wakingthedead | Not quite a yellow submarine, but... || September 19, 2063

Not quite a yellow submarine, but... || September 19, 2063

WHO: Drake, Hikaru, and the War Hounds
WHAT: The Hounds and their pet NPCs of the moment take a submarine up from the first of many sealed Avernian Gates
WHERE: Somewhere in the ocean, off the coasts of South America
WHEN: September 19, 2063 (7:00 PM to about 10:00 PM)
SAFE FOR WORK? Other than Drake's potty mouth? Probably.
OTHER NOTES: None!

[This submarine is typical Vice Military Solutions fare - that is, it's definitely more impressive than anything that the World of Light has to offer, but it's pretty average for any Keeper of the Vigil whose used to what Vice Enterprises has to offer with regard to transport.

You're all getting your own rooms to rest up in, and you have free reign of the ship right down to the bridge. You may want to lounge around in the large common area for crew and guests alike: it's got an impressive bar, and the cafeteria kitchen has been opened for your convenience.]

OOC NOTES
+ This post will both be for shenanigans with Drake and Hikaru, and for anything that you guys want to do with each other.
+ Make sure to label your threads accordingly on whether they're meant for just one person, or if they're open to all.

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[ Three hours of downtime wasn't all that bad, really, except Yulia can't keep still for some reason. She doesn't last five minutes in her own room; after pacing around, she moves out and explores the submarine. Nothing much interested her, though. She does grab an apple and a bottle of water from the kitchen before walking around again.

Feel free to bother her. ]

Edited 2014-07-02 10:39 (UTC)

[ She actually seeks him out, at some point.

She finds him at the lounge. She'd checked there earlier, but he wasn't there, so she tried looking elsewhere. They must have just missed each other earlier. But he's there now, so...

So she really shouldn't be just staying by the doorway, pouting. ]

[ Brig has two flasks full of rum as he's walking around the halls of the sub.

He's just checking everything out, as he always does with new things, particularly anything of military make. He's been in subs before, but back in the day when he was a backseat driver in a Russian brainwashed body. Bad memories which he's learned to suppress by living forward.

Nothing the Russian's ever stuffed in him were as pretty as this thing, as expected. He's enjoying himself studying and learning the make and ins-and-outs of the ship, meandering from prow to stern. Nothing but the best by Vice. As usual.

Feel free to bother him wherever you catch him. ]

Edited 2014-07-02 13:14 (UTC)

[This one is sitting at the bow, near where the torpedo techs work. He was content to chat them up for a few minutes about the capabilities of their ordnance (which is significant) before he looks for an empty stool and sits down. From here, he can see the whole of the sub.

This is how he'll be unless he's moved by some interesting sight. Feel free to bug him if you somehow head his way.]

[This will probably catch your attention after the group disperses: your boy already doing the rounds and being a Malice King around the submarine without even thinking to change his clothes, or dry off.

Yep. Either he forgot all about it, or once again, he doesn't give a shit about his own personal welfare in light of Taking Care of Things.]

[ This one's settling down in the mess hall after wandering around for the first hour or so. He needs his coffee, he's also drafting up a report relating to the closure of the gate since that is kind of relevant to Order of the Grateful Dead business.

You'll find him with a hot mug on the table and him swiping away at that phone of his with the practiced motions of someone who utilizes it for all his needs when his laptop and tablet are nowhere around. ]

[Now that he's been fussed over, done the rounds and had a good talk with Yulia, he's more or less permanently settled in the lounge with a lot of work to pour through.

You know the Blade King. Married to the Vigil.]

[ You'll find this one sitting cross legged on the floor of a lounge at the prow, looking out at the sea. He's got the book about the Sacred Weapons open on his lap, along with his tablet. The stylus of which is being used as a chew toy. ]

Edited 2014-07-06 12:59 (UTC)

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@hikaru ; sempai notice me :|

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for mr. larue; takes place before any of the blade king's other threads

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