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[Open] All that to hide the fact that he's a rogue. Yes, he's a rogue! Don't be deceived!

Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.

But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.

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Tammy has resisted San's attempts to get her out of her (and his) room for a couple of weeks now, but the loneliness and the lack of sunshine had begun to get to her. Tammy has her limits--she's always been active, even if she has been solitary for the better part of her life. So when San had mentioned a game of mini golf, Tammy had swallowed her anxiety and told him she'd go.

(It was bound to happen eventually, and if she was going to be wandering around the ship, she'd like to have him nearby.)

Minigolf on a ship proves to be more of a challenge than she would have thought, and when her ball skitters across the green and misses the hole because of the swaying of the ship on the tide, she gives a huff.

"The ship is cheating."

As Tammy hits her golf ball, San was spinning his putter between his fingers as his eyes follow the colorful sphere down the course. He makes a sound when the ball just misses the hole.

"Or you're not used to playing golf on a ship." He states before indicating towards the hole. "If you're worried about loosing your spot, go ahead and putt again."

It wasn't the first time he's waited on others and probably won't be the last either. As long as he wasn't doing nothing for a year, he'd be content.

Tammy grumbles as she moves down to the end of the green, balancing on the brick border as she eyes the shot.

"It's not really a scenario I practiced for. I figured years of dancing would give me good balance but apparently it just takes one temperamental sea to throw me off. Eric would probably laugh if he could see me right now."

Thinking about Eric just reminds her of Zeke. Of home. Of all of the things she has no idea when she'll get back again. She frowns as she looks at the ball and gives it a tap, sending it toward the hole.

"Well, the sea isn't as rough as it was around Halloween." He informs. "Your friend would probably struggle with sea sickness, if he's not immune to it."

The fallen arch-angel pauses with spinning and starts to balance the red golf ball on his putter. Hopefully the ship would shift in Tammy's favor and let her move on with not that many strokes.

"True. And I think I'm...getting used to it. Sorta." Her seasickness wasn't as pronounced as it was when she'd first arrived, though her stomach still had the bad habit of pitching when the ship swayed too much. "As for Eric, I have no idea if he gets seasick or not. Far as I know he's never been on a boat either."

She only has to tap the ball one more time before it finally falls into the hole, sighing as she bends to pick it up.

"I could always heal you, if you want." There was a possibility that ability didn't work properly either. "Or I wish Antalyon could feel the same things as you."

Yes, he intentionally said that to rile up the Djinn and unable to do a damn thing about it.

"Do you really want him to be here?" He asks before noticing her sinking the ball in to the hole. "...Nice shot."

He moves in to position at the start and lowers the ball on to the green before taking a moment to line up his shot. Once he's sure that the boat's sway won't interfere, he hits the ball and watches it ricochet off the sides of the course before stopping right by the hole. Or at least until the ship tilts and the ball goes in.

He blinks in surprise before asking, "Does that count for one or two hits?"

"Wish NOT granted." Tammy's voice carries that odd inflection, the one that hints to San that it's not her, really her, forming the words. "We don't accept credit here. Especially not someone with your poor credit rating."

She wrinkles her nose after a minute, flexing her jaw.

"Eric? No. I don't really want anyone here, you and me included. But...I dunno. I worry if I don't think about them I'll somehow forget them."

She whistles as his ball falls in, then huffs and gives the deck a little kick. "So you get a hole in one and I get two over par. I think the ship is biased."

He rolls his eyes at the Djinn's comment. "Very funny, Anty. You only say that because you think I don't exist even though I'm standing right here in front of you. I know you want a bite of me."

With that, he winks. He knows he's infuriating the other being.

"...Of course. It sounds like you want to be home and working for Zeke again." Although he's partially torn on wanting to go back home and be at full power or stay on the ship. "I doubt that you will. Maybe I'll get you a journal so you can write things in."

He starts to move over to the hole and bends down to pick up the ball. "So, we're counting that as one stroke. Good to know. I'm wondering if you're letting me win intentionally."

He was teasing her as he walks over and nudges her with his elbow.

