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Mare Internum: An Exalted Quest

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Crumplepunch said:
Feathers is an engineer Vesper met yesterday while trying to break into the storehouse. Vesper failed several checks to lie to her about what she was doing and ended up shouting her down, stealing her mason hammer and making things so awkward that Feathers just left.

Vesper later used the hammer along with the hawk sword to behead White Coal in her battle with him.
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Retroactively justifying all actions that lead to Vesper attaining said hammer.
 
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    • Parabola said:
    [X] "What's in these boxes?"
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    "What's in these boxes?"

    FEATHERS: "Oh, uh, you know." she clears her throat. "Ship stuff."

    "Yeah?"

    FEATHERS: "Yeah."

    "Nails?"

    FEATHERS: "Yeah, there's nails."

    "That's good."

    She says nothing. You assume she agrees.

    The elevator continues to descend.

    [ ] "Got any dowels in there?"
    [ ] "Come here often?"
    [ ] "How's engineering going?"
    [ ] "What kind of name is Feathers, anyway?"
    [ ] "What do you think of the ship/boat controversy?"
    [ ] Start whistling.
    [ ] Remain silent.
    [ ] Simply fall and embrace the end.
     
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    • CogAndStar said:
    [X] "What do you think of the ship/boat controversy?"
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    "What do you think of the ship/boat controversy?"

    FEATHERS: "The what?"

    "Okay, so, some people say boats and ships are different things, but I think we should just call them all boats, because they're not. They're just being needlessly obscurantist."

    FEATHERS: "Alright."

    "It's elitism, that's what it is."

    FEATHERS: "Okay. Okay, good."

    "What's good?"

    She freezes.

    FEATHERS: "The... boats?"

    "Right, you get it."

    There is another long moment of silence. Feathers exhales a long breath.

    Finally, blessedly, the elevator bumps to the bottom.

    FEATHERS: "Okay, well, I've got to, uh..." she pats the pallet of ship stuff.

    "Right, yes, okay. See you later."

    FEATHERS: "Okay."

    PRESENCE: I think that went well.

    You step off the elevator onto the beach. More pallets of supplies are arranged near the impromptu engineer camp a small distance away from the partially capsized Sulco's Spite. Grey waves lap against a grey shore.

    PHYSIQUE: Hey. HEY.

    Yeah?

    PHYSIQUE: You should go for a SWIM. It'll be good for you.

    Really? With both my arms broken?

    PHYSIQUE: What better time? You need to toughen up.

    AWARENESS: There is one tracks on the sand heading towards a gangplank at the side of the boat. Large, beveled heel print. Got to be the sorcerer.

    EMBASSY: Maybe we could catch up to the figurehead? There's no rush.

    PRESENCE: Or we could go and talk to the other engineers, see what's up.

    [ ] Go for a swim.
    [ ] Climb aboard the boat.
    [ ] Talk to the figurehead.
    [ ] Talk to the engineers.
     
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    • [X] The elevator is no longer descending. It has reached the bottom.
    -[X] Wait, what?

    edit: I see that if the elevator will not descend, we will simply have to descend ourselves :V
     
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    • EagerListener said:
    [X] Go for a swim.
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    Alright, let's go for a swim.

    PHYSIQUE: ALRIGHT. Now we're talking.

    SAGACITY: What, really? Dont you know how bad salt water is for your skin?

    You check your hand, rough, pale, criss-crossed with dozens of scars, and shrug.

    The beach is a fairly narrow strip here. You select one of the larger tooth-like stone structures that dot the beach and hunker down behind it to shed your sandals, tunic and swordbelt.

    "Watch my stuff."

    HAWK SWORD: With my life, lady!

    Then you just walk into the sea. You could walk on top of it if you wanted, but you choose to sink down, feeling the coarse sand beneath your feet. The current plays about your legs like a silken sash. When you stride in past your waist, your buoyancy grows strong enough that your steps become longer, gently floating with the flow of the tide, step by step.

    Then, you dive. The salt water does not sting your eyes. The water feels cool and fresh on your scalp, behind your ears, encircling your arms. Even swimming one-handed, you move comfortably through the shallows.

    PHYSIQUE: Alright! This is pretty good.

    You can see clearly here, the drifting sediment impeding your eyes little. The sand continues for another twenty paces, speckled with pebbles. As you cross the low hump of the sandtide bar, the beach floor drops away precipitously beneath you. You see only murky darkness down there.

    STEALTH: We could hide down there forever.

    You feel perfectly comfortable here in a way you never were on shore.

    [ ] Dive down.
    [ ] Swim further up the beach.
    [ ] Just stay here a while.
    [ ] Go back.
     
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    • I apologise for the sharp drop in posting speed, I have been very busy with other work, so I had to shelve my plans to keep up a good posting schedule through this month.
     
    [X] If the elevator will not continue descending, Tenebrous Silken Vesper will descend herself.
    -[X] Slowly.
     
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