And, no, K... you go right ahead and keep naggin'... keeps us on our toes, yes?
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 13:26:26.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: My fault...
...got a collab with Celeste that's in my hands, now. Hoping to finish that off and get it tacked on today.
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 12:36:31.
Topic: Guest Floyd Subject: Nope...
...sometimes dead lets out a gods-awful howl and charges at you full-bore from an alleyway... then some knucklehead in your party throws a molotov at the thing and nearly cooks you along with the screamer!
Seems to me that I've had or, at least, heard this very conversation more than once in my gaming career, actually... Possibly even right here at the Inn. *wink*
Great job, as always!
Posted on 2012-05-09 at 18:02:59.
Topic: Web Princess' Birthday Subject: w00t! (and *cringe* at the same time) ;)
Happy Birthday, Ali...
...and, my sympathies, Olan!
Remember, facelicks and the statement "I will go back to prison if you touch my daughter" are always good "go tos".
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: LOL
Dibs on the ball pit!!! I'm gonna hide my whirly-gizmos in it!!! *grins*
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 21:08:53.
Topic: Realmcasters - CCG In Progress Subject: Gotta say...
...I've never really played any sort of CCG, myself. Watched, yes... Listened to others talk, yes... Gawked at the artwork on the cards, abso-friggin-lutely!
That said, I know there are a good number of Innmates that are total CCG geeks and could provide you with more helpful input on this than I ever could, MTG... Sooooo, Innmates o' mine, how about it? Any of you CCG fiends (or f(r)iends *cough* Pit *cough* got any words of wisdom for our mate, here?
P.S. Despite never having played, reading your post, there, has definitely made all the times I've watched make more sense... Good stuff, MTG! Thanks for sharing with us! +1
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 21:01:55.
Edited on 2012-05-08 at 21:03:27 by Eol Fefalas
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: Makes sense...
...for the engine to be on the lowest level, considering that's where the "paddle-wheels" would be poking out of the ship, right? Might even be a level above (in hopes of keeping the sand out, most likely) - half the level or so dedicated to engine and the rest cargo? *shrugs* I dunno... I'm no shipwright, I'm a navigator... I don't build 'em I just make 'em go places and try to keep 'em from getting lost, right?
Anyhoo... Just my inputs on the wheelhouse area, here... I kind of imagined the wheelhouse itself being located about 3/4 of the way toward the aft of the ship... one (maybe two) door leading out onto the deck and a hatch leading up to the "roof" of the wheel house where, likely, Sully's got some sort of observation platform set up (spyglass mounts, wind socks, weather vanes, etc)... Also figure that Sully's tiny little cabin is located directly beneath the wheelhouse and is accessible via a hatch in the floor not too far back from the console(s) where the levers, cranks, and whatnot used to actually steer the ship are located.
*shrugs*
Let me know if there's anything I can do to help out.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 20:56:09.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: Of course...
...we're trying to spoil you! What kind of Innmates would we be if we didn't, right?
A non-rotten Innmate is kinda lackluster, you know? Plus, the smell is kinda flat and boring. *winks*
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 20:43:26.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: Wowie-zowie!
It's a veritable flurry of posts! *grins*
Yay for Engie! Loved the "mental VR touchscreen" bit, little butterfly!
Looking very forward to getting everyone together and seeing how character interactions go around the table.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 20:31:48.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: And there you have it...
...Sully's first post.
Some liberties taken with Maggie's dialogue, obviously, but with Celeste's approval, so... *winks* ...enjoy!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 19:38:11.
Topic: The Flight of the Dawn Falcon Subject: Slummin'
Vexotia. Despite being the only true city in the vast expanse of the desert that was the world, it wasn’t a spot that Sully Star-Eyes would ever have put in the top five of his “interesting places to see” list. Sure, the city and the slums that sprawled around it offered more than a modicum of sanctuary from the often brutal sands, the market places were possibly the most reliable places for sandship crews to find the supplies and sundries they might need to sustain them for their next voyage over the dunes, and, if one was looking for conversation and companionship aside from those folks one considered crew-mates, this was certainly the place to find it. Regardless of what it had to offer, though, Sully was never anxious for The Dawn Falcon to port in, here, and, usually, more than ready to leave the place behind even before he steered Ardis’ ship into sight of the city.
