Andre looked up at him, giving him a tired smile. "I just need some sleep. Once we reach port, that's the first thing I'm going to be doing. That and a shower." he laughed a little bit, the circles under his eyes all too obvious. "I just wasn't able to sleep with the storm. Too much to do keeping the ship in the sky." he reached over to flip a few of the controls, checking the maps for a moment.
He stared at Andre while listening to him. Giving a short chuckle, he bowed his head. Rael emitted a reassuring grin in return. Poor dear, he couldn't help but notice how the circles under contrasted with the color in Andre's eyes. "Maybe some fruits or a hard boiled egg could some benefit for you as well. It's not easy to maintain a healthy and restful in a setting like this, but we can all overcome that obstacle somehow.", he shrugged,"Don't worry, you'll be able to catch rest soon enough." Crossing one arm over while having the other hand rest below his chin, Rael watched the other do his work. His eyes went back and forth while observing. "Even in this unpleasant storm, she's still going. It's impressive that you can still manage under a sleepy condition, not many can do that like you, Mister Andre, right?"
Carsyn couldn't handle the storm any longer. Her very soul was trembling with the need to hide. Through the rain that soaked her shirt and pants, she couldn't spot any immediate danger anywhere near them. I should let Andre know that we're in the clear for right now. A poor excuse at an escape, but it was better than nothing, and she really was helping him out a bit by letting him know that their route was as clear as it could be. The girl scampered down the mast and landed on the deck with a wet thud, water splashing away from her feet, then hurried down to where she knew Andre would be. Mild surprise had her pausing when she spotted the cook there as well. Carsyn didn't know what to do and didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so she simply leaned against a wall and wrung out the water from her hair and clothing.
Andre let out a tired hum. "It's not the longest I've gone without sleep. Plus, terror for your life and everyone else's is a great way to stay awake." He chuckled quietly, shaking his head a little bit. "And by this point, I know the ship well enough that I don't need to be…you know, at my absolute best. I just have to stay alert enough to avoid a wreck." He explained to the cook. "It's like…at some point, the autopilot in my brain takes over for a while, I guess."
There wasn't much for Allison to do, yet, so she was finishing up on something she was making. It was was her own special project. It fits inside her pockets
(Have phones or, hell, walkie-talkies been invented yet in this roleplay? Just wanting to know…)
(No they have not.)
(Any form of radio communication is still a while away, but for the sake of this RP I'd say they might have an early form of the telegram? Maybe? But that's still technically- okay I'm being nerdy again just tell me to shut up.)
(Sorry,it would actually be closer to a telegraph. Probably.)
(And for the sake of this RP I'm probably not going to have anything like that be involved.)
She finished her project. It was an alert system to warn others if the ship was going off course. It was pretty neat.
(Wheres the captain rn?)
(He's currently in the engine room making checks on the equipment to make sure the ship doesn't go hurtling down to the Earth and killing them.)
(Wheres Allisons post?)
(Shawn's post is in his room. He just tinkers with stuff and makes new stuff.)
(Okay but what about Allison's post?)
(I think you're supposed to decide that. I'd say probably in the engine room, since, y'know, she's the mechanic, but I guess that's up to you)
(Okay)
"Hey, Captain! I made something I think you might like!" Allison said. The golden shine of the outer rim of the fog light made it really aesthetically pleasing.
(As the resident nerd I can confirm that mechanics tend to work where their skills are required 87% of the time. What about the other 13%? you say! Well, those are secrets no mortal was meant to know! eldritch horror squelching noises-)
"Right, uh huh," he said without paying attention. Right now he was arms-deep in a tangle of tubes and cogs and assorted metal pried up from the floor that was rattling seemingly nonstop. "Can you get me the emergency toolkit? S'over on the bench by the furnace." he waved a hand blackened by grease and gunk, and resumed his digging through the ship's components.
(Okay I have done some looking of things up and I believe it would be reasonable for there to be some radio communication but with the state of this world and our own historical context I'm drawing this from it would be reserved for military and the wealthy.)
(It would be probably very early stages and honestly I don't know about this stuff to decide so shrugs it's. Please don't expect me to Know Things.)
(yeah. This takes place approximately 1800's, yes? In which case, there is only limited radio (highly limited))
(Well I'm not sure what their year would be but it is based off of the Victiorian Era-ish/Industrial Revolution-ish plus a bit when Cathrine the Great was ruling but that's more the political system… and also not really also I'm gonna be offline for now see ya guys later!)
Allison got the emergency toolkit from off the bench.
"So, basically, its a fog light" Allison explained as she walked back over to Lio. "It beams only when theres thick clouds or fog and it brightens the path up so the navigatiors and such can see better!. Pretty cool if I do say so myself."
((Um, pretty sure that's the job of the navigator/lookout, but i dunno))