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A Dohwar, a Giff, and a Satyr walk into a bar [IC Thread]
Rupert, in a effort to keep busy and be productive, stoods on the underside rear fin of the ship, a tether line securing him to the deckrail topside.  He had just finished scrubbing a few dark spots on the underside of the fin that he had spotted the evening before and wanted to make sure they were something like Krajen barnacles or even worse.  Cash stands on the stern deck, ready to pull Rupert in if needed, and Chick was watching the Giff from the helm as well, just in case.  

Melville stood at the navigator's station, playing around with different search patterns to suggest to find the Flow river they were going to be looking for once they got out of the shell.  Threadvine is standing with him, listening to the Dohwar's suggestions and reviewing the map notations that had been.  Bazz just finished his jamming shift, and Chick has taken the helm.  Her eyes were washed out as she maintained a watch on Rupert, but she says to Bazz, "Slick didn't have them ready before my shift, but when she has a few flapjacks made, could you bring me a plate with heavy syrup, please?"

Slick and Ashheart are working on first shift meal, and Bill, Royce, and Annabelle were on the main deck, working on tightening up the deck netting.  Anders is asleep down in quarters.

As Rupert stands and stretches, enjoying his inversion to most of the crew and the different perspective that it afforded.  He looks up and sees a momentary flash of light, like from a mirror reflecting sunlight, but almost as quickly as he registered it it was already gone.  Looking for the source, he pivots around, trying to look every direction at once.  Just as he was about to mark it off as a weird one time event he catches sight of something strange just as it drifts through the gravity plane towards the top of the ship.  It appears to be a odd, roughly triangular prism of near perfectly transparent glass.  The only reason he could spot it at all was a momentary halo of reflected light from the glowsticks that illuminated the top side of the deck, and then it is gone again.  Even that may have just been a weird trick of light.

What does Rupert do?  He cannot hear anything from the rest of the crew that indicates someone else has seen it. {Literally everyone else on board, even Bill, Royce and Annabelle on watch failed the check}
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S WE COULD SIT DOWN - by Rupert Gladestone - 12-01-2020, 05:47 AM
RE: A Dohwar, a Giff, and a Satyr walk into a bar [IC Thread] - by GM Anthraxus - 01-19-2021, 08:52 PM



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