For one thing, Vexotia was just too crowded for his liking. The slums seemed always to be elbow to elbow people, pressing much closer to one another than was comfortable for a man who had spent all the years he could remember aboard one ship or another, and had become accustomed to the personal space afforded to him as a result of living among a handful of people as opposed to a city full. He’d never been called “mutie,” “freak,” or “geek” by his crewmates, either… well, not in a long time, anyway, and never since he’d come aboard the Falcon… but, here in Vexotia, there was a noticeable disdain for folks that were as “uniquely affected” by the desert as Sullivan O’Shea. The very traits that made him valuable out there on the shifting sands made him somehow less than human here… And, on top of all of that, it was entirely too bright, here!
Of course, when the sun broke over the horizon, the whole world was subject to the intense glare of its blistering rays but, when the sun set out there amidst the dunes, Sully could turn off the lights and take off, at least one pair of the onyx-lensed goggles that he perpetually wore, and get a look at the world without filters. In the city, though, there were always lights burning somewhere… cook fires, torches, and oil lamps flickered and danced like tiny suns in the nighted slums, and, from the city itself came the eye-stabbing glare of gaslights and the explosively painful brilliance of those that were powered by electricity. The only escape from it, Sully had learned over the years, was to visit Vexotia only when absolutely necessary, and get in and out as quickly as possible when that necessity presented itself.
It was just such a necessity that found Sully navigating the Vexotian markets, today, in fact. The Falcon had taken a bit of a drubbing from the desert on this last cruise and, as such, the need for spare and replacement parts for a damaged turbine and other systems (not to mention the dwindling stockpiles in Maggie’s pantry) had given “Captain Kid” all the reason he had needed to have Sully plot a course for the lone city. So, thanks to artful navigation (if he did say so, himself), The Dawn Falcon wheeled in to Vexotia’s docks just before sunrise. Just in time, the navigator had thought, then, for him to be able to beat the dawn’s first rays into his cabin and blissfully sleep away the hours until dusk.
No such luck, though.
He had finished sealing the light out of his tiny cabin beneath the wheelhouse, had slung himself comfortably in his hammock, and had taken off his goggles, at last, when there came a quick rat-a-tat-tat! at his hatch…
Maggie’s spoon, Sully knew as he opened his eyes in the dark and blinked up at the latch he had forgotten to slip, Did I eat today?
“Sully,” Mags’ voice called out after another rapping of the spoon, “You’re not sleepin’ yet, are you?”
Sure, I ate… Had those dates a few hours ago… some olives and cheese… sometime.
“Yeah, Mags,” he answered, “I’m sleepin’ and dreamin’ and I already ate… I had some dates earlier, remember? You brought ‘em to me and said, ‘here Sully, eat these, you’re lookin’ peekid” and I said, ‘what’s peekid’, and you said ‘just eat the dates and drive the boat Sully,’ and I said ‘okay there, Mama Bear,’ and you said…”
“Sullivan O’Shea!” Mags’ voice took on that stern tone that made him wince…there was no need for one, strong whack with the spoon, either, aside from effect, “You are not sleeping! And if you’re not doing anything else, either, why don’t you come to the market with me? I could use the extra hands, and I’ll go whirly-gizmo gawking with you afterwards.”
“Gyros,” Sully could help but chuckle over his sigh as he reached for his goggles, “they’re called gyros, Mags.” He pulled the goggles down over his glittering eyes and rolled himself out of the hammock, still chuckling. It wasn’t like Maggie really cared what the real names of the gizmos and gadgets that Sully liked to shop for were, and it didn’t really matter how often she was corrected, either; to her, they were all whirly-gizmos. None of that mattered to Sully, though; Mags’ could call things whirly-gizmos and thing-a-ma-doodles all she wanted and Sully would still be happy to have her along while he sought them out in the markets. It was always better than going by himself. “Come on in,” he called as he tugged his boots back on, “the hatch is unlocked and I’m mostly dressed.
