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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[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...