Name: Eric aka Dbow
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Height:6 foot
Part: Crew
Body build: Athletic
Background: Eric was dragged on the ship by his friend Garla who said they should go and see the world.
Actions: Wakes up and sits up, stays sitting until the pounding of his head stops. Looks himself over and then looks around to take in his surroundings.
Moderated event begins in T - 3.5 hours.
Sportzman1, annoyed by MSJ's selfishness decides that he will go to the light house, hoping he will be able to ease his wounds there, being a south paw would make the arm easier to cope with.
MSJ looked around, Garla quickly piped up: "I'm up for it captain!". MSJ thought for a second before giving him a quick bop on the head. "I'm the captain and I decide, you sit your ass back down there. We send the other two." MSJ snapped while pointing at Gavin and "Why'd you ask then?" Garla quietly muttered. MSJ lowered an eyebrow. "Er... Aye aye Captain".
Garla realized that MSJ was off his rocker trying to send an elderly vacationer out to the lighthouse, so he sighed and motioned to the injured Sportsman. "You there, cripple, you go look." Sportsman rolled his eyes, at the shortsighted order "Fine, I'll go" he said before climbing down to the dock and proceeding out toward the lighthouse. Garla began looking around the deck for supplies and came across some rope, a bucket, a fishing rod, and a pack of emergency candles.
MSJ looked around the deck. "There must be something of use up here, maybe a sword! Yeah!". MSJ dug through small heaps of rubble before locating a bill hook which he tossed aside and a cane. "I can use this". Gavin quickly picked up the bill hook. "Are you sure you don't want to trade" he suggested, offering the bill hook out to MSJ. Gavin would have far more use for the cane than himself.
Before he could answer, two more bodies began to stir. Tricky popped up, bright eyed, and proceeded directly to MSJ to see how he could help out. Perhaps his schooling could help them out of this bind somehow, although... the matter looked like a job for a welder... which he wasn't... Eric wasn't quite as bright eyed, he had a splitting headache and sat on the deck holding his forehead.
Al has made it back with the bottle of brandy. "Oy, looks like the lot of you are up! ...and it looks like you're the reason I went to get the medicine" He remarked, handing the bottle to Eric. Garla was lighting up one of his emergency candles when Al interrupted him "Hey, I hope you're not planning on camping out here in the rain... why don't you follow me up to the house? You folks like being wet or something? Anyway... I'm going back to the house right now, and you're nuts to not follow me." Al was clearly annoyed with the wetness, and started back out onto the dock and toward a path leading inland.
Meanwhile, Sportsman had finally made it to the lot the lighthouse was built on. He could see a pathway to the right of the shed on which a small barn, or shed, was built. Past the shed there was a second path, a straight path leading back to the shore line and extending further inland. He thought he heard footsteps running down that path, but the rain was loud and he wasn't sure. The ground was muddy, the lighthouse was just a lighthouse, perhaps he didn't feel like checking it out after all. Nevertheless, he stood by the door to the lighthouse in contemplation. It wasn't locked.
[Status]
All crew members appear to be awake. When new people join they will appear on the deck of the ship with the explanation that they were assumed to be dead.
Further on in the story there will be new optional spawn points, but they will not be introduced as such until the locations are discovered in a plotworthy manner.
Action: Inter-player
Eric takes a swig of brandy. After a little of its warmth he gets up and looks around till he finds Garla and offers him a swig.
Looks around at some of the crew sharing some brandy. "Aye! might as well follow this old cook to his house for the night...or day, whatever it is we're in. We'll work out plans for our own shelter after we've had some rest."
Takes a look at the cane he's holding and looks at Gavin. Tosses Gaving the cane, "Here, maybe this will help you keep up with the rest of us."
Takes a pull from the brandy and passes it to MSJ. Follows Dbow and the geezer after collecting his items and muttering "You always need rope..."
I follow the rest of the group, wondering why MSJ has no respect for his elders!
Sportzman, still irritated by the idiocy of the captain decided to disobey his delusional orders. Instead he looked towards the shed, perhaps here he would find something to sooth his crippled arm, he was in far too much pain to bother with the footsteps which were more than likely to be residue of the storm.