NothingNow
Corpse Wrangler
- Location
- Tampa
Presumably they're at least decent for the officers and petty officers.
That said, @7734 should at least also provide design range and speed.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
Cruisers, as a rule, tend to have pretty good range and accommodation because they're the ships of that size equipped to travel in the Aether. Smaller, short-legged designs in cruiser tonnage exist, but they tend to have issues because aether exit tends to happen at about fifty to seventy thousand feet ASL while most ships normally have some slight difficulties actually getting to that altitude. Part of what makes Aether entry and exit so hard is due to air pressure going wobbly around them, which makes interesting wind conditions.
Besides, you're forgetting that Caroline Anaheim was pretty damn sparten, too. Several of her maluses were due to design elements which were very crew unfriendly, such as the fact you had to go up a deck from the main living quarters to get to the heads.
The thing about airships is they don't have design ranges so much as designed endurances due to how many vaugeries of travel there are. I will say Cruiser 12 is notably slower than Caroline Anaheim, however it does have longer legs.
- Location
- USA
Actually, would it be possible for us (and maybe our officers too) to get to tour Cruiser 12? I'd expect the comments they make to be incredibly useful in the decision.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
That depends entirely on my speed at mapping it out versus @theJMPer being a lazy bum about writing an update. Normally I'd put the money on my side of the bench, but considering I need to get my car's rear windshield fixed and clean up about two hundred yards of brush by Wednesday I'm not too certain for once.
Is there a polite way to ask to inspect the new ship before agreeing to a swap? I know the saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but we're effectively buying the horse, so we should check all of its teeth.
Assuming everything checks out, I'd say we should go for the deal. Our current ship is more suited for an adventuring scientist and his plucky kid sidekicks than for a humble merchant. As long as no one in Europe finds out we're behind whatever advantage the Ottomans glean from this.
Assuming everything checks out, I'd say we should go for the deal. Our current ship is more suited for an adventuring scientist and his plucky kid sidekicks than for a humble merchant. As long as no one in Europe finds out we're behind whatever advantage the Ottomans glean from this.
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- Location
- Across the universe
[X] Take the offer, here and now. Have fun explaining it to the crew, though this is something that's in your purvey as Captain and primary owner of the ship.
Jumping on this right away marks us as asuitably gullible fool perspicacious gentleman that Mustafa can cut exciting deals with in the future!
Jumping on this right away marks us as a
- Location
- 'Murica
Are you doubting my commitment to being noncommittal?
7734
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- Location
- Philmont
Its assumed you'd be floating thataway to do your cargo changeover if you accepted, and considering your new friends would like to get a very good look at your ship, a quid pro quo is very tolerable.
No, I'm just saying you like Hugo Boss and the defense budget is forty-five billion kroner. Besides, I know you'll be great at getting Alek out of a deal at the dinner table if the vote swings that way!
- Location
- 'Murica
...wut?
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
I'm saying you're Sweden. Much how they say they're neutral and don't invest in a way to back it up and end up letting Nazis through, you say you won't update, and then Tanks or BelaBat grows another thousand words.
All right.
[X] Sit on the offer, and talk it over with the officers.
Let's see if anyone can think of a reason why this is a horrible mistake and get in a few more awkward situations, but if nothing major comes up I'm inclined to accept.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
*sighs*
And yet again, the two tsuns continue to bicker even in another thread. Such is the marvelousness of tsunderes.
The thing I don't like that much about hull 12 is its lower aether carry.
But let the @theJMPer work. It will be fun!
[X] Sit on the offer, and talk it over with the officers.
-[Y] Say you would need to look at it first but offer them the chance to look over your ship as well on the way there or there.
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But let the @theJMPer work. It will be fun!
[X] Sit on the offer, and talk it over with the officers.
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ConfusedPotato
Unverified Verifier
- Location
- Australia
[X] Sit on the offer, and talk it over with the officers.
-[X] Say you would need to look at it first but offer them the chance to look over your ship as well on the way there or there.
