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

[all7seas]

Hoist. Hoist the sails. Sails are hoisted, pirates are hanged, and let's all have a merry Christmas, eh?

[Out furls the tablecloth! More duct tape is in order, probably, to secure it to the mast. It's flapping in the wind and white and it has very nice scalloped edging to it. Not bad for a disposable tablecloth.]

[makeitquick]

Still don't know what a "Christ-mass" is. [Okay, taping it up now. Or well, he rolls it up to tape it]

[all7seas]

A holiday! A lovely holiday where we get gifts and sweeties and lots of delicious food!

[The sail hoisted, Jack steps back and surveys the work.]

Not so bad, actually. Square-rigged.

[makeitquick]

So how's it that diff from the Day of Thanks?

[She said as she looks around the sail herself. It does seem to be, well, on there]

[all7seas]

Dunno, actually. We don't do the Day of Thanks where I'm from.

[Hmmm. He ponders.]

I think the day of Thanks involves turkey. Aaaand no gifts. But lots of food.

[makeitquick]

In Haddyn it's more like meal and gifts, family time.

[all7seas]

I see. And you enjoy this special time in Haddyn, do you?

[makeitquick]

...Yeah. ["used to like it more than the last four years, but yeah"]

[all7seas]

[He picks up one of the "oars" and makes to shove them along a bit.]

Sounds like you enjoy it a frightful huge amount, lass. Almost TOO much.

[makeitquick]

Gunna 'splode from joy. [And she takes and oar too. She considers trying to get in pace with him, but if he's already moving them... well, whatever]

[all7seas]

You know, child---if we were to get this rolling down any sort of hill? We could possibly have entirely too good a time for ourselves.

[makeitquick]

Sounds to me like we oughta find a hill.

[Oar. And then pushing to turn them]

[all7seas]

Sounds like we oughtta! There is one not too far from the river, but the peril would be going through the trees.

[makeitquick]

C'mon, 'perienced guys like us?! We can steer through it!

[Okay, let's steer towards the river-]

[all7seas]

FASTER, SLAYER! HARDER! GET CRANKING! [The pirate is pushing off with his own oar as hard as he can to get the wagon going at a better clip.]

[makeitquick]

You got it! [And she picks up the pace. ...Which snaps her oar, actually, after five swings. Oh well]

[all7seas]

SIX DEGREES TO STARBOARD, SIR! MIND THE STREETLAMP!

[That wasn't just the fake oars picking up the pace. No. The land was definitely beginning to slope, here.]