Hey! Do ya think we’ll be able to get some pomegranates this time? I like those things… annoying as all hell to peel and pull the seeds out of but soooo worth it, you know? And what about some meat? Think we can get some meat and maybe have kebabs sometime, soon? I was thinkin’ about kebabs just the other day and…”
“Are you going to talk, Sully,” Mags’ giggled as the hatch opened and flooded Sully’s cabin with light, “or are you going to get your stuff and come with me?”
Even behind the protective lenses of the goggles, Sully squinted his eyes almost shut to filter out the light when he grinned up at Mags; “Probably both, Mama Bear…”
There was no probably to it… Sully kept talking even as he finished getting ready for their trip into the market…continued prattling on, sometimes to himself, as he jandered along beside the exceedingly tall woman into the slums… and was still talking as Maggie came close to ticking off the last few items remaining on her list…
“Holy Hannah,” the gangly navigator exclaimed as they wove their way through a cluster of stalls in the market and he spotted a vendor hawking not only a good supply of current tech but, also, what looked like a fairly decent assortment of pre-des knick-knacks. “Hey, Mags,” he beamed, not realizing that he’d absently started to wander towards the booth already, “do ya think we can come back this way when we’re done with the groceries?”
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 19:34:32.
Topic: Brewing my own beer... Subject: Mmmm... late night with a blonde...
... I can totally dig it!
In fact, lemme tell ya a li'l story about a late night, a blonde, and an attic... *reads blog*... Oh... that kind of blonde... ... never mind. *wink*
Love reading this, by the by, Olan... I've not gotten into home brewing, myself, but can say I've learned a bit more about it thanks to your updates.
Also... still can't wait to sample that red you've got in the works.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 15:52:17.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Just a quick note on subplots, gang!
If you're planning on anything major happening before the Moon slips her moorings, you may want to be quick... In game time, we're shy of twelve hours before we ship out and our wee monkey charter's not liable to take delays well at all... and Jericho's not inclined to turn away from an "easy" 20,000 Lords. *winks*
Not to say that you shouldn't continue with the developments, of course, just that, if you want it to affect the upcoming run in any way, it'll need to happen in the next 12 hours (game time)... otherwise, our crew may not "suffer any fallout" from them until we port back in following our cruise wit' th' wee monkey!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 15:12:12.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Glad to have you back, mate!
Even happier to know that the 'oogies' have finally abandoned their assault on you and yours.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 14:13:51.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: LOL
In real life, I sound nothing like what I sound like on the Inn. *winks*
Ask Celeste... she'll tell ya... I sound like an oompa loompa with a helium addiction. *griiiiiiiiins*
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 13:41:14.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: Spongebob... *cringes*
... can't stand that guy! I guess, though, that if I've gotta have a voice from the show associated with me, Mr Krabs is a decent choice.
*skitters off, chuckling*
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 13:17:41.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: Okay...
...am now officially creeped out by the Doc. Sully'll be sure to stay healthy and un-boo-booed!
Great job on the pics, Kriea's friend! They're all fantastic!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 11:30:47.
Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A Subject: "Eat the dates...
...and drive the boat, Sully!"
Yes ma'am... ma'am!
Just sayin', though... we already got her and all... why not collect the reward and then kidnap her back? Think about it... we could...
Why don't we kidnap her? I mean... I'm sure we could use the marks, right? And, it's not like we're torturing her or nothin', is it? Noooooooooo.... I think it's a smart move...
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 02:37:06.
Topic: Happy Birthday, Tiamat! Subject: There you are!
Been waiting to give you your b-day +1 all day long!
Mmmmm... catfish... hush puppies.... *drools*
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 02:35:14.
Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A Subject: Aye, an' thar be a fine wind fer the sails, innit?
Spectacular post, ladies!
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