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On Fame and Fortune Part 2

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Anchored out in the open water is a large steamship. Several smaller

boats are ferrying travelers back and forth to it almost constantly. On the

deck of it you can make out a number of figures carousing about, and a low din

drifts across the water with the smoke itÂ’s churning out.



You can 'board' this vessel.



Aboard the Fama y Fortuna



This steamship is massive, being easily over two hundred feet in length,

with four decks above the water, and another three below. The construction is

mostly wood, painted a bright, garish red, and decorated with golden

scrollwork and other embellishments. Decadence is the style of the day here,

and even the lower sort of folk that have come seeking their own fortunes are

trying to act the part.

There is a large open space towards the bow of the boat, providing a grand

view of the Sea of Rocana. Directly behind it is the main gaming room, where

the smoke is thick, the drinks are watery, and morals are shed as quickly as a

single hand of blackjack. Rabbit Pasu in skimpy black outfits walk around

with trays of drinks and tobacco, smiling and winking at the patrons, enticing

them to empty all the Vira out of their pockets and leave it at the tables.

At the rear of the room, a group of the Bunnies perform a dance routine; the

kind that has lots of high kicks and wiggling.

Obvious Features:

BUNNIES

GAMING TABLES

PIT BOSS



Obvious Exits: (O) Out

Eric has arrived.

Eric is automagically swept home.


[OOC] Raziel waves back.

[OOC] Raziel apologizes for the delay; he was watching the end of The Blues Brothers. :)

Eric has connected.

[OOC] Eric makes it back /just/ in time!

[OOC] Raziel asks, "I thought you weren't going to be able to RP, Eric?"

[OOC] Bansi exclaims, "Hello!"

[OOC] Eric was going out driving. thought it would take longer.

Brunoise has connected.

[OOC] Brunoise exclaims, "waves!"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "'uh, that didn't make sense..."

[OOC] Raziel waves back anyway. :)

[OOC] Brunoise says, "Ahoy! sorry I'm late, got held up at my cousin's concert..."

[OOC] Eric almost didn't make it, he was out driving,.

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "so, show of hands, who's interested in continuing the scene?"

[OOC] Eric will try finding a way back in.

[OOC] Raziel is

[OOC] Bansi is!

[OOC] Raziel borrows some punctuation from Bansi.

[OOC] Eric asks, "Where shall it restart?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "alright, since I wrote Brunoise out, I'll just do NPC's, in particular, the Pit Boss I think"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "unless there is something that makes sense to bring him back in"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "the log Bansi had ended with Raz putting out the fire with Kultasilma"

[OOC] Eric may have to do NPSs as well, since the phoqzeh seems to have dissappeared.

[OOC] Brunoise says, "Raz was headed back to the engine room, Kultasilma was headed to check in with the Pit Boss"

[OOC] Eric asks, "Is there a spot to mysterously bring me back in? without to many problems?"

[OOC] Raziel suggests that Eric simply got caught in the flood of fleeing NPC's. :)

[OOC] Brunoise says, "that's up to you really, I won't be the continuity police Xd"

[OOC] Eric wouldn't have fled. He's seen worse on board steamships.

[OOC] Eric asks, "Hows about I just kinda disappeared down towards the engine room?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "for that matter, really anyone could join in, since there's nothing to say that they weren't already on board and just not part of the action thus far"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "whatever works for you works for me"

[OOC] Eric asks, "Raz, meet me down there?"

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "shall I get us started then? do we want to do a loose turn order still?"

[OOC] Eric says, "Prefers more set turn orders, so he can multi-task without worrying if he should have gone."

[OOC] Raziel says, "There are less people around now...I expect an order will probably establish itself either way."

[OOC] Bansi says, "I do as well, Eric, though I try to avoid multi-tasking."

[OOC] Brunoise says, "alright then, it seems like with Raz and Eric both down towards the engine room, if not in it, that's where the scene has moved to"

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "I'll set, and do you guys want to figure out your turn order then?"

[OOC] Eric nods.

[OOC] Raziel says, "Sure."

[OOC] Bansi nods.

