Zeppelin Quest I: A New Adventure!

[X] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.

Smells like an event to me, or well that might be just us :V
 
{Navigation: 1d100=90 +39(Air Sense) -20(Untrained) -20(Aether) -10(Uncharted) -10(Poor Tools) = 71/75. Failure.)
Also, it adds to 69, not to 71 unless there are some hidden factors.

What kind of roll requires 96+ to succeed, anyway? :mad:

[x] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.

Do airships normally have baths?
 
What kind of roll requires 96+ to succeed, anyway? :mad:

Do airships normally have baths?

To the first, a roll that's supposed to cue you in on what it would take for you to get proficient at Navigation as an Art.

To the second, yes and no. While there may not be a formal bath, the ship's limited existent hearing is generated via the condensors on the boiler system, and can be tapped for hot water much like a radiator, or it can be run into a white ballast tank to get a lot of tollerably warm water. The tub itself is usually two clean 55-gal fuel drums cut two-thirds of the way up and opened up some, then welded together and given wood stands. Its a treat, compared to a communal shower.
 
Are there storms in the aether?
Is it possible to see another ship in the aether?
Is the aether inhabited?
 
[X] More Responsibility Time- hunt down Donald and make sure all your cargo scuttles are assembled right, and you can clear anything that's in danger of going up double-quick.
 
Well you guys are killjoys. Not like social stuff could have major effects later, or maybe romance options?
After all, we're in the shipping business. :V

[X] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.
 
[X] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.
 
Goddamnit, those sneaky bastards got us drunk againso they could take advantage of us. That's it, from now on, I will assume that they are international spies and men of mystery. And the time we have given them will be for them to complete their mission. And it's not debt collectors we will be fleeing in the morning, but half the navy, as well as the secret police and some competing agencies.
Buckles will need to be swashed.
And our delivery of guns and ammo is probably what attracted them in the first place

[X] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.
[X]get waifu
 
[X] More Responsibility Time- hunt down Donald and make sure all your cargo scuttles are assembled right, and you can clear anything that's in danger of going up double-quick.
 
[X] More Responsibility Time- hunt down Donald and make sure all your cargo scuttles are assembled right, and you can clear anything that's in danger of going up double-quick.
 
[X] You were fairly certain the ship had a fairly spacious aft shower and baths for long haul trips. Might as well use them, get cleaned up.
 
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[X] More Responsibility Time- hunt down Donald and make sure all your cargo scuttles are assembled right, and you can clear anything that's in danger of going up double-quick.
 
so, will we be in danger of facing Don Carnage and his merry bunch of Airship Pirates?
i feel like abney park ought to get a mention now that we are mucking about with zeppelins

Yes and no. Right now, you're not in any danger of pirates- you're in danger of Uncharted Territory. That said, fully-capable Aether-rigged pirates are a thing, to an extent. The catch is, they're usually privateers, which means somebody told them "go forth and loot the skies" which can mean one of two things.

One, someone's out for you.

Two, you got too close to the Romanians.

Both of these are very dangerous prospects, especially because airship technology hasn't advanced to the point where millitary airships are too different from civilian ones. Both have (for the time) sophisticated damage control, both can have structural portions that can double as armor, and both can be roughly equivalently armed. For example, here's a Royal Navy Air Cruiser's stat block

10d8 Health
10d12 Lift

1x 25lb Howitzer, Fore Spinal (4d12 damage, Slow Firing)
1x 12lb QF gun, Aft Spinal (3d10 damage, Tracer Rounds)
4x Maxim Gun, Port Broadside (2d4 damage, Continuous Fire x4)
4x Maxim Gun, Starboard Broadside (2d4 damage, Continuous Fire x4)
2x 8lb gun, Dorsal Starboard Broadside (3d4+2 damage)
2x 8lbs gun, Dorsal Port Broadside (3d4+2 damage)

Bonuses
Master Gunner (+10 to one gun)
6-foot rangefinder (+5 to all Spinal and Dorsal mounts)
10-foot Ship's Quadrant (+5 to all shots made by single-shot weapons, +5 to all Precision shots made at long range)
Veteran Crews (+5 to all guns)
Internal Belt (DR 2 after Lift)
Subdivided Lift Cells (DR 2 to all Lift damage)

TL;DR it's one nasty motherfucker. That said, it's got pretty close to your health, and not much more lift than you- actually less than you, if you were running the ship clean! Mind, it could absolutely shred the shit out of you, but still- you're both comparable ships.
Adhoc vote count started by 7734 on Jun 20, 2017 at 4:21 PM, finished with 293 posts and 15 votes.
 
Not at All Relaxing
You were tired, rattled, and possessed of an aroma not at all pleasant to the nose. On the other hand, you'd certainly powered through worse with the aid of stiff coffee and a chill, bracing wind. But there was no reason for you to suffer in silence today. You'd checked up on the swaddled up bundle of cloth that possessed deep within itself, like a pearl hiding in the furthest recesses of a clam, your navigator. In your estimation you'd earned a few moments of relaxation, and you could hear the baths aft singing your name.

You ducked aft, weaving through the slender durluminum spiderweb that was Caroline's keel and trying not to think of the comparisons to lacy undergarments the gossamer buttresses brought to mind. You've heard… interesting things about the current state of French fashion, but you were certain there wasn't a lady there bound in quite as complex a rig as the orchestra of guy-wires and framers holding your lady Caroline in her streamlined girdle.

