comes down again behind him to do more damage, sink in harder, constrict tighter.
Behind dark sunglasses, he's got his eye on a prize, and he doesn't look terribly pleased.
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"No, I'm sinking your ship because of--!!"
Peuce.
Oh. This changes a few things. His demeanor changes to one that is more... reasonable.
"I think we should talk in private," Greene casts a glance over to Sam, then back to Rowe.
"Away from the cattle and the Beta-males."
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She stubbornly crosses her arms and glares at Sam. Don't you dare move, lickspittle.
"You are sinking my ship. Trying to carry off my passengers. I am not going anywhere with you. And if you touch me, you will lose that hand."
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"If you think I would abandon my captain and let her alone with you, you're sadly mistaken."
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Rowe warns him not to touch her, so naturally Greene grabs her by the arm and tries to lead her to another room. Onto the top deck, preferably, where she would be exposed to the elements with him... and the full wrath of the tentacles.
"You're coming with me--"
He ignores Sam completely.
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"Let me go!"
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"Darling!" snaps Penk, eyes falling on Greene's hands on Rowe. "Will you please keep your mind on the mission?"
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She is only inches away when she peers over Greene's shoulder to see Penk. She hated Penk almost as much as she hated Greene. But at least Penk was reasonable enough.
"Peuce is with the cargo," she says and finally wrenches her arm free from Greene's grasp. "Probably already on the bottom of the ocean floor."
The "and whose fault is that?" is implied.
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"My Darling," he coos, and he drops his current objective, along with Rowe's arm. Hunching, he trotted on over to this other woman, cowering to get out of trouble like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "Captain, Captain..."
Greene positions himself so that he is behind Penk, and he peeks out at Rowe from behind her, just over her shoulder.
"Oh, you're going to get it now..." he growls spitefully at Rowe.
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"Rowe, you dizzy idiot, if Peuce is harmed you know there is nothing stopping me--" and here Penk paused to look over her shoulder at Greene who gave her puppy eyes. Penk exhaled and looked back over at Rowe.
"Let's say you were so foolish you let him go to the sea floor. Let's say that happened. Why would we leave now? Now we have nothing to lose. So find him, Rowe, and find him now, before I lose my temper."
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...And stands there in complete silence as the two adults talk things out.
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Still, she takes Penk's point.
"Call off your beast. The cargo can be secured and with it, Peuce's safety. I promise you nothing if my ship sinks and my passengers drown. I've no reason to."
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She's furious, but Penk isn't stupid. She grinds her teeth. "Peuce..."
Peuce is clearly a priority.
Penk slaps the back of her hand against Greene's chest. "We're leaving."
She gives Rowe a hateful stare.
"But don't worry, we'll be back."
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"Yes, they are yours as much as my crew is Greene's."
Her smile only grows when Penk takes her refuse and starts to go.
She turns to Sam, a hand pressed delicately to his chest.
"Make sure they keep their word, pet. And when my ship is clear, get us out of here won't you? Preferably some place sunny. There's a mess to clean and we must get started, mustn't we?"
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"Aye, Captain. We'll be there in no time."
He already has a place in mind.
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...but only for now.
They still have unfinished business to discuss.