[OOC] Bansi says, "I may chip in with some NPCs while Bansi isn't around."
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Shtora has connected.

[OOC] Raziel waves.

[OOC] Shtora meows, "What sort of critter is
the pit boss, btw?"

[OOC] Raziel says, "A rather large wolf."

[OOC] Brunoise says, "wolf.
the kind that is both big, and bad"

[OOC] Eric asks, "SHould I jum in here?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "go for it"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Whenever you'd like, Eric."

[OOC] Eric asks, "what's amore descriptive way to say casino?"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Gambling den."

Eric peeks out the doorway of the room he had been hiding in, the speedily walks out and down the hallway. He's on his way to the engine room, to see what this floating gambling den had powering it. He rounds two more corneres, then runs into a problem. Literally. He had walked dirently
into the confused ship's engineer and guard.
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Eric peeks out the doorway of the room he had been hiding in, the speedily walks out and down the hallway. He's on his way to the engine room, to see what this floating gambling den had powering it. He rounds two more corners, then runs into a problem. Literally. He had walked directly into the confused ship's engineer and guard.
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[OOC] Brunoise asks, "bansi?"

[OOC] Bansi will add a bit of NPC.

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "ok, but are you posting now then? do you want to take one of the areas since we now have engine room and main gambling deck?"

[OOC] Bansi will post in a moment. I'll enter the order when Bansi gets onto the main deck.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. (Type 'help' for help!)

[OOC] Brunoise thinks he misunderstood. He took that to mean you are posting now, just not as Bansi. Correct?
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Raziel watches as another passenger stumbles directly into the pileup, adding to the confusion in the hall. However...this particular fox seems familiar. "Eric? What are you doing here?" He crosses the remaining distance between himself and the jumbled group, before offering to help the three of them up. But as he goes about the task, his ears swivel toward the unexpexted voices and clanging. "Did you hear that?"

The engineer, a ashen colored Stoat, stands and pulls his goggles back from his eyes, mumbling an apology to the guard he collided with. He turns to see Raziel and Eric nearing, and recognizes Raziel as an engineer. "Quick," he blurts out, "There a problem down below. One of the valve handles got sheared off when a crate of coal fell onto it. Now it's stuck in the closed position and the pressure has built up to almost a bursting point! We need more hands down there!"
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Raziel watches as another passenger stumbles directly into the pileup, adding to the confusion in the hall. However...this particular fox seems familiar. "Eric? What are you doing here?" He crosses the remaining distance between himself and the jumbled group, before offering to help the three of them up. But as he goes about the task, his ears swivel toward the unexpected voices and clanging. "Did you hear that?"

The engineer, as ashen colored stoat, stands and pulls his goggles back from his eyes, mumbling an apology to the guard he collided with. He turns to see Raziel and Eric nearing, and recognizes Raziel as an engineer. "Quick," he blurts out, "There a problem down below. One of the valve handles got sheared off when a crate of coal fell onto it. Now it's stuck in the closed position and the pressure has built up to almost a bursting point! We need more hands down there!"
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Kultasilma has connected.
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At 6'2" and of lean build, he isn't very imposing, but the blade at his hip

and the bow on his back, not to mention his almost permanent scowl, show this

fox is not to be trifled with. His face bears no scars, and any that might

be on his body are hidden underneath a white cotton shirt and a deep brown

leather jacket. His worn work pants, held up by a belt emblazoned with the

emblem of the Viramarga, speak of his occupation as a handyman, and his

leather boots are equally scarred. His eyes are the color of Peridot (a light

green gemstone), and he appears to talk very little.





Shtora is a large brown-tabby domestic cat. Or perhaps judging by his

general mien, "alley cat". He's perhaps about six-and-half feet tall, though

in truth it's a little hard to judge, as he has a rather crouching digitigrade

stance that tends to somewhat reduce that, and emphasizes his general bulk,

which is also considerable. He has a decidedly well-muscled form, which is

further enhanced by his thick fur, with long guard hairs. His overall look is

a familiar one to those acquainted with the Macon clan of the Muon area.