You chuckled to yourself as you walked, the last hazes of your alcohol-lubricated party last night putting an uneasy swaggering your gait. You Caroline purring under your shoes, her great mass gently swaying this way and that with every passing breeze and minor course correction. It wasn't much, really. Not violent at all, just the swaying of a curvy lady walking the town.

You hastily doffed your vestments at the door and… well, you'd intended to fold them up, but that was the kind of thing that could wait for later. As it was, you just sort of… wedged them into a cubby and ducked deeper into the hot, wet room. The baths were nestled right near the boilers in what used to just be trunking for steam pipes. Even at altitude it was pleasingly warm, and the air was thick with warm, sweet mist.

You walked absentmindedly to one of the stamped-metal tubs and sank down as far as your massive frame would allow. It felt good to sink into the water. So good you almost nodded off before you realized something.

You weren't the only one taking advantage of the excess supply of hot water Caroline's massive boilers provided. To your left, Lucia's fast asleep with her sinewy arms thrown up on the tub-sides. Her mouth hangs open in a most unladylike fashion, and there's a little river of drool trailing from the corner of her half-smiling mouth.

You tried not to stare, but… without the stiff leather and heavy padding of her flying gear, this is the first time you'd gotten a good look at her figure. It's most unladylike, but you already knew that. What you didn't know is just how divorced the poor girl's figure was from anything that could be considered womanly. Her body was all cut muscle, like it'd been carved out of particularly reticent granite by an impatient sculptor with dull chisels. Her chest was… not.

You couldn't find ways to describe it other than in the negative. One might even say underdeveloped. The poor girl was clearly in dire need of some cake, you'd make certain to pass the word on to the cooks. And, if you recalled correctly, the Turkish produced some… delightful little jelly-cubes. Maybe in concert they could help fluff out your espatier's woefully underfed frame.

"Ahem."

You almost jumped from your bath at the cough. Surely there couldn't be another woman in here with you! What would people think! Slowly, you turn in place, hoping that if you move slowly enough the noise will vanish back from whence it came.

"Captain." Czeslawa's got the fainest hint of a bored smirk on her plump face. Everything about her is plump, really. You'd noticed that before, you'd be surprised if there was a man alive who hadn't taken a second look at the way her figure filled out her cold-weather gear. Especially the—erm—fore-upper quarter. But seeing her naked like this…

If Lucia's chest was the essence of negativity, Czeslawa was the other side of the same coin. Unbound by her usual preference for long heavy dresses, her chest swelled like foam atop a stout ale, almost threatening to bubble over the top of her tub in its fullness. You know she's young—nobody with a figure so full could be so unmolested by the rigors of time and gravity—but at the same time she looks the very image of a happy matron. You can almost hear the universe wispier in your ear a wordless cry to set right what went wrong and make Czeslawa the mother of your children.

You ignore the universe, however, and concentrate on covering your unmentionables from her gaze. You can't quite get a read on her, but she seems far less flustered than you are. A part of you imagines she's probably seen men naked before—and worse—in the course of her trade.

"Czeslawa," you said.

>Wat do?
 
[ ] Casual and suave conversation! We're a worldly man of the world, who's traveled and stuff. Not some easily distracted stripling distracted by his first distraction of distracting bouncy bouncy bouncy boingy boingy boingy WE WERE JUST CASUALLY LEAVING. ~Fleeeeeeeees~

(Fail to not stare, but make excuses to leave before the Awkward gets worse. This is probably not socially acceptable to be nuddie and alone with the two of them unless particular negotiations have taken place first about just what we're intending.)
 
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The only way we can stand our man in this situation is by being a a responsible captain :V

[X] Remember your Responsibility Time- hunt down Donald and make sure all your cargo scuttles are assembled right, and you can clear anything that's in danger of going up double-quick.
 
Czeslawa needs a bra with POLAN STROK support, methinks.

Well, there was an option to see about getting her a Skoda Breastplate, proof against any bullet smaller than ten millimetres, but that option went down the tubes.

Also, the ship is not one of your waifu options. Nice try.

Not some easily distracted stripling distracted by his first distraction of distracting bouncy bouncy bouncy boingy boingy boingy WE WERE JUST CASUALLY LEAVING. ~Fleeeeeeeees~

Considering you can't remember when you lost your virginity about three days ago for shit, well...

Heh. JMPer is a horrible influence.

The only way we can stand our man in this situation is by being a a responsible captain :V

You fail to understand what happens if you break and run now. Horrible, horrible things. Dangerous things.

You might end up in that damn fez again, for starters.
 
You fail to understand what happens if you break and run now. Horrible, horrible things. Dangerous things.

You might end up in that damn fez again, for starters.
Damn! Fine, then! Vote Changed!

[X] Casual and suave conversation! We're a worldly man of the world, who's traveled and stuff. Not some easily distracted stripling distracted by his first distraction of distracting bouncy bouncy bouncy boingy boingy boingy SO HOW ABOUT THIS SHIP, EH?

(Perfectly normal chat, ignoring the nudity as hard as.... as firmly as... um... as much as we can. Eyes fixed on her face. Fixed.)

Dude. Watch less animu shit. Ships are not girls.
Hear that, Jersey? You're not real! :V
 
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