Open Log: Big Blue Wet Thing

[goingtobeunwell]

Terrors waking that morning will find a few things amiss with the ship: 1. it's hot and humid inside their cabins, and 2. the ship itself is rocking.  Swaying, in fact, as though the ice beneath them has melted and the ship is moving. Which it is, actually, and quite quickly too. 

The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly. 
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.

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[brushoff]

Dorian, who has also elected to go shirtless, can't help but let out a wolf whistle as he looks up at Shaun, who's looking very muscular and fit, and blatantly stares at his chest for a moment. "Hello there sailor!"

[adaptiveimmunities]

"Hello yourself," Shaun says with a laugh. He's typically oblivious to any kind of flirting aside from the blatantly obvious--yes, he sees you checking him out, Dorian--but he just shakes his head. "I hate to do the small talk thing, but this fucking weather!" He grins.

[brushoff]

Dorian matches Shaun's grin with one of his own. Because yes, this fucking weather, he bloody loves it.

"After suffering in that damned cold for over a month, finally we get some fun. And I, for one, am going to appreciate it."

[adaptiveimmunities]

"Same," Shaun says with feeling. "I personally am on team 'no shirts unless I absolutely have to though I can't imagine why that would be' until such time as we are returned to our arctic prison." And really--it's not like they have a dress code or anything.

[brushoff]

"I will happily join you in that no shirt life." Dorian leans in and continues talking, with a mock whisper. "Maybe we can traumatize some of those Victorians in the process."

Because seriously, he knows there are some good bodies underneath those ten layers of clothes.

[adaptiveimmunities]

"Maybe," he agrees. "Though at this point, they've been through That Cruise Ship, Hotel Hell, Strange's Magic Kingdom, and Dr. Frankenstein's Wet Dream. Not to mention the Tuunbaq thing. Might take a bit more than a couple of shirtless guys to shock them. We might have to put effort in. There might have to be dancing." He points to Dorian. "On your part. I'm no good."

For a second he regrets bringing up Edinburgh to Dorian, but... it's not like they can pretend it didn't happen.

[brushoff]

If the mention of Edinburgh bothers Dorian, he keeps it from showing on his face. Instead, he starts some light teasing as he gives Shaun a grin.

"I'll have you know, I'm an excellent dancer. Give me someone to grind up against and I can scandalize people like the best of them."

[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun grins back. "Well, there you go, then. I'm sure you can find a willing enough partner to help you scandalize the rest. Music might be a problem though, unless you have a stereo hiding up your--" Shaun looks him over. Nope, not sleeve. "Shorts."

[brushoff]

"I can play piano," Dorian admits, with a little shrug. "The problem there is that I can't dance while playing piano—at least, I can't dance well."

[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun considers that, smirking a little. "Yeah, seems like that might be a bit challenging, considering the kind of dancing you're proposing, and the angle you have to be in to play the piano. Shame we don't have any recordings around here, or ways to play them." He has his own personal recording equipment, of course, but it only syncs to his computers, and he doesn't have the kind of setup that allows for broadcasting.

Well.

There's always his phone. It's not impossible.

[brushoff]

"I think I have a turntable in my room," Dorian admits, with a little frown. He's honestly not sure: Dorian's got slight hoarding tendencies and isn't the best at keeping things clean.

"The problem there is that there's really no place outside of our rooms to plug it in. That and I suspect my taste is too retro for you, too modern for the Victorian lads."

[adaptiveimmunities]

"We can use my phone to record," he offers dubiously. He's not really sure why they're still trying to work out the logistics of what would definitely be a really elaborate prank, but... really, what else are they going to do? And he has the technology if they really want to go through with it.