Come in, let's not have this rp die again!

HEY CREW. I'm reviving the RP again because it is my favourite and that's all I have to say about that. The last post didn't really get underway, but the gist of it is:

Samuel is on the beach (with several members of the crew).
Zeke is investigating something that may or may not be a stink-smelling marooned island man.
Ishqueg (and several members of the crew) are in search of fresh water.
Tully (and several members of the crew) have brought a longboat ashore along with some provisions.
Other members are turning up/washing ashore/what have you as time goes on.

Just a reminder just because we don't have eighty gajillion players running around doesn't mean that EVERYONE ON THE SHIP DIED. I think the term Non-Playable Character applies here. Just IMAGINE there are more crew loitering around than are being played, okay? And trust me, when I get back to Canada I will swing into full RP-promotion mode. Because the Anarchist Revolution? It kicks ass.

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"This is shit."

It wasn't like Samuel to make such a negative declaration, but sitting on the beach, watching the foamy white waves crest over the reef and wash against the side of his stranded ship, the captain could not help but feel a slight pang of hopelessness. True, the situation was not impossible- he had been in tighter spots before- but to be hit by calamity so soon after taking on fresh crew seemed almost comically unfortunate.

"'Tis a fine joke, t'be sure, ending up like this as we 'ave..." he said at length, rubbing the side of his jaw. "But I'm afraid the punchline was a bit lost on me."

Pressing a hand against the sand the captain rose to his feet, testing his right leg, which had grown to ache over the hours. He imagined a great bruise awaited his inspection, but until he had such a luxury as privacy, the good captain had little interest in exhibiting the slightest modicum of weakness before those that remained of his crew. Mutinies had been had over trifling coughs in situations such as this, and Samuel had little interest in feeding the fires of his crew's unrest.

Turning to his left he glanced at Salvador. His navigator had clearly seen better days, but as the time passed the sea-weathered man was seeming to improve by slight increments.

"Any luck sortin' out our position yet, Salvi? Or is it all double vision and spinnin' stars for ye, yet?"

AVAST CREW.

Well, It be a fresh year and I think that means a FRESH POST IN YE OLDE PIRATE RP, WHADDYASAY? Basically this will just be a continuation of the previous post, but FRESH AND NEW AND RIGHT THERE ON YOUR FRIENDS PAGE FOR EASY ACCESS. I am really bad in that the second a post is off my friends page I kind of forget about it, but maybe my new years resolution can be: seriously Sfé stop forgetting that you are all about the good ship Rev'.

I know a few comments weren't replied to in the last post- I apologize for that. I'd love it with cherries on top if you could just find it in your hearts to jump right in on this post, though. IT WOULD MAKE MY NEW YEAR, IS WHAT I'M SAYING. A'ight? A'IGHT.

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( Washed Ashore part 3 )

Sheana:  Hey cats, new entry! This isn't a new storyline, time period, or anything like that; it's a direct continuation of the last entry's story. I'm making a new post because a.) the old one is pretty darn buried on our Friends pages by now, and b.) after a certain amount of posts the various threads and responses in an entry can get a little confusing, and some threads and posts get automatically collapsed to save space, making it even more confusing.

So for the sake of sanity, here's Part 2 of the ongoing story segment. You don't have to respond directly to Salvi if your character's been doing something else, just post normally and interact with the characters you were with before. Keep the train a'movin' and here's hoping even more folks show up, eh?

(Note: for now, I'm gonna say that only mods should make new continuation posts. We'll see how it goes.)


Washed Ashore Part 1:  http://community.livejournal.com/goodshiprev/8197.html


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Sfe: OKAY OKAY OKAY. PIRATES WORD UP.

We are picking up the RP and you are all invited to join in. I am 800% in Germany right now, but the great thing about LiveJournal is that it knows no time zone.
I wrote this post as a continuation of the last post- just assuming that the selkies have been pissy bitches and thrown the ship (and its crew) ashore. Whether the crew find themselves on the treasure-laden Ghost island Samuel was sailing for, or another island entirely (perhaps populated by a rogue castaway?...) remains to be seen.

ALL I KNOW IS KORY DREW ADORABLE TINY PIRATES AND IF THAT ISN'T REASON ENOUGH TO RP THAN NOTHING IS.

Ready? 1, 2, 3, ARR
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(  Washed Ashore )

Sfe MAN, GOOD SHIP WHAT? GOOD SHIP REV.

Honest to god I have been busy striking and puppeting and boozing it up with friends and I forgot how pansexual I am for pirates. BUT I REMEMBER NOW.

Honestly I haven't caught up on the last post: This one is just to remind me how absolutely gay I am for pirates. I'm tellin' ya, if pirates were a moderately hot indie chick I would so take her to the prom.

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It's not that Samuel was a picky eater- so long as it wasn't moving (much) he was happy to stick a fork in it- it's just that...

"This is repulsive."

Whatever was sliding around the bottom of his bowl had the texture of rancid boiled seaweed and the smell of low tide. Samuel had eaten some disgusting things in his life, but sitting in the galley nestled in the belly of his own ship he liked to pretend he was entitled to something better than what could only be described as "whipped barnacle scrapings."

Propping his tattooed elbow against the galley table he put his chin in his palm, calloused fingers pulling at his tangled beard. As of late he had begun making a habit of eating with his crew- not because he felt it humbled him to any extent, or because he thought it raised morale for his cutthroats to see him dine amongst them- he simply did it because at the moment his cabin was home to the sea spirit he had taken captive after pillaging the good ship Ambiance, and he wasn't entirely comfortable stuffing his face in her company.

Instead the great beast of a pirate captain had taken a seat at one of the long galley tables, half a water stained crew log taken from the Ambiance spread before him, absently stirring his meal with a stolen spoon as he poured over the nearly illegible script.

"Bloody useless light in here, too. God damn, are we all so sunken that our eyes have taken a turn towards the nocturnal?"

It was safe to say that, hungry and missing the comforts of his own cabin, the captain was not in a good mood.

To whom it may concern,

Pardon, I don't want to be a burden but I tried getting in on this game, and was left stranded. You see, I just got on the ship (way back when you were recruiting the crew) and the accountant "Mitchell, Roy & Wilson" was offering me a job to stay on the ship as an assistant,  and after my post about that I was a musician, I got No Reply! So I'm sorta stuck in limbo here, I don't know if I'm on the ship or not. Don't know what I'm supposed to do.  Missed a few battles, and left scratching me ears wondering what to do with meself. Help a mute fella out, please?

Yours respekfully,

- Jaz

Lunar: Because someone said we should have a post. And if worse comes to worse, at least standing around and doing nothing in character is almost always better than standing around and doing nothing out of character. We'll say this is three or four days after the last thread, eh?

( Generally, on a morning when she had no specific duties until after breakfast, Josiane would not have been out of her hammock until the food had nearly gone cold. )

Hey guys? Hello?

seems things have stagnated again and we can't be having with that. Come on people, where you all at?