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.]

Comments

[stormpirate]

[together, the lid slides off with a heavy groan.

>investigate?]

[light_mischief]

[Well, he did just get a box full of bones, so if he loses any...

>investigates]

[stormpirate]

[resting on a bed of uncountable golden coins and gems are several objects, laid out in a row down the tomb. they include:

a black-handled knife, inlaid with runes
a large silver denarius
an unrecognizable type of stone, with a blue spiral engraved on it
a sealed aluminum can
a silver wrist cuff, partially melted
a red gemstone, kite-shaped
the preserved paw of a gorilla]

[saltwaterlungs]

We should probably just grab everything and then run just to be safe, right?

[fonomena]

Assuming they don't all each have a different form of curse that's bound to activate on contact... [Frowning down into these Extremely Suspicious Contents...] I wonder which of these is the captain's. [.....Considering how the pens went over with him that one time--] The can, perhaps...

But, well, I suppose taking them all at once would be rather like ripping off a bandaid...

[saltwaterlungs]

The can is dumb enough that it's probably that.

[ Staring intently at that cool knife... ]

Who votes we grab everything?

[light_mischief]

Probably best to do it quick. We can sort it out once we're not... here. [Staring at the two silver bits.] Dibs on the coin and the bracelet. At the same time?

[fonomena]

Hmm, I suppose we've enough hands for two apiece and then someone with one, you're not wrong. In that case I'll try for the can and that spiral stone, for my part. [Slight note of resignation here, though; it probably doesn't warrant saying, but Jade's personally still pretty sure they're about to set off seven curses at once here...]

[saltwaterlungs]

I'll get the knife and ruby thing then.

[stormpirate]

I'm taking the cursed monkey paw. Know a place that buys shit like that. And it's not like my life can get worse.

[light_mischief]

Alright. On go. [Boy he knows they're gonna regret this.]

Three, two, one -- go.

[And then they're grabbing the items.]

[stormpirate]

[nothing happens.

oh, except a dark purple fog begins rapidly pouring from the ceiling, immediately enveloping the group and spreading out through the room. that happens.]

What the fuck?!

[saltwaterlungs]

GOGOGOGO-

[ Darcy shoves the knife and gem in her pockets and barrels down the stairs for the exit, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve and hoping to God the door doesn't shut on them. ]

[makesomedeals]

[ Hm. Bad. ]

I do believe that's our cue to leave.

[ He slides the bag off his shoulder, opening it if anyone wants to make him pack mule their items. Share the cursed treasures around.]

[ninetoes]

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-

[Fucking b o o k i n g it, right behind Darcy let's go let's go]

[light_mischief]

Ah, shit.

[Hey does trying to manipulate the air into a stiff breeze help their exit? idk if it does but he's trying that on their way out!!!]

[decohere]

...

[she stares up at the gas as it fills the room around them, and shifts intangible in an attempt to escape it. it seems to work? she thinks, doesn't immediately start choking or dying from poisonous fumes. ava quietly waits for everyone else to leave in case anyone collapses and needs dragging out, one last glance around before she follows behind to the exit.

that seemed rather uneventful, but at least they made it.]

[makesomedeals]

[The lid is off and the place didn't immediately collapse. Max is on high alert pacing around at the bottom, absolutely certain things are about to go very badly.]

[ninetoes]

So who's taking that fugly thing for the team, then?

[decohere]

[she's sitting quietly at the bottom step and still pretending not to be there, listening to the voices drift down as the more useful members of the group debate what to grab. her red eyes scan the interior architecture, trying to determine the worst case scenarios and possible escapes. like max, she's filled with an increasing amount of dread.]

Hey. If the floor collapses...

[makesomedeals]

[ Max is not there but let the record state that all coins are countable. ]

[stormpirate]

[the coins are uncountable bitch]

[light_mischief]

[Darcy's right, obviously, but still. To Jenny, deadpan:]

Any vibes to go off of now?

[stormpirate]

Has anyone even seen a primate on this island...

[ninetoes]

Only ever heard stories about cursed monkey paws.

[Oh, look who can finally see again]