He's dressed in a short, loose-fitting brown leather jacket, invariably

open in front, and an equally roomy pair of three-quarter length dark blue

trousers. His large hindpaws are bare, and it's clear from their structure

that all four paws have long retractile claws.





A male White Tiger of above average height, around 6'8". He is not

particularly muscular, possessing a middling build, though his size alone

confers that he is by no means weak. Both his dress and mannerisms suggest a

utilitarian attitude, though his pale blue eyes are alert and inquisitive. He

wears a black cloth overcoat, hanging from his shoulders to halfway down his

digitigrade legs, above his unadorned footpaws. The coat itself is devoid of

the common urban filigree, no doubt produced somewhere near the wastes; though

slightly beaten, it is still in good repair. The grey shirt below is smudged

with grease in places, which seems odd considering the pristine white of his

striped fur. His tan pants have a number of external pockets, filled with an

array of screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers, and other tools, along with a few

less discernible devices. A small metal disk gleams on his right wrist, held

in place by a black leather belt. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a

silver pocket watch - complete with hinged cover but lacking a chain - which

has been adapted to fit on the notched strap.

His stripe pattern is more or less average; unique of course, and perhaps

a bit darker than normal for a White Tiger, but otherwise ordinary. His nose

and the pads of his hands and feet are all black, an uncommon trait, but

nothing monumental. A lithe, flexible tail swishes back and forth from between

the flaps of his long coat, idly flicking at the end. His retractable, feline

claws are kept extremely sharp, though weather this is from constant use or

done simply as a precaution is impossible to tell. His fur is thick and fairly

long, suggesting a familiarity with colder climates. The blue of his eyes is

so pale that in some lights they seem to shift to grey, though they are always

scanning and observing, genuinely interested in the world nearby.

A large caliber rifle is slung over his shoulder, at first glance a kind

of repeating rifle, but with obvious modifications. It has a much thicker

profile than a standard rifle, with a tubular magazine running parallel to,

but slightly offset from the barrel. The stock and grip appear to be a rather

high quality of wood, but don't precisely match, signifying that they are

likely scavenged from different places. Along the gun's receiver rest a number

of interwoven brass tanks, pipes, and gears, which connect the rifle's lever

action to a small flywheel, reminiscent of those used in locomotives. A rod

links the flywheel and a strange sliding mechanism, which is presumably

responsible for chambering the next round.



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[OOC] Kultasilma asks, "Are we at a pier? Or are we still out on the lake?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "still out in open water"

[OOC] Kultasilma says, "Change that 'put them off
the boat' into 'get them back into their staterooms' then."

[OOC] Bansi says, "I think that's to be understood, Kult. Unless Shtora is feeling excessively literal. :)"

Eric follows the stoat down towards
the eingine room, and immediately surveys the scene when he arrives. The coal bin had indeed destroyed a steam valve, closing off the pipe between the boiler and the main engine. The valve was the first in the series, so there were no safety release valve before it. He quickly makes up his mind. He turns to the stoat and says "bring me about twnety feet of pipe rated for this pressure, a quick-attach pipe elbow for the same, and a hcksaw. QUickly, now!"

[OOC] Eric facepaws at typos.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. (Type 'help' for help!)
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Eric follows the stoat down towards the engine room, and immediately surveys the scene when he arrives. The coal bin had indeed destroyed a steam valve, closing off the pipe between the boiler and the main engine. The valve was the first in the series, so there were no safety release valve before it. He quickly makes up his mind. He turns to the stoat and says "bring me about twenty feet of pipe rated for this pressure, a quick-attach pipe elbow for the same, and a hacksaw. Quickly, now!"
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[OOC] Brunoise says, "there's other boats that run back and forth, this one largely stays out in the open water"
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The stoat nods excitedly and runs off, hollering out as he goes. "Dizzle, get back here and help me! We need to get some pipes and stuff so we don't blow the boiler! Go and get a hacksaw, and those two ten foot lenghts of pipe we stowed up at the bow! Meet me back at the boiler, and for the love of all that is holy, hurry your arse!" A few minutes pass before he reappears, but when he does he has the elbow that Eric spoke of, and his companion, another Stoat, drags the other pipes over and drops them with the hacksaw.
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The stoat nods excitedly and runs off, hollering out as he goes. "Dizzle, get back here and help me! We need to get some pipes and stuff so we don't blow the boiler! Go and get a hacksaw, and those two ten foot lengths of pipe we stowed up at the bow! Meet me back at the boiler, and for the love of all that is holy, hurry your arse!" A few minutes pass before he reappears, but when he does he has the elbow that Eric spoke of, and his companion, another Stoat, drags the other pipes over and drops them with the hacksaw.
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[OOC] Brunoise says, "this is fun, we have 3 different scenes going :)"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "unfortunately, I have to be up for work tomorrow morning and need some shut
-eye"

