It’s The End of the World as We Know It

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Who: Tiamat(Valdis), Clarke, The Captain and Skulduggery
What: The Beginning of the End Part 2
When: February
Where: The Bridge at Dawn
Warnings: Potential violence



After all that, waiting until dawn seems like little consequence. But wait she does, though she can’t help but send a little taunt to a particular party before making her way up to the bridge. The sun rises just over the edge of the water, the stars beginning to fade from view. She can sense Clarke not far behind, and the Skeleton must be here somewhere, though maybe they will get lucky and he’s elsewhere. Tiamat leans against the railing to look out over the realm a scared little child created, musing over the various outcomes of what is about to happen. Even if the Captain knows who she is, he’d entertained her before, there’s no reason to suspect he won’t now.

“Oh, Captain,” she says, still watching the sun come up. “Care to watch the sunrise with me?”

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[freedomsuitsme]

Maxwell squints.

“I don’t like the look of that.”

[takethatnature]

"Me neither!" Wilson says, desperation tinged with sarcastic peppiness. "At least it's probably not Them?"

So it might be something worse, or equally bad but different.

[freedomsuitsme]

"We need to go retrieve the Codex. Now."

[takethatnature]

"You don't have it?!" Wilson sounds more alarmed than Maxwell does, and certainly more shocked; the Codex Umbra is vital to Maxwell's magic, and without it he can't do much more than pull rabbits out of hats. If it's not with him, where could it possibly be?

[freedomsuitsme]

“I had to hand it over to Ash, for reasons I’d rather not explain. Perhaps I can get it back, considering this is an emergency, but I could benefit from your backing me up. Dealing with someone like Ash requires a certain… stubbornness.”

[takethatnature]

"Of course," Wilson says, audibly just a bit baffled that this would be in question. He's never talked to Ash but he excels at being stubborn. No time to get fully dressed, but he grabs a pair of socks and gets his shoes on so he won't have to worry about where he steps.

[freedomsuitsme]

“Grab anything you need to make weapons and armor. Whether or not we get my spellbook back, we’re throwing whatever we have left into protecting the ship. You know we’ve never had a good experience with strange boats on the horizon, and I doubt that’s going to start now.”

A pause.

“This is camp now. We’ll treat it as such.”

[takethatnature]

Wilson grabs a shirt, pants and his waistcoat out of the dresser as well, the halberd and tentacle spike, all the logs he collected from the medieval tournament grounds, the bundling wrap of healing food and miscellaneous meat, the rest of the pig skins, as much rope as he's got and all but a few handfuls of grass, the same for his flints, the blue gems and the red ones and gold while he's at it in case something changes and he can make life amulets again. He splits the stack of nightmare fuel and gives Maxwell the other half.

"That's all I can fit in my inventory." Wait, that's not quite true; he drops the Clean Sweeper and grabs his deconstruction staff on the off-chance that it'll do something helpful. He pops the cooler open. (Is Victor around? He doesn't see his ant-y roommate but maybe he's under the couch or something.) "Want any muffins? They're not exactly butter muffins but they're pretty close. I've got some mandrakes in here too but there's a bit of a friendly fire problem since I don't have any reeds."

[freedomsuitsme]

“I might as well take them. And the mandrakes. If we get separated, they could come in handy.”

Once he checks over his own inventory, he continues.

“Right. We find Ash, we get my Codex, we raid the kitchen for honey, then we go to the library and make as many weapons, armor, and honey wraps as we can carry. Then, we’ll make a defensive position on the deck near the pool, and recruit anyone we can to assist with that. Sound like a plan?”

[takethatnature]

Maxwell receives four dead but uncooked mandrakes and seven glazed muffins, mostly blueberry. Wilson shuts the cooler and stands up.

He listens to Maxwell's proposition and he's about to agree unequivocally, then remembers something. "We should head for the deck as soon as we've prototyped the first of whatever we need, since the ingredients transport better."

"Do you think he'd be in his cabin or somewhere else?"

(Jump to Ash’s thread?

[freedomsuitsme]

“We’ll check his cabin first, and then if he’s not there… well, we’ll figure this out as we go along.”