-[X] Say you would need to look at it first but offer them the chance to look over your ship as well on the way there or there.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
I've decided to crank out one more update before setting you loose on the poor, poor city of Istanbul. After that, you may play around with the waifus as much as you like.
... I'm going to be honest: that sounds a lot like innuendo.
7734
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- Philmont
Well, as long as they're not my waifus, its ok. Same thing goes for his waifus, which is why I only do BelaBat stuff with Cameron and Alaska.
What Lurks in the Dark
7734
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- Philmont
Breathing in deeply, you looked at Mustafa and tried to force a smile.
"Sorry, Mustafa. I want to accept, but I can't right now. I'll have to talk it over with my officers, and maybe look into taking a look at your ship. I'm here for at least a week, though- you know where I am."
As Mustafa looked like a kicked puppy, Iskandar had a booming laugh, before smiling at a woman you presumed was his wife.
"Son, how many times have I told you not to try and scalp the dhimni?" he asked rhetorically, running his hand over his head. "I know the Germans have this love affair with the take it or leave it bargain, but we both know they are fools at persuasion."
"Father-"
"Mustafa."
As the later shut up, Iskandar favored you with a slight smile, and an almost undetectable nod at Ayse. It should be noted, a very slight smile. "At least I need to know some of my family doesn't jump into things with half a plan and a prayer." He murmered, before looking at the boy next to you. "Ibrahim, tell me, are you still interested in being an airshipman?"
"Yes, Papa!"
Now Iskandar turned his gaze on you, and smiled slightly. "It might seem like a bit much, but could you perhaps take him on for a few days? Some time spent on a ship might teach him that if he is to follow his brother's footsteps and learn to fly, it might be best to do so before staying safely on the ground."
"It depends." You said cautiously. "My ship speaks English as a matter of course, and not many of us speak French. Think he can cope?"
"I'm reasonably confident."
You nodded. "Then I'll take him on for while we're here. A week or so should teach him the basics."
"Very well, then!"
---
The dinner was still for another half-hour after that, spent largely in generous conversation and fine food. You were practically stuffed when a small party moved to make their way to the family's lighter, with Ibrahim practically holding your coattails and Ayse on one side of you. Mirac had voulenteered to escort and translate, along with making sure the small seabag Ibrahim was taking held more than just nice clothes unfit for work.
Once you were aboard and headed back towards your ship, you went up to the semi-raised upper deck and leaned on the railing, looking out towards the stars. The city was nearly dark, only a few gas-lamps illuminating the city streets and wealthy windows as you passed by. Above, there was a cloud of stars, with the moon hung resplendent over her court.
"Something on your mind?" Mirac asked, coming up next to you.
"Yeah." You replied, looking over the snaking river of the Bosporus. "It's been… barely a month and a half since I started. Since then, I'm on my second cargo, killed pirates, hobnobbed with the local notables, gotten drunk more times than in the last two years… it's been an adventure."
"Ha!" Mirac said, chuckling. "I know the feeling- when you're neck-deep in an Egyptian shisha den, and suddenly the door bursts open and Shore Patrol is looking for stray officers to man some vizer's yacht!"
"Yeah, well, can't argue you there." You said, chuckling. "Still, it's going to be good for me to get back to the ship."
"Too true. Although… what do you think of Ayse?" Mirac asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beautiful young woman, sharp as a tack, and speaks lovely French." You replied, taking a moment to look back on where she was pointing out the stars with Ibrahim. Their voices flowed in Turkish, the language reminding you of hills you'd yet to really see.
"Yes, she is. She's also looking for a way out." Mirac said, stroking his narrow beard. "She's getting on in years for a convenient match, and at the rate our father's making friends her hand's going to be on the offering block soon. If things don't change, she'll be the eldest first wife of a boy barely into his manhood, or the reward of an old vizer who won't appreciate anything other than her sweet voice."
"And I fall into this… how?"