[OOC] Brunoise says
, "but don't stop on my account :) just pick up whatever NPC's I was doing as you see fit"

[OOC] Brunoise exclaims, "goodnight all!
"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Goodnight."

[OOC] Bansi waves.

Brunoise has disconnected.

While the stoat goes off to find the requested materials, Eric eyeballs the path tor his intended steam detour
. He figures out Where the perilous pipe lines up with a currently-unused supplementary inlet, and makes a small scratch with his clam ont the spot. When the stoat, now with a companion, reappears, he directs them with his plan. "Join those two pipes together, then get that elbowon this end, and fit it into that inlet. I can't start cutting until that's fitted." While the stoats start the fitting, he pulls off his jacket and shirt, revealing several ridges in his fur from steam burn scars. He waits until the relief pipe is ready, then bends it gently untilthe open end of the elbow lies on top of the pipe, just past the mark. Eric quickly begins cutting the pipe, gritting his teeth when he breaks through and high-pressure steam begins to scald his paws. He continues until the pipe is copletely severed but still partially sealed by the saw, then pauses. He psyches himself up, then moves the saw and expertly clamps the joint over the fresh cut. THe pressure is released into the engine, starting it back up, but enough steam escaped beforehand to cause Eric pain. He double over his injured paw in pain, breathing deeply to calm down.

[OOC] Eric says, "Long one while I do something..."
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While the stoat goes off to find the requested materials, Eric eyeballs the path tor his intended steam detour. He figures out Where the perilous pipe lines up with a currently-unused supplementary inlet, and makes a small scratch with his clam on the spot. When the stoat, now with a companion, reappears, he directs them with his plan. "Join those two pipes together, then get that elbow on this end, and fit it into that inlet. I can't start cutting until that's fitted." While the stoats start the fitting, he pulls off his jacket and shirt, revealing several ridges in his fur from steam burn scars. He waits until the relief pipe is ready, then bends it gently until the open end of the elbow lies on top of the pipe, just past the mark. Eric quickly begins cutting the pipe, gritting his teeth when he breaks through and high-pressure steam begins to scald his paws. He continues until the pipe is completely severed but still partially sealed by the saw, then pauses. He psyches himself up, then moves the saw and expertly clamps the joint over the fresh cut. The pressure is released into the engine, starting it back up, but enough steam escaped beforehand to cause Eric pain. He double over his injured paw in pain, breathing deeply to calm down.
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[OOC] Shtora thought things had wrapped up on the casino floor, durr. Could pose into either, as he's now wandering back and forth.

[OOC] Eric continues waiting.
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[OOC] Eric chuckles at feeble explanation.

[OOC] Kultasilma smirks.

Raziel blinks. It seems he was mistaken; he's not out of rage just yet. Stunned by the sheer incompetence of the cleaning staff, he bellows, "Buisness to take care of
? LIKE CLEANING UP THE NEARLY DESTROYED CASINO?!? I SHOULD THINK SO!!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FOR? GO, GO NOW!"

[OOC] Raziel tolerates many things. Incompetence is not one of them. :)

[OOC] Eric is waitimng on the reaction to his fix.

[OOC] Raziel says, "There's no one to really supply it, Eric
. Brunoise left. You'll probably have to pose it."

[OOC] Eric huffs. "I didn't know he was the one posing them. SOmeone else should do it, though, lest I make myself look too heroic
."

[OOC] Bansi says, "An admirable thought, Eric. I would, but I need to be getting to bed
."

