SEPTEMBER EVENT: SKULLY'S ANGELS

[sailmods]

[around 10:30PM, after Friday has returned from bringing all the other guests back to the ship, she parks the tender just off the shore, idling. she sticks her head out of the door.]

Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!

[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.

the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.

perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]

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[ninetoes]

[Izzy stops and closes his eyes for a second, head tilting as he tried to figure out what the fuck they were doing right then if it wasn't talking. That's what this is. they're talking. About It. Ghooood, fuuuuuck! Fine-]

I trust you too, Darcy. And I respect your decision to do what you did. I didn't mean what I said to you, but-

-but that's just what life is, ay. There isn't anything else to talk about. Now, can we just focus on the mission?

[saltwaterlungs]

But it wasn't-

[ Darcy huffs. She hadn't missed the annoying circular arguments they kept seeming to have. ]

Fine. Focusing on the mission.

[ All business, and she picks up her pace to walk a half-step ahead of him. ]