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.

Comments

[choosethepath]

She eyes him with disbelief. Strange managing an estate? It seemed a little too absurd. "I don't think you could manage a proper curtsy, Mr. Strange. It relies on grace and balance."

[kingsroads]

"I'm more graceful than I seem!" Strange protests, though it's obviously in good humor. "With the amount of dances and events I had to attend back in London, it simply wouldn't do if I tripped over my own feet."

[choosethepath]

She still doesn't believe him, but she just makes a small noise of disagreement and wrings out her wet blouse, undoing the bandolier. "That would be a sight," she mutters with a smirk.

"Hold this, please," she tells him, handing over the bells so she can get properly dry without harming them.

[kingsroads]

Strange carefully takes the bandolier, holding the bells in a way where none of them can be rung.

"If someone dreams up a party, I'll be happy to show you my skills. Of course, music will be a problem as I do not know who among us can play an instrument, but I'm sure we could find something to work temporarily."

[choosethepath]

she doesn't have a specific spell for drying clothes, but she does whistle softly at the wind, bringing the warmth with it. It's enough that she's no longer dropping, so she takes it back. "There might be some people with hidden talents," she tells him, taking the bandolier back and buckling it against her. "Now. What did you tell the water to make it do that?"

[kingsroads]

Strange also doesn't have a spell for drying clothes. His main contribution to drying Sabriel off is basically holding her bells and not splashing her with water again.

"Simple!" Strange says, as he hands Sabriel her bandolier. "I asked the ocean politely if it would splash you. It was a simple request, so it happily complied."

[choosethepath]

She scoffs. "I am both impressed and a little offended that it didn't even ask me what I thought of being splashed," she laughs.

[kingsroads]

"I'm afraid that's par for the course. Nature is not like a person: it will not stop to ask you before it does something. You simply have to adapt and rework it to your needs."

Says the man who's dealt with all sorts of annoyances with regards to weather or natural magic during his time as a magician.

[choosethepath]

She just shakes her head. "Mr. Strange, I'll understand your magic one day." She looks up to him a moment. "I need some shade, though, so I think I'll go inside to read. Don't fall overboard."

[kingsroads]

"I would suggest I create a cloud cover for you, though I suspect the rest of the ship might throw me overboard if I ruin this wonderful weather," Strange teases. "Though, out of curiosity, what are you reading?"

[choosethepath]

She puts her finger to her lips. "If I tell you, you will try and steal it from me." She takes a step back and then turns, trying to hurry off before he asks too many questions.

[kingsroads]

"What? No, Sabriel, at least tell me that title! Sabriel!" But she's got a head start on hurrying off and he'd rather not go back down below deck just yet.

Though he's certainly going to stop by the library sometime this evening.