forum Yellow Submarine // Experienced roleplayers only // Inspired by a Jules Verne book// CLOSED - 9/9

Started January 06, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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alright, she looks great! everybody ready to start?

Yep!

Yeeee

Absolutely

The sun had chosen to favour the inhabitants of the fishing town that day, reaching through the cloud cover to bathe each building in pleasant warmth. It danced on the unusually still waters of the sea, fragmenting the great blue with snatches of light. Above, seagulls circled in the salty air, on the lookout for a fallen piece of food to snack on.

A winding, cobbled street ran by a restaurant by the shore, bustling with the usual activity of a Saturday morning. There were things to be done, fish to be caught, friends to be met, errands to run, and most of them on foot, due to the size and simple population of the town. And it was here that the to-be crew of the Revolver had chosen to begin their journey from, not some big city or popular dock. For one, it was closer to a reef of interest to them than any of the more commonplace locations, and for another, they didn't want to attract a large crowd. With this many women on the ship, protests were sure to be raised, not to mention the fact that they could make the newspaper before publishing any findings of theirs. So, if they failed, they would be known to the public as just that; a failure.

At the designated beachside restaurant, a young woman waited, alone at a table for eight. None of her future colleagues had arrived yet, and why should they? She was twenty minutes early, in a rush to snatch a table for the lot before there was no space left. The woman– Dara Walsh, the veterinarian– tapped an unsteady rhythm out onto the wooden surface of the table, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. None of the teammates had actually met yet, only communicated via letters after they'd each responded to the advertisement sent out by the future captain of their submarine. A thrill went through Dara, despite her nerves. Two years on a submarine, studying the wonder that was the ocean world? It sounded like absolute paradise, not to mention a place to freely practice her work without judgement.

Sighing, she turned her head to the window, the ghost of a smile flickering across her features.

Lotus was walking through the town adjusting their cap constantly. They were finally meeting the other members of the Revolver, and the ship from England had just arrived in town late last night. So to say that they were a little tired was an understatement, especially as it took them passing the restaurant a third time before realizing that was their meeting place. They shook their head and gave themselves a quick slap to the cheeks before walking in. They assumed that the table with the most spots would be where the crew met, as it was a larger crew. Lotus, no they knew them as Louis, spotted a table with plenty of open spots and a single women sitting there. They put on their best friendly impression and walked over to the lady, "'Ello there. You wouldn't happen to be a member of the Revolver would you?"

Dara glanced back, her eyes falling on the man before her. She stood, a small, excited smile making its way onto her face, and extended a hand. "Dara Walsh, Veterinarian. I believe we corresponded via letter?" Of course, she wasn't sure which of the crewmates this was, but she supposed she'd find out soon enough. "And you are?" The sun filtered through the slightly dirty window pane, casting a warm glow over her face.

(Every time I remember their fake name I start laughing.)

"Of course. I'm Louis Bloke, master of all things electrical and navigation," they smiled and shook Dara's hand. They took a seat next to the veterinarian and let out a big yawn. The sun was being rude to their eyes and Lotus didn't appreciate it. They let out a little laugh, "Sorry if I seem a bit tired. Ship came in late last night."

Dara re-seated herself, the knot of tension easing slightly. One down, six more to meet.. "Oh, it's no problem, I understand. Where did you come in from?" Though being social wasn't exactly her forte, she was determined to do her best now and make a good impression. After all, she'd be on the same ship– well, submarine– as these people for two years, if all went well, they'd all have to get along.

"Britain," Lotus wanted to be pleasant now, so when they were on the submarine they could be more themselves without question. They only had to do this six more times. That sounded exhausting, "How about you? Where did you come from?"

Cassian walked down the street absently, mind literally on the clouds as he thought about which blend of chemicals he would need to power his invention up into the air. The irony did not escape him as he thought. He was looking into research for getting ships into the air but going down under the sea for two years. He shook his head, running a hand through his wavy hair. Pausing at the end of the street in confusion, he realized he had walked right past where he was supposed to meet others of the crew. He adjusted his suit before stepping into the restaurant and spotting others at a rather large table.
He stepped up to said table, mind suddenly going blank on what to say.

Dara was about to respond to the question, when the door of the restaurant swung open and a man walked up to their table. He paused and went still, and she took his silence as an opportunity to rise and offer her hand. “You’re here for the Revolver project, I presume? Dara Walsh, Nice to meet you.”

Lotus gave the newcomer a smile and wave. Retaining their polite and friendly appearance at least until everyone had arrived, "And I'm Louis Bloke. What's your name anyway?"

Cassian started as if not realizing that they would actually speak to him as long as he just stood there. He reached up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. "Erm–Yes–The Revolver project. That is me. I mean–I am apart of that." He sighed forcing himself to relax. "I'm Cassian Vancorvin. The Lab Tech and Researcher." He finally sat, folding his long form into one of the chairs.

Dara sat, offering a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Cassian, I’m the Veterinarian.” She folded her hands in her lap, passing the man a menu. “I presume that the others will arrive soon.”

Lotus watched as Cassian sat down. They nodded and looked at the menu, "It's a pleasure to meet you Cassian. I suppose I forgot to mention I'm your navigator and electrician on the Revolver."

Avril was grateful she hadn't decided to wear a long sleeve dress. She walked at a brisk pace along the cobblestone path with her head down, the brim of her hat casting a shadow along her face. Despite her desire to, she didn't linger at the stores, she had a meeting to get to. Besides, this place was unfamiliar, she could hardly predict how'd they behave towards her, so why take the risk. She glanced up from time to time to check the signs on the various stores and soon she spotted the restaurant. She entered quickly, brushing flying strands of cinnamon brown hair from her face, she straightened her shoulders. There were a few people at a large table and she thought it was her best bet.
"Hello…" She said as she approached, removing her hat. "I am Avril Whitcomb. Are you for the Revolver project?"

Dara stood— again— and offered a hand. “Nice to meet you, and yes. I’m Dara Walsh, Veterinarian.” If she was being honest, the repeated introductions were beginning to wear her thin, but she supposed it was necessary.

Lotus was getting sick of introducing themselves. They let out a sigh and tipped their cap the newest person, "Louis Bloke. Navigation, Sonar and Electronics technician."

Cassian glanced up at the young woman that had joined them, his mouth drying and cheeks turning red as he beheld her. He stood quickly, bumping both his knees into the table in his haste. Items spilled everywhere, but he paid them no matter as he stuck his hand out to the beautiful woman. Her pale brown skin glowed in the late morning light, adding a softness to her that radiated joy. "Cassian Vancorvin." He said brilliantly, no hello or polite introduction. If he were being honest, he'd spent way too much time in his lab to ever learn how to talk to women…or people for that matter.