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ximilia2023-08-22 09:49 am
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2023-08-22 09:49 am
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[video] a ridiculous mission-related post | un: newt
Hey, hey! Guys, can you do me a favor, and tell me what I'm looking at?
[Huh, that's a weird request. But if you check in to look at... whatever the heck Newt's looking at, you'll find that he's currently standing in the middle of one of the captain's cabins in The Hawking. They're (thank god) not in the cabin to catch him, and the people looking at the video (which is through Newt's eyes, cool) may note that it's full of books and historical documents, enough that the small beds in the corner of the room are practically buried in it.
(Hey! Minimus will notice a stack of books catalogued to the side that he'd helped collect.)
Newt seems a little clumsy, bumping into some books and maps, knocking them down by accident. Is he drunk?* No, he doesn't sound drunk. From the looks of it, you'd think he had lost his glasses**. He clumsily unrolls some maps, squinting hard at them, trying to make them come into proper form. The map he has open is as follows:]
Most of the maps illustrate Hhial's different countries, with great detail of the terrain and landscape of Kellir, Muchter, and Zefindam. There is a map or two of the distant islands around the surrounding area, many with black marked X's crossed over certain islands, and of course, a map with the different routes drawn out to get to the Golden Haven. One map depicts the greater part of this world with all of Hhial included and calligraphic script written on the bottom left-hand corner that reads:
When the sky bleeds red, hoist the sails due east. A key of gold awaits.
(quoted from search request, located here.)
[Newt taps his finger on the map urgently.]
You guys see anything useful? Yes, no? Hot, cold? Ugh, why, at a time like this — Hey, this is a great time to talk about my worst quality! Personal goal stuff, kill two birds with one stone, you know? My worst trait is stumbling into really stupid situations! Totally my worst and only bad trait.
[Some more hurried scuffling around the room; there are also 'a few accessories, trinkets, and tools on their shared desk. It's in the kind of disarray that seems chaotic from an outside perspective but likely has meaning and order to the captains that occupy this room.' Newt, someone anxious, pats around the desk for anything interesting. It's really weird to see someone seemingly struggling to see anything clearly when the video is so clear, but that's why he's relying on you guys! You're his eyes! Kinda.
He picks up random objects, eventually getting to one of actual note:
A cracked wax seal with Kellir's emblem pressed into it.
It looks as if someone had scratched it off the backside of an envelope, but there's no sight of any envelope or letter around the desk to match it. Newt seems to squint at the glob of dried wax and the Kellir emblem, and then GASPS—
And tosses the seal away.]
Ugh! What kind of weirdos hoard their gum on top of the desk?
Put it under the desk like a normal person!
[*Newt is currently partially blind due to his regret change. At a most inconvenient time!
**Don't worry, he hasn't lost his glasses again.]
[Huh, that's a weird request. But if you check in to look at... whatever the heck Newt's looking at, you'll find that he's currently standing in the middle of one of the captain's cabins in The Hawking. They're (thank god) not in the cabin to catch him, and the people looking at the video (which is through Newt's eyes, cool) may note that it's full of books and historical documents, enough that the small beds in the corner of the room are practically buried in it.
(Hey! Minimus will notice a stack of books catalogued to the side that he'd helped collect.)
Newt seems a little clumsy, bumping into some books and maps, knocking them down by accident. Is he drunk?* No, he doesn't sound drunk. From the looks of it, you'd think he had lost his glasses**. He clumsily unrolls some maps, squinting hard at them, trying to make them come into proper form. The map he has open is as follows:]
Most of the maps illustrate Hhial's different countries, with great detail of the terrain and landscape of Kellir, Muchter, and Zefindam. There is a map or two of the distant islands around the surrounding area, many with black marked X's crossed over certain islands, and of course, a map with the different routes drawn out to get to the Golden Haven. One map depicts the greater part of this world with all of Hhial included and calligraphic script written on the bottom left-hand corner that reads:
When the sky bleeds red, hoist the sails due east. A key of gold awaits.
(quoted from search request, located here.)
[Newt taps his finger on the map urgently.]
You guys see anything useful? Yes, no? Hot, cold? Ugh, why, at a time like this — Hey, this is a great time to talk about my worst quality! Personal goal stuff, kill two birds with one stone, you know? My worst trait is stumbling into really stupid situations! Totally my worst and only bad trait.