It is from the bowels of the ship that Mica emerges, grease and grime smeared across her face and neck, her too big tool belt slung across her hip. She sees San in the hallway as she makes her way to her next job. She hadn't seen him since the party and when she spies him, she smiles and winks.

"Staying out of trouble, I hope, Xander."

It was a pleasant surprise to hear from Mica and he returns the wink with one of his own as he moves to join her. He wasn't put off from the mechanical gunk that she was covered in, assuming that this was rather frequent for her.

"Of course I am." He answers, almost letting himself look insulted by the implication that he had been misbehaving. "What about you? Keeping busy with that tool kit of yours?"

He may have been implying something dirty with that.

Mica clicks her tongue, a disappointed sound. "That is too bad," she said, "It would seem I have underestimated you. Hm. Pity." And he looked like the fun sort too.

She smiles and adjusts the tool belt to keep it from slipping further down her hips.

"Perhaps," she says and laughs, "But I could use a hand." And as she walks, she bumps her hip against his.

"Really? What makes you say that?" You have his attention, Mica. "Did all that blood from our attackers turn you off?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of killing all those chipmunks again. That was fun. Although messing with the Nameless would probably result with another warning or punishment, but he had been admiring the 'mermaids' down on deck 7.

When she bumps him, he returns the nudge with a sway of his own hips as he asks, "With what?"

"Hardly, amor. You are certainly an adventurous sort. At least you seemed that way."

He'd killed a Nameless despite the warning to leave them be and had suffered the Captain's attention with a fair amount of grace she wouldn't have expected out of the cattle. She is impressed. Very impressed.

But he would never know it. "But I can't think that now, can I? If you are staying out of trouble."

She turns a corner and reaches for him by the hem of his shirt to pull him to her.

"Three guesses is how it goes usually, non?"

He waits for Mica's answer and looks a little hurt at the implication that he had lost his adventurous spirit. "I am, but I've had my hands full with looking after my sister. She was traumatized from the chipmunk attack and hasn't left her room since."

It wasn't a total lie. Tammy had been taking up a lot of his time with constantly bringing her food, giving several reassurances about the boat and making sure she falls asleep without issue each night. Granted, that last one wasn't unusual for him since he had been doing that for years before he got a vessel.

When she grabs his shirt and yanks him around the corner, he's flush right up against her. He couldn't help but chuckle and grin down at her.

"I take it one of them doesn't involve the 'cleaning of your pipes'? You obviously want me for something and judging from our current positions, you want sex."

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There is a pause in Mica's confident gait, a stutter in her swagger as she moved down the hall. San's words had awakened an ache in her heart that she'd thought long dead and forgotten. There were no more tears to cry. That life was long gone. But there were phantom pains that still lingered, for lives she wished desperately she could've saved.

She smiles at San, a genuine and pleased smile. "Good. Keep her close."

He had no way of knowing it, but that simple act had been nearly enough to endear him to Mica. She knew better than to get too close to the cattle. But...

Well there was no rule against fraternizing was there? She didn't think so.

Her smile slips into something a little more sly when he is flush against her. Her fingers bunch his shirt and tug him down until he is closer to her level.

"Very blunt, I like that. Your place or mine?"

"Oh, I will." He reassures her with a smile of his own.

The second tug of his shirt causes him to be more level with her and only a few inches away from her face. It was clear he was quite amused by the rough treatment and didn't seem to mind it.

"Hm... Where is 'your place', if I may ask?"

"That is one of my secrets, amor," she purrs and brushes a kiss along his jaw.

There were plenty of places off limits to the passengers, but she'd find a nook she could drag him into. She had plenty of those.

"But if you really want to see, then you meet me on deck six tonight, yes?"

"Why am I not surprised?" He asks with a chuckle, not minding the kiss along his jaw. "But, I promise to meet you on deck 6. Should I be anywhere in particular or stay by the elevators?"

Although he wouldn't be surprised if they slipped off to the adult section of the marketplace before hand.

She finally releases his shirt and pushes him back so they might go about their day.

"Mm. Go where you please. Don't worry, I'll find you."

It takes him a moment to regain his footing before adjusting his shirt with a smirk.

"All right then. See you tonight, Mica." Was his reply before giving her a wink and a wave of farewell as he turns to leave.

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