ch.2 Make Your Mark on the Dotted Line [Action]

[not_a_codfish]

[Backdated to early this morning]

[As the residents awaken, they find a large note nailed to the front of each of their doors, written in a stylized script, with the first word of each paragraph starting with a large, illuminated letter:]

To all those residents who are in need of employment, who seek adventure, and who are willing to sail under a pirate's flag:

Your presence is requested in the lobby of Cair Paradisa, on this morning of September the 18th. Today I am holding a recruitment for my crew, and am seeking all those of mettle and courage. All are welcome. Trials and refreshments to be held in the lobby from Dawn till Dusk.

Your Fellow Prisoner in Paradise,
Captain James Hook

For those of you who are early risers, there seems to be a certain pirate captain bustling about the lobby. At his direction, the castle ghosts are rearranging some of the tables and laying out a spread of food. Hook sits himself behind a large wooden table with several large papers in front of him.

On these papers, the rules of recruitment are stated:

All those here undersigned agree to follow their captain, one James Hook, and obey his commands. To each man here undersigned, a percentage of all profits of this venture will be doled out in measure of his position.

Positions available:
OFICERS
First mate:
Second Mate:
Third Mate (Boatswain):
Quartermaster:

MEN BEFORE THE MAST


[ooc: feel free to sign up just to troll Hook, but I am also looking for people to help me with a certain venture I'm concocting. see paradisaooc for more details]

it's hell being unwell

[persequor]

[ The journal catches an exasperated sigh. ] When will summer end?


( Clinic filter )

twenty-seventh twist of the coil

[vampirize]

( James )

( Maladict )

( Helen Magnus )

[After writing in those filters, Tesla leans back in his chair with an audible creak, ready to talk to the populace of the castle once again.]

You know...hasn't it been a bit too quiet lately? I'm not talking about the expedition that just came back, I'm talking about the castle in general. Shouldn't one of those crazy castle-wide losses or world changes be happening by now? I mean, it's been too quiet. Too normal...well, if you ignore all the individual losses everyone has from time to time.

Or am I just missing something? Because it feels an awful lot like the quiet before the storm, in my opinion...

[WAY TO MAKE EVERYONE PARANOID, TESLA, A+]

Fifty Forth Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict has finally headed out to see that stupid terror bird James insisted on bringing back to the castle with him. Really, she'd imagined something far more fearsome than what actually greeted her. She'd been thinking of something more akin to a dragon (an imaginary one, not a swamp one) all fire and scales and leathery death.

It was a bit of a letdown, really. Still, as it struts around it's new home, Maladict pulls out her journal to dictated into it. The Peace Patrol might be long gone, but she still feels she has a job here]

So, help the non-Earth person out here. What can you people tell me about these giant birds? More specifically, how easy is it to bring them down? Do they have any weak spots? Things like that.

I like to prepare for the inevitable moment when it gets loose and tries to slaughter us all.

[Yeah, James, that disapproving tone is directed right at you]

☠ 048 ; backdated

[molotov]

[Backdated to immediately after this.

Molotov wastes no time once she returns to her office. In fact, she's still holding her weapons in one hand even as she writes down the filters.]

( [Filtered to: Brock Samson, Hellboy, Ezio Auditore, Cross Marian] )

( [Filtered to: Lucrezia Borgia] )

( [Filtered to: People capable of fighting or defending against something stronger than humans (filtered away from Rosalie Cullen)] )