[Some more hurried scuffling around the room; there are also 'a few accessories, trinkets, and tools on their shared desk. It's in the kind of disarray that seems chaotic from an outside perspective but likely has meaning and order to the captains that occupy this room.' Newt, someone anxious, pats around the desk for anything interesting. It's really weird to see someone seemingly struggling to see anything clearly when the video is so clear, but that's why he's relying on you guys! You're his eyes! Kinda.
He picks up random objects, eventually getting to one of actual note:
A cracked wax seal with Kellir's emblem pressed into it.
It looks as if someone had scratched it off the backside of an envelope, but there's no sight of any envelope or letter around the desk to match it. Newt seems to squint at the glob of dried wax and the Kellir emblem, and then GASPS—
And tosses the seal away.]
Ugh! What kind of weirdos hoard their gum on top of the desk?
Put it under the desk like a normal person!
[*Newt is currently partially blind due to his regret change. At a most inconvenient time!
**Don't worry, he hasn't lost his glasses again.]
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Joric, man, it's great to see you.
... Or, uh. Kinda see you. You're just a big fat blob of colors right now.
[He rubs the back of his neck, still a little worried.
After all, they got limited time.]
I... knocked over some books over there?
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You did find some interesting things. The one you threw down is a wax seal with the symbol of Kellir on it. I'd be interested to know what it came off of, since there's little reason for anyone from there to write to pirates.
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Then they're working with that fancy-smancy rich lady! Probably!
[He's so eloquent. As he stumbles closer, he motions to the maps.]
I got a feeling it'd be in our best interest to swipe that map. But later! I think maybe I got an idea about that, when I can think clearly. And see clearly. [... After a moment (and confident Joric has cleaned up the maps in question), he proceeds to sigh and lift his arms. Like a toddler needing to get lifted up.] Okay, I'm ready big guy. Cart me like a sack of potatoes.
no subject
[ It's mused quietly as he tries to put the room back to rights. That riddle on the map is a curious thing and he wonders if one of the twins wrote it there or if the map came like that. But once he's straightened up he turns towards Newt and a crooked smile graces his lips. ]
We both know this is the easiest way.
[ And with that said he tosses Newt over his shoulder and carefully turns to head out, making sure to duck low enough that he doesn't smack Newt's ass into the door frame. ]
Where am I placing you?
no subject
But he is very expertly flopped across Joric's shoulder, like a good boy.]
I was thinking 'drank too much rum and needs to go to bed' was a good strategy.
Whaddya think?
... Rum sounds really nice right now...
no subject
[ Joric starts carrying him to the sleeping area, nodding quietly at people they pass and occasionally muttering "He's drunk," as an explanation. ]
Do you know anyone who has any?
no subject
That's not a question I'd expect on a pirate ship. Doesn't booze just run down the decks?
[But actually-]
... This ship's definitely not the kind of pirate crew my world would have had in mind.
no subject
[ But he gets Newt's point. It does seem to be the standard drink around here. Joric just isn't sure who would be willing to share. They'd probably want something in return. ]
Your world is familiar with pirates? I suppose mine might be. There is a seafaring culture south of my land. Who knows what they do down there?
no subject
[Laughing, he almost seems to get comfy where he's slumped. You'd think he's starting to find it a normal means of travel at this point. Who needs Uber when you've got Joric? Totally makes sense.]
We had these kinds of pirates, kinda, yeah. It's been a loooong time since they've been like this! Nowadays, pirates are just criminals nobody likes. I mean, the oldschool ones were, too, but at least they had some flair about them.
no subject
What do you mean by flair?
[ By now he's entered the bunk area and is getting ready to set Newt down. ]
no subject
[He chuckles, more than amused as he clumsily climbs off Joric.
And very nearly faceplants.]
The viking-looking look! Leather boots and fur linings and tattoos and beards. Lots of people are into that style... But a lot of people don't realize pirates are way more grimy than in their imaginations...
no subject
They could do with bathing more often.
[ He knows the word viking because people have used it to describe him before. He assumes it's some group of earth people that look similar to his own. ]
Then you would say I have better flair than they do?
[ Not that it's a competition or anything... ]
no subject
Backwards sitting, like a true rule-breaker.]
Why, would you be totally put-out if I said yeah?
[He gives pause, letting the teasing settle in.]
Heh, I'm kidding! You've got way more flair than them. Also, you know. The bathing thing you mentioned. They could take a few pointers.
no subject
Good to know. Well, I have deposited you safely. Try not to get into any trouble.
[ He's about to head off before adding: ]
And do not walk around on deck until your sight returns. You may just fall overboard.
no subject
I solemnly vow to not leave until I've got 20/20 vision again.
no subject
All right. I'll speak with you later.