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

[dominateartimus]

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.

Comments

[needsnobottle]

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."

[volatileconstructs]

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."