Mirac looked you dead in the eye. "Take the offer, Aleksander. Get the ship, get Ibrahim, and whatever you do, fight to get her on it. I've spent too much of my life smashed around an undersized cruiser a dozen years behind the times because we failed to feliate the damn Limeys when it came time to get another ship from Vickers. We damn near fought the Russians to a standstill over the Black Sea- and if we have better ships, we will trounce them all the way to Sankt-Petersburg. And you? You get a woman worth her weight in gold and some very good friends."
You studied the air for a moment, reaching out to feel invisible motes of dust and Aether pass through your fingers.
"I'm still thinking about it, Mirac."
As the man turned to storm off, you raised your voice.
"But I know your family has been very good to me. I won't lie to you about your airship, when I see it- and I might sniff out a few from the Germans if they're selling you a reel of sky line."
---
Waking up on your ship, you groaned slightly and made your way to the kitchen. It was breakfast time, and while you might not have been hungover, you were still more than a little off-kilter from last night.
"Mornin', cook." You muttered at the counter. "Got bacon and eggs?"
A harsh look from the server meant you got a cup of coffee and a fresh biscut.
"Captain, you of all people should know the air's not calm enough for bacon right now!"
"Wadya mean?"
Pointing to the kitchen's clinomoter, the server glared at you as you realized it was reading a four degree port tilt and two degree nose down.
"Oh."
"Yeah, talk to the damn loadmasters! We've been off-kilter for hours now, and it's making the bread rise all funny!"
"Right, right." You said, drinking some of the coffee. Taking another sip, you stared at it blackly, and growled. "This isn't coffee."
"Yes it is."
"No, no it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Coffee should not be slightly green with an aftertaste of lubricant grease."
"Sir, that's the coffee. We got the water fresh from the condenser tanks."
What.
"Excuse me." You said, handing them the cup of coffee, and grabbing a biscut with a significant hunk of cheese in it, along with an apple. "I've got shit to do."
Moving with sure feet, you made your way to the crew compartment, and then aft, towards engineering and the Aft Load Station. Grabbing the first Loadmaster you could get your hands on, you glared at him.
"Why the fuck are we at a free-pivot anchor and listing like we're down half our ballast?" you asked pointedly.
"Because we're at a free-pivot anchor and are still recovering balance after we had to scuttle a coal bunker." The loadmaster said, pointing to the distinctly bright scuttle that should not be leaking sunlight.
"What?"
"Fire broke out last night, so we flooded the bunker. Fire flared up again, we dumped it and purged the bunker. Except we've been having issues with getting enough fresh onboard, and the pump for the damage control water tanks is busted."
Fuuuuuck…
"How much coal'd we loose?" you asked, holding your head in your hands.
"About a quarter of the scuttle, between the fire and the firefighters grabbing as much as they could."
Well, shit. That was good anthracite coal, damnit!
"We've got the Espatiers on standby, and the non-rates are shoveling it into a bucket haul so we can re-load the scuttle. The rest of the lean is on the fact we're in a twenty-knot headwind and are half a ton light on starboard."
"Noted." You said dryly. "That answers that. Next time you see Chief McCloud, though, tell him he's in charge while I'm out and about today."
"Aye, sir." The Loadmaster said, nodding. "Oh- by the way, Chief McCloud said he's got an Officer's Meeting scheduled for this Thursday."
"I'll make sure to talk to Zamwekis about it to make sure I'm on time." You said, before making your way back to officer country. Today was as close to a day off as you were going to get for a long while- might as well enjoy it.
Votes
Go somewhere?
[] Your ship (Nope, not happening. Gonna just let McCloud have his day in the sun)
[] The Grand Bazzar
[] The Egyptian Bazar
[] Mimar's Baths
[] Visit Yenikoy
[] Basilica Cistern
[] Write-in (Read, ask @NothingNow if there was anywhere interesting I missed.)
With who?
[] Jacob (Already gone. Probably out whoring.)
[] Donald (Sleeping like the dead- that Blank Spot wasn't kind to him.)