The newly joined pipes (though more a temporary fix than anthing else) appear to be holding, and as the steam vents, the various gauges arrayed around the boiler indicate that the pressure is being reduced to safe levels
.

[OOC] Raziel says, "Is that to your liking? :)"

[OOC] Eric says, "Yes, it works very well."

[OOC] Eric will pose for them in his own, since they won't be around for long.

[OOC] Raziel says,
"The stoats? Yeah, that's a good idea."

[OOC] Kultasilma will need to be heading off soon too.

Eric continues to press on his injued paw, then says through gritted teeth "Gather up my stuff and bring it over here, I'm heading up to whatever you have for an infirmary. One of you stay down here and work out a more permanant fix for... this." He stands as the first stoat brings him his jacket and shirt, then quickly wraps his paw and reapplyies pressure. He makes his way upstairs, climbing carefully up a deck, and sees Raziel further down the corridor. He calls to his friend, rather weakly compared to his normal voice. "Raz, help a fox out here, will ya?"
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Raziel blinks. It seems he was mistaken; he's not out of rage just yet. Stunned by the sheer incompetence of the cleaning staff, he bellows, "Business to take care of? LIKE CLEANING UP THE NEARLY DESTROYED CASINO?!? I SHOULD THINK SO!!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FOR? GO, GO NOW!"

The newly joined pipes (though more a temporary fix than anything else) appear to be holding, and as the steam vents, the various gauges arrayed around the boiler indicate that the pressure is being reduced to safe levels
.

Eric continues to press on his injured paw, then says through gritted teeth "Gather up my stuff and bring it over here, I'm heading up to whatever you have for an infirmary
. One of you stay down here and work out a more permanent fix for... this." He stands as the first stoat brings him his jacket and shirt, then quickly wraps his paw and reapplies pressure. He makes his way upstairs, climbing carefully up a deck, and sees Raziel further down the corridor. He calls to his friend, rather weakly compared to his normal voice. "Raz, help a fox out here, will ya?"
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Eric greatfully takes the tiger's assistance, and makes it up to the infirmary without much more pain. His paw is quickly bathed in ice water, then wrapped gnetly with gauze and ointment. During this, Eric says to Raziel, "'T'ain't the worst that's -ow- happened. I got burn- ooh- burned up the right side of my back when an engine actually exploded. Got some pretty bad -ouch! cna ya go any easier on it?- soem pretty bad cuts from shrapnel, too. This is the most painful, though."
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Eric gratefully takes the tiger's assistance, and makes it up to the infirmary without much more pain. His paw is quickly bathed in ice water, then wrapped gently with gauze and ointment. During this, Eric says to Raziel, "'T'ain't the worst that's -ow- happened. I got burn- ooh- burned up the right side of my back when an engine actually exploded. Got some pretty bad -ouch! can ya go any easier on it?- some pretty bad cuts from shrapnel, too. This is the most painful, though."
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Raziel simply stands there shaking his head as the other cat departs. When he hears Eric approaching, however, he immediately goes to check on the fox. He notes the obviously painful burn the other engineer sustained, and can't help but feel guilty about not helping, as he said he would. "I'm sorry Eric. I got...sidetracked by a few of the utterly useless crew on this boat. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary."

Eric greatfully takes the tiger's assistance, and makes it up to the infirmary without much more pain. His paw is quickly bathed in ice water, then wrapped gnetly with gauze and ointment. During this, Eric says to Raziel, "'T'ain't the worst that's -ow- happened. I got burn- ooh- burned up the right side of my back when an engine actually exploded. Got some pretty bad -ouch! cna ya go any easier on it?- soem pretty bad cuts from shrapnel, too. This is the most painful, though."

