Das Boat - Part 1 - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
28/12/2014
Log
The put-put of an old hot bulb engine can be heard coming closer towards the short pier where the agents had gathered. A thin veil of mist rises from the water giving the whole expendition a slightly omnious feel to it. The reports were conflicting at best. They say it's a big old ship, a tanker perhaps. But surely such a thing would have run aground already. Not to mention it wouldn't have working lights. And if it did, that means someone has to be on board keeping the systems in working order. Strange indeed. Still, it was worth investigating. RSX didn't quite believe the reports which is why you all find yourself here, waiting for your ride to arrive to take you to the ship that had suddenly appeared from out of nowhere.
Edel shuffles along the pier, arms linked at the sleeves, the regal black and gold silk robe swaying around her ankles as her ears perk. "So, ah, this should be a fun little trip! I do so love going out of the bubble."
Some people can't resist the sea, others, absolutely can't stand the water. Fortunately for Redd, he fell into the first category. He arrives on all fours, occasionally stopping a moment to stare out into the fog. "Out of the bubble? I just got back! But, anything to be at sea, I haven't been on a ship in far too long."
Thelergramor yawns as he waits for the boat, sitting on the pier all talakai-like with his canine+serpenty body. All horned wolf and such... Clothed, because clothes are fun, armed and armored among other things... He peers through his binoculars at the approaching ship, sniper rifle in his lap. Stops, then looks back at Edel and Redd. "Hey, Edel. Good to see you. You too, Redd."
A flickering witch-light fortells Rihko's arrival before she is actually visible, bobbing and weaving through the mist. The hulking fox-beast slips through the mist and silently comes to a stop behind Edel, sniffing at the air. She wrinkles her nose and settles a stare on Redd, but her only further motion is the slow swishing of her tails back and forth.
Cookies arrives clad in some warm, form-fitting clothes- soft and fuzzy, and lined with a few rows of cargo pockets. Her tail sticks out the back and sways rhythmically as she steps out onto the pier, ears twitching in the direction of the puttin' engine. "I'm always right on time, aren't I?" she purrrs out, beaming a grin and offering Edel a quick nod in greeting. "Heya, shinbiter. Nice to see you again," she says without a hint of sarcasm.
Rokarion reaches the pier, the cute looking kemonomimi poodle is clad in their black combat uniform with a relatively big backpack with a rifle attached to its side, the bulky and dour attire quite the contrast to the crimson collar and the matching crimson lipstick and manicured nails the poodle got on their form. Hovering around Rokarion are their four drones, idly scanning their surroundings. With a yawn, Rokarion makes a final check to all their equipment before standing lazily, waiting for the transport to arrive.
Soon the strangely soothing engine noise comes close enough for the boat to come into view. It's not a big boat, by any means, but it looks sturdy enough to take you to your destination. The captain himself is almost comically cliche. An otter stands at the helm, dressed in a heavy, stitched polo-shirt, water-resistant pants, rubber boots and a captains hat. An old seafoam pipe juts out from the corner of his mouth. "Well, I reckon' you'd be the crew, as it were. C'mon, hop in, we're already waistin' daylight." he calls out before the boat has even reached the docks.
Edel smiles at Rihko, but she doesn't bother to speak to her, knowing she wouldn't get much a reply. All the same, it is an acknowledgement of presence! She flips a switch on the scabbard of her sword and sighs softly before stepping towards the end of the pier, ready to board. "Hey there," she says to Cookies, offering a tip of her leaf-hat. "Good to see you, too. Been a while."
"Where've you been getting diesel? Anyhow, how long's the ride?" The coyote stands on two legs as he prepares to board the ship. "I always loved going out to sea."
Thelergramor nods, standing up and wasting no time in hopping into said boat. "Right, I've got all night, but let's get on with it." Turns back to Rihko. "Hey, Rihko. You're... big today." Nods, smirking, then offers a small wave to Cookies and Rokarion. "Hey, Cookies, Rokarion, how's it going?" Smiles, hoping the cat won't complain should he need to shoot anyone... Offers her a hand to help board the boat, laying his rifle over a shoulder.
Rihko makes a small, rumbling, noncommittal grunt. The oversized kitsune carefully slips to the center of the boat, to keep her weight centered, although she does loom over the otter and sniff at him for a moment on the way. Then she crouches, tails curling around herself as she bides her time.
Cookies grins and points at Edel's hat. "Heeey, I have one of those." She continues up the pier to the end, standing right next to Edel and stroking her chin for a moment. "So what are we doing exactly, again, to be sure? Am I allowed to take things?" Not that THAT'S ever mattered.
Rokarion looks at the group before letting out another yawn and moving towards the boat, taking a seat while the drones went into idle mode around the poodle. Rokarion then simply added, "What are we to expect?" in their usual cold and polite tone.
It doesn't take long until you find yourself surrounded by nothing but fog and water. The drone of the engine makes it all seem somehow less sinister then it might have been, though. "Oh, this baby runs on pretty much any ol' mineral oil. Good thing about these old engines.. few moving parts and none too fussy about what quality of fuel it uses. Shouldn't take us more then an hour or two to reach the ship, if the intel is correct. Now, I'm just bein' paid to cart you folk there and back so don't be expectin' anything. If things look to be going tits up over there I guess you can always jump in the water. I'll be anchored a bit away from the ship. Just in case.." the captain says as he steers the boat towards the destination.
The trip is honestly pretty uneventful. A bit cold, if anything but seeing how must have their own fur coats it's not much of a bother. The feeling of the loss of connection to the bubble servers is.. a subtle one but it definetly puts most on edge. "Now, I reckon you don't know much more then I do. There's a ship, there's lights, there might be stuff to salvage. That's why we're here really. If there are actually people living there.. well, let's hope they ask first and shoot last. Or something. Maybe they're friendly, who knows. So I guess.. grab whatever looks to be working, make some inventory and head back to land and report, yeah?" the otter says.
Edel keeps her hands tucked away in their sleeves, looking quite... Excited as they cross out of the bubble. Leaving the bubble meant things would be quite a bit more fun and riveting, hopefully. The cold didn't bother her one bit. She was thick of build, covered in fur, and dressed in layers. "Ahh... Don't you just love that sea air? I prefer forests, but this is nice, too." Her tail curls around and half-drapes over Rihko, as if giving a few pats.