[] Lauri (Left a note saying he'd be back Wendsday.)
[] Thomas (Busy fixing shit.)
[] Czeslawa
[] Lucia (Not avalible till afternoon b/c coal spill. Just means you have time to bum around the Aerodrome)
[] Elisabeth
[] Ayse (And, by extension, one of her family for propriety's sake.)
"Sorry, Mustafa. I want to accept, but I can't right now. I'll have to talk it over with my officers, and maybe look into taking a look at your ship. I'm here for at least a week, though- you know where I am."
As Mustafa looked like a kicked puppy, Iskandar had a booming laugh, before smiling at a woman you presumed was his wife.
"Son, how many times have I told you not to try and scalp the dhimni?" he asked rhetorically, running his hand over his head. "I know the Germans have this love affair with the take it or leave it bargain, but we both know they are fools at persuasion."
"Father-"
"Mustafa."
As the later shut up, Iskandar favored you with a slight smile, and an almost undetectable nod at Ayse. It should be noted, a very slight smile. "At least I need to know some of my family doesn't jump into things with half a plan and a prayer." He murmered, before looking at the boy next to you. "Ibrahim, tell me, are you still interested in being an airshipman?"
"Yes, Papa!"
Now Iskandar turned his gaze on you, and smiled slightly. "It might seem like a bit much, but could you perhaps take him on for a few days? Some time spent on a ship might teach him that if he is to follow his brother's footsteps and learn to fly, it might be best to do so before staying safely on the ground."
"It depends." You said cautiously. "My ship speaks English as a matter of course, and not many of us speak French. Think he can cope?"
"I'm reasonably confident."
You nodded. "Then I'll take him on for while we're here. A week or so should teach him the basics."
"Very well, then!"
---
The dinner was still for another half-hour after that, spent largely in generous conversation and fine food. You were practically stuffed when a small party moved to make their way to the family's lighter, with Ibrahim practically holding your coattails and Ayse on one side of you. Mirac had voulenteered to escort and translate, along with making sure the small seabag Ibrahim was taking held more than just nice clothes unfit for work.
Once you were aboard and headed back towards your ship, you went up to the semi-raised upper deck and leaned on the railing, looking out towards the stars. The city was nearly dark, only a few gas-lamps illuminating the city streets and wealthy windows as you passed by. Above, there was a cloud of stars, with the moon hung resplendent over her court.
"Something on your mind?" Mirac asked, coming up next to you.
"Yeah." You replied, looking over the snaking river of the Bosporus. "It's been… barely a month and a half since I started. Since then, I'm on my second cargo, killed pirates, hobnobbed with the local notables, gotten drunk more times than in the last two years… it's been an adventure."
"Ha!" Mirac said, chuckling. "I know the feeling- when you're neck-deep in an Egyptian shisha den, and suddenly the door bursts open and Shore Patrol is looking for stray officers to man some vizer's yacht!"
"Yeah, well, can't argue you there." You said, chuckling. "Still, it's going to be good for me to get back to the ship."
"Too true. Although… what do you think of Ayse?" Mirac asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beautiful young woman, sharp as a tack, and speaks lovely French." You replied, taking a moment to look back on where she was pointing out the stars with Ibrahim. Their voices flowed in Turkish, the language reminding you of hills you'd yet to really see.
"Yes, she is. She's also looking for a way out." Mirac said, stroking his narrow beard. "She's getting on in years for a convenient match, and at the rate our father's making friends her hand's going to be on the offering block soon. If things don't change, she'll be the eldest first wife of a boy barely into his manhood, or the reward of an old vizer who won't appreciate anything other than her sweet voice."
"And I fall into this… how?"
Mirac looked you dead in the eye. "Take the offer, Aleksander. Get the ship, get Ibrahim, and whatever you do, fight to get her on it. I've spent too much of my life smashed around an undersized cruiser a dozen years behind the times because we failed to feliate the damn Limeys when it came time to get another ship from Vickers. We damn near fought the Russians to a standstill over the Black Sea- and if we have better ships, we will trounce them all the way to Sankt-Petersburg. And you? You get a woman worth her weight in gold and some very good friends."
