3rd Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Action]

[LUCETI, HO FARE THEE ON THE HIGH SEAS TODAY? Because Melaka the Sailor is having a grand ol time. Aboard her mighty ship she is bound to islands and countries unknown in search of fame and fortune to make a good name for herself now that she has discovered that this is the true route to making your dreams happen! And she is doing this-!

...Well in actuality with her piercings back in place (and a few new bits of jewelry on her over the course of the day, such as silver bracelets and such) she is in a wagon which she is "sailing" all through town, going to various "islands" (houses) and "lands unknown" (buildings and shops) or "countries" (community buildings) to go exploring and looking for her fame and fortune. She might encounter numerous monsters or challenges or the like along the way, but it sure promises to be a fantastic adventure.

Why don't you guys get involved? ...Or question why she's standing on a wagon with an oar pushing it on the ground to go around town if you want to not be sucked into the tale. Both work. Just know she is armed just in case]

Comments

[makeitquick]

Just a grabber- ... I mean sailor!

[What a fierce looking animal...]

[chronica.livejournal.com]

Sailor? ...But this is no sea! It is the opening to a forest.

[makeitquick]

There might be trees on the shore, but it's open water behind me. Don't you see it?

[chronica.livejournal.com]

[...]

Ah...yes I do. I do indeed.

[She's a bit afraid of what would happen if she said the opposite. May just be best to agree with the lady.]

[makeitquick]

'Xactly. So... What're you?

[In fact, she'll get off the "ship" now, but still look a bit wary of it]

[chronica.livejournal.com]

I'm a lion, of course. Isn't that obvious enough?

[makeitquick]

If I knew what a lion was, prob.

[chronica.livejournal.com]

[...ow her pride.]

A lion is the king of all the land animals!

[makeitquick]

[...]

Huh. So huntin' you would be impress?

[chronica.livejournal.com]

...Eh?

[Wait what.]

[makeitquick]

Huntin' you. You know, trophy?

[chronica.livejournal.com]

No way. I don't want to be a trophy on your mantle!

[makeitquick]

Wanna fight for it?

[chronica.livejournal.com]

[Erk. N-Not really, but if she doesn't she'll get turn into a statue or some head mantle over a fireplace.]

...I do!

[oh god help her.]

[makeitquick]

Spled. Alright, let's do it.

[And she leaps off the wagon.]

[chronica.livejournal.com]

[And she

runs off like a huge coward scream!!!]