Shralestan Sunset - RPLOG
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Date
2/7/477
Log
The airship from Shralesta has been readied, and LongTech Industries' security-personel is hard at work making sure everyone once more hands in their weapons for safekeeping.
Meanwhile, Lady Longtail is directing the staff in the mess-hall, setting up various foods and games for the evening, before she heads up the deck to ensure the proceedings there go as plan as well...
"Flora would like each of you to stay on deck for a moment after handing off your weapons, for we are about to watch the sun set over the Shralestan side of this grand sea one last time. There may be later times that LongTech Industries allows beings to join on a trip to Shralesta, but it will be some time before that happens, and for now, it is not a top priority. Our business here is concluded, and as such, we set our eyes back to the fine nation of Sweetwater, where we shall arrive safely within a day or two."
Prepared, by now, of this formality, Saviante trots to the gangplank with a bright smile. In one hand a near ever-present piece of desert fruit, in the other, a tightly wrapped bundle of her weapons. A bundle much smaller than when they arrived, the large potion of the mass gone to the market, traded for various supplies and sundries (and more than one shiny bauble). Dropping the pack of pointy things at the feet of the security sailor, the tall plantgirl takes a large bite of her fruit as she bounds up toward the deck, more than eager to return to cooler climates.
Lina stretches as she puts her weaponry into a bag for everyone to feel 10 times safer, her assortment of blades and things don't need to be kept on deck, they might fall off and hurt someone. "Oh the sunset? That sounds awesome, how much longer till it happens I can't wait!" the excited lion says, her pent up excitement is coming out in new ways as she dances about. "I'd be happy to stay on deck Flora." she adds before looking around at those present, making sure they didn't leave anyone behhind.
Cassidy hands over her bag of weaponry without fuss, this time, knowing full well that she's far from disarmed. With a polite smile, she shuffles up onto the deck, hands folded behind her back and still garbed in her light white robes.
Brutus tap tap taps his way aboard the ship, looking dapper and only a little overheated, carrying only his cane and a white handkerchief that he uses to dab at his brow. "Hurry up, Hartford!" he calls, "We can't be late!" The broad skunk hardly gives the security team a glance as he swaggers up the gang plank. He had done quite well here in Shralesta, after all.
"Coming Mister Brutus!" gasps Hartford as he struggles under the weight of half a dozen large cases, a steamer trunk, and a number of smaller parcels hung from his large antlers. He staggers to the security line and looks out sheepishly from behind his enormous load. "Sorry, fellas" he says in his slow, deep voice, "I can't exactly reach any of my things. Am I alright to board?" It doesn't look like the big guy is going to be able to keep all that stuff balanced for too much longer.
A small smile, a flick of the tails as Flora looks out over the deck, silently enjoying the desert-winds and rumbling softly as she looks towards the horizon.
The security-guards blink a little, before two of them take off a part of the load, and carry it on board. "That should help. Hand over any weapons you may have, and you can board," the cat by the gangplank rumbles, while his compagnons collect the rest of the weapons and carry them aboard.
"Within only a few minutes, the sun shall set over the horizon, and we shall chase it back to our home of Sweetwater... If you have any unfinished business here, let Flora know right now, and you can still leave the ship, but if you do, you need to arrange your own transport back... If not, we shall leave soon."
With a final crunch, the last of the fruit dissapears from the plants hand as she slowly shifts across the deck. Not really moving around, but her constant shifting and shuffling pushing her position into various directions that no respectable person would consider standing. Being told to stay in one place, while understandable, is contrary to her nature, which in and of itself is contrary to her implied nature.
Her gaze meandering like her feet, the plant woman awaits the evening with rapt, albeit hyperactive, attention.
Lina grins. "No unfinished business here, we did a good job I think! I hope that Flora got everything she wanted here." she says as she flicks her tail about, looking the edge over but not approaching it before she finds someplace out of everyones way to stand and be ready for the sunset. This should be a fun trip back!
Cassidy find her own little place on the deck, yawning softly as she stares off towards the horizon line. She was eager to be back home, as nice as the vacation was. One of her hands slides into a fold on her robe and pulls up a flask, which is brought to her mouth for a sip before it's tucked away again
Brutus breathes deeply of the harbor air, coughs a bit at the fish smell of the wharf, ignores it and proceeds to pontificate. "Ah! Truly it is a fine thing to enjoy nature in all its beauty!" he orates, seeming to assume that he has an adoring crowd listening, "Nature is as lovely here as it is in our fine homeland!" He dabs his scented kerchief to his nose, doing his best to block out the less than sublime scents of the ocean front.
"Thanks, fellas," Hartford says in relief as the beings on security detail take away a substantial part of his burden. The big deer unhooks his massive halberd from his back and hands it carefully to one of the beings at the table. "Be careful with that," he says, a bit of worry showing on his broad face, "It's House issue and I get in trouble if it is scratched or anything." Then the stag gathers up his prodigious load and staggers up the gangplank before carefully setting aside Brutus's luggage and looking out over the bay. "It is awful pretty, Mister Brutus," he says encouragingly as he listens to his friend and employer expound on the sunset. He seems to have forgotten a few of the parcels hanging from his antlers.
"It is," Flora rumbles as the sky turns red with the sun hanging low in the sky, even as the final ods and trinkets are brought aboard. "once we are done on deck, each of you can join us in the mess-hall, and there will be games, and food, and things to do, yes," Flora rumbles with a smile, while the gangplank is being removed, and the sun slowly disappears under the horizon.
"As Flora said, there are foods and drinks in the mess-hall, or one can turn in in their respective bunks, if you prefer, yes. We shall be leaving shortly."
With a light bow and surprisingly cheerful demeanor, Saviante waits a few moments to make sure everyone is on board, then slowly makes her way to the mess-hall, eager to do something to keep her mind off the amount of space that is about to be between them and the land she is oh so fond of.
Lina reserves her ooohs and ahhs for when the show is at its peak, she does however enjoy the beatiful display over a foreign land. Something about that sounds like a good story, maybe she should try writting something! The feline entertainsi this idea as she watches, flicking her tail too and fro.
Cassidy watches quietly, smiling faintly as the sun sets. Once she feels that the show is over, she turns to make her own way into the mess hall, eager for a drink, and perhaps a light snack, before getting her sleep.
Brutus continues to pontificate, but his brilliant speech on the beauty of the sunset is interrupted by the loud gurgling of Hartford's stomach.
"Sorry Mister Brutus," he deer says, his ears flapping back in embarrassment, "But somethin' to eat does sound awful nice."