You studied the air for a moment, reaching out to feel invisible motes of dust and Aether pass through your fingers.
"I'm still thinking about it, Mirac."
As the man turned to storm off, you raised your voice.
"But I know your family has been very good to me. I won't lie to you about your airship, when I see it- and I might sniff out a few from the Germans if they're selling you a reel of sky line."
---
Waking up on your ship, you groaned slightly and made your way to the kitchen. It was breakfast time, and while you might not have been hungover, you were still more than a little off-kilter from last night.
"Mornin', cook." You muttered at the counter. "Got bacon and eggs?"
A harsh look from the server meant you got a cup of coffee and a fresh biscut.
"Captain, you of all people should know the air's not calm enough for bacon right now!"
"Wadya mean?"
Pointing to the kitchen's clinomoter, the server glared at you as you realized it was reading a four degree port tilt and two degree nose down.
"Oh."
"Yeah, talk to the damn loadmasters! We've been off-kilter for hours now, and it's making the bread rise all funny!"
"Right, right." You said, drinking some of the coffee. Taking another sip, you stared at it blackly, and growled. "This isn't coffee."
"Yes it is."
"No, no it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Coffee should not be slightly green with an aftertaste of lubricant grease."
"Sir, that's the coffee. We got the water fresh from the condenser tanks."
What.
"Excuse me." You said, handing them the cup of coffee, and grabbing a biscut with a significant hunk of cheese in it, along with an apple. "I've got shit to do."
Moving with sure feet, you made your way to the crew compartment, and then aft, towards engineering and the Aft Load Station. Grabbing the first Loadmaster you could get your hands on, you glared at him.
"Why the fuck are we at a free-pivot anchor and listing like we're down half our ballast?" you asked pointedly.
"Because we're at a free-pivot anchor and are still recovering balance after we had to scuttle a coal bunker." The loadmaster said, pointing to the distinctly bright scuttle that should not be leaking sunlight.
"What?"
"Fire broke out last night, so we flooded the bunker. Fire flared up again, we dumped it and purged the bunker. Except we've been having issues with getting enough fresh onboard, and the pump for the damage control water tanks is busted."
Fuuuuuck…
"How much coal'd we loose?" you asked, holding your head in your hands.
"About a quarter of the scuttle, between the fire and the firefighters grabbing as much as they could."
Well, shit. That was good anthracite coal, damnit!
"We've got the Espatiers on standby, and the non-rates are shoveling it into a bucket haul so we can re-load the scuttle. The rest of the lean is on the fact we're in a twenty-knot headwind and are half a ton light on starboard."
"Noted." You said dryly. "That answers that. Next time you see Chief McCloud, though, tell him he's in charge while I'm out and about today."
"Aye, sir." The Loadmaster said, nodding. "Oh- by the way, Chief McCloud said he's got an Officer's Meeting scheduled for this Thursday."
"I'll make sure to talk to Zamwekis about it to make sure I'm on time." You said, before making your way back to officer country. Today was as close to a day off as you were going to get for a long while- might as well enjoy it.
Votes
Go somewhere?
[] The Grand Bazzar
[] The Egyptian Bazar
[] Mimar's Baths
[] Visit Yenikoy
[] Basilica Cistern
[] Write-in (Read, ask @NothingNow if there was anywhere interesting I missed.)
With who?
[] Czeslawa
[] Lucia (Not avalible till afternoon b/c coal spill. Just means you have time to bum around the Aerodrome)
[] Elisabeth
[] Ayse (And, by extension, one of her family for propriety's sake.)
7734
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- Philmont
Yeniköy is basically the burg of Greater Istanbul that Iskandar is in charge of. Think of it a little like Long Island in New York City- part of the City, but not immediately accesable, but very wealthy and influential.