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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[light_mischief]

[the others are all recuperating; Darcy will be by bright and early, but he'll be lucky to see Ava or Max before they're ready to talk to him. the rest of the ship is asleep, and nobody will be expecting him for hours.

he chuckles.]

Yes. I am asking if you would take me back to yours for a movie.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... [okay if he just completely hides his face in his arm nobody can see his face and thus nothing is happening there at all, shut up.]

A few hours of mortal peril wasn't enough to tire you out? [aiming for droll, landing somewhere more along the lines of slowly dying.]

[light_mischief]

It takes a little more than five minutes of uninterrupted screaming to wear me out. Unless you're worried I have some other intentions in my request...

[delivered with the smooth, low confidence of a man who knows exactly what he's doing.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[NOPE just. fully ducked into his side, grip tight enough it would have left bruises on flesh.]

... I am trying... very hard. To not hide in the nearest shadow. [he demands recognition of his struggle he has never made an effort towards anything in his life ever.]

[light_mischief]

[he lifts their tightly intertwined hands up, pressing them against the Captain's shoulder. ok, ok, he should really not push his luck.]

There's no need to hide. I promise to play nice.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... Well. Can't be that terrible, can it.

[and, sure, pulling his head back now means the blush on his face is an undeniable observable reality, but also, shut up, no it isn't.]

"Come into my parlor," said the spider to the fly...

[light_mischief]

[the good thing about being a skeleton is that he can't be caught out staring. the other good thing is he doesn't have a face to blush with. and here he thought the Faceless Ones were madness-inducing...]

It is the coziest parlor I ever did spy...

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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