@Lenered
Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone for two weeks because I'm going on a trip. Feel free to move around my characters, but don't kill them or anything, okay? Don't let the rp die while I'm gone. Thanks and adios!
Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone for two weeks because I'm going on a trip. Feel free to move around my characters, but don't kill them or anything, okay? Don't let the rp die while I'm gone. Thanks and adios!
(Uh, @PuffPoff, because your character is like a daredevil type, he could have a “gunner” artillery position. Here’s more info… http://www.thewayofthepirates.com/pirate-life/who-is-who/)
(Alright I'll make him a Gunner)
(Bumping…)
After a brief meditation, Lucy stood from her spot on the floor, stretching and popping her tense joints. She hummed softly as she stepped over to a small chest setting the two crystals back inside with many others. She had done all her meditation and grounding exercises for the day, maybe she should check and see how the rest of the crew was doing. Yes, it was her job, but she genuinely cared about these other people. So, she stepped out of her room, heading up to the main deck at a leisurely pace.
Peyton resisted the urge to throw all of the star charts out into space. She sighed as she stepped away and walked out to the deck. She was not having a breakdown today. No siree. Nope. Nada. She had already had three from this morning alone.
Lucky sat hunched over an old, soiled map on one of the wooden tables in the main room of the ship, mumbling incoherent words to himself as he furrowed his brow faintly in thought. He had tried to keep himself from sitting with a slouched posture, but he could never seem to break the habit. Even though Lucky should have brought the piece of parchment to Peyton, Lucy, or Dara, he continued to work on studying the map stubbornly, hoping that the merchant they had been told to meet up with at the last dock wasn't lying.
Lucy stepped out onto deck, exhaling slowly at the cool air. It got stuffy below deck at times, so she liked to come above deck to relax quite often. She noticed another young woman who seemed a bit stressed, and Lucy made her way over to the familiar face. “Peyton,” she chirped, her usual warm, friendly smile playing on her lips.
Peyton felt a smile arise on her face as Lucy walked over. Her stress seemed to lessen, "Hey Lucy. How's life going?"
Cade stood on the deck, twirling a small pistol in his right hand. (Question: Do they have space suits on or does the deck have some sort of oxygen dome above it?)
(Hm, probably anoxygen dome. Or does anyone have any ideas? Maybe Kameo makes them take a drug to make sure they can breathe?)
(The drug idea does sound good, though a dome would make sense to also help with a lack of gravity)
“Oh, very relaxing the past few days, thank you for asking. I haven’t been too busy like I usually am, I have no idea what to do with my free time,” Lucy answered with a light, infectious laugh. “And how about you? Anything interesting going on lately?”
Peyton let out a light laugh before groaning, "Nothing super interesting. Except for the fact that star charts can be absolutely infuriating. I wish I had free time, if only I had a map to work off of."
“I’m sure that you’ll get the hang of it, you’re one of the best! And if you need help with managing your anger, I’m always around to offer advice,” Lucy hummed, rocking back and forth on her heels as he reached up to straighten her glasses and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
Peyton smiled at Lucy. Her body positioned relaxed, "Thanks. I would love advice with my anger. I have a strange feeling I'm going to need it in the near future."
“Really?” Lucy asked with a wide, vibrant smile. She was excited to have someone willingly come to her instead of having to put up what she was sure had to be considered nagging. Most took her as strange anyways- a woman who lost her baby who resorted to crystal methods, something considered to be low level witchcraft.
Peyton nodded, "Yeah. I mean you nag at us all the time, but I think it'll be useful for me. I'm pretty open minded to whatever you got for me."
Lucy gave a nervous laugh as she rubbed at the nape of her neck, nodding slowly. “Yes, well, it gets a bit hard when not everyone approves of my methods,” she pointed out, loosely folding her hands.
Peyton thought for a second before shrugging, "I suppose. I thought more of the crew would be okay with them. I mean, we aren't exactly overly close minded here."
“When I joined the crew, I believed so too,” Lucy said with a loose shrug, her smile faltering for a split second before it went back to normal. “I guess people who haven’t felt the mental healing of crystals would think that it’s a wild therapy to use, but it isn’t my plac either judge the beliefs of others.”
Peyton gave Lucy a smile as she said, "Well I'm willing to try it. If you think it would help me of course. Besides I don't really know all that much about you, since I'm normally stuck in the navigation room all day."
“Oh, well I could always tell you about myself. We could go back to my room and try a few things, if you’re able to right now? Maybe it would be good to take a break from the stressful maps,” Lucy said with a soft bit of laughter.
Peyton gave a sideways smile, "That sounds like a great idea. I can do now, no more star charts for me."
“Great!” Lucy said, smile brightening. She motioned for Peyton to follow her as she walked back towards the entrance to go below deck. “While we walk tell me about the current emotions you are struggling with.”
Peyton followed after Lucy. When she asked the question Peyton sighed and thought for a second, "A lot of frustration, anger, stress, and this one emotion I can't exactly describe. But it isn't a good one and it's pretty strong."
“Alright, well that’s something to work with. What emotion do you wanting to be feeling the most at this point in time?” Lucy asked as she headed below deck and down the halls.
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