Raziel nods. "I know what you mean. I wasn't even burned that badly earlier, but it stings terribly anyway. Still, I'd have to say it's wasn't as bad as being shot." At that statement, the nurses in the infirmary all look at him. "Oh dear...I should probably leave before they commit me. I'll come see you later, Eric!" The tiger smiles, then nearly bounds out the door in his attempt to avoid medical treatment.
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Name----------------Stat--Sex---------Species---------------------------------

Bansi IC Male Otter

Alek[idle] IC Male Snow Leopard

Clover[23m idle] Female Kangaroo Rat

Tora[idle] OOC Male Cat

Raziel[idle] IDL Male Tiger

Annemarie[idle] IC Female Red fox

Golden_Hawk[idle] Male Canine

Telia[idle] IC Female Blue-Tongued Skink

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Raziel has arrived.

[OOC] Bansi waves!

NAME___________IC/OOC_IDLE_AREA_______________LOCATION________________________

Bansi IC 0s Loka Aboard the Fama y Fortuna

Raziel IC 8m Loka Aboard the Fama y Fortuna

Tarterum IC 5m OOC Realm Nexus

Annemarie IC 5h OOC Realm Nexus

Telia IC 2d OOC Realm Nexus

Clover 1h OOC Realm Nexus

Tora OOC 2h OOC Realm Nexus

Golden_Hawk 9h OOC Realm Nexus

Alek IC 1h Plains of Bhuma Acre - Coliseum Plaza
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Anchored out in the open water is a large steamship. Several smaller

boats are ferrying travelers back and forth to it almost constantly. On the

deck of it you can make out a number of figures carousing about, and a low din

drifts across the water with the smoke itÂ’s churning out.



You can 'board' this vessel.



Aboard the Fama y Fortuna



This steamship is massive, being easily over two hundred feet in length,

with four decks above the water, and another three below. The construction is

mostly wood, painted a bright, garish red, and decorated with golden

scrollwork and other embellishments. Decadence is the style of the day here,

and even the lower sort of folk that have come seeking their own fortunes are

trying to act the part.

There is a large open space towards the bow of the boat, providing a grand

view of the Sea of Rocana. Directly behind it is the main gaming room, where

the smoke is thick, the drinks are watery, and morals are shed as quickly as a

single hand of blackjack. Rabbit Pasu in skimpy black outfits walk around

with trays of drinks and tobacco, smiling and winking at the patrons, enticing

them to empty all the Vira out of their pockets and leave it at the tables.

At the rear of the room, a group of the Bunnies perform a dance routine; the

kind that has lots of high kicks and wiggling.

Obvious Features:

BUNNIES

GAMING TABLES

PIT BOSS



Obvious Exits: (O) Out

Eric has arrived.

Eric is automagically swept home.

Name----------------Stat--Sex---------Species---------------------------------

Bansi IC Male Otter

Alek[idle] IC Male Snow Leopard

Clover[23m idle] Female Kangaroo Rat

Tora[idle] OOC Male Cat

Raziel[idle] IDL Male Tiger

Annemarie[idle] IC Female Red fox

Golden_Hawk[idle] Male Canine

Telia[idle] IC Female Blue-Tongued Skink

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Raziel has arrived.

[OOC] Bansi waves!

NAME___________IC/OOC_IDLE_AREA_______________LOCATION________________________

Bansi IC 0s Loka Aboard the Fama y Fortuna

Raziel IC 8m Loka Aboard the Fama y Fortuna

Tarterum IC 5m OOC Realm Nexus

Annemarie IC 5h OOC Realm Nexus

Telia IC 2d OOC Realm Nexus

Clover 1h OOC Realm Nexus

Tora OOC 2h OOC Realm Nexus

Golden_Hawk 9h OOC Realm Nexus

Alek IC 1h Plains of Bhuma Acre - Coliseum Plaza

[OOC] Raziel waves back.

[OOC] Raziel apologizes for the delay; he was watching the end of The Blues Brothers. :)

Eric has connected.

[OOC] Eric makes it back /just/ in time!

[OOC] Raziel asks, "I thought you weren't going to be able to RP, Eric?"

[OOC] Bansi exclaims, "Hello!"

[OOC] Eric was going out driving. thought it would take longer.

Brunoise has connected.

[OOC] Brunoise exclaims, "waves!"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "'uh, that didn't make sense..."

[OOC] Raziel waves back anyway. :)

[OOC] Brunoise says, "Ahoy! sorry I'm late, got held up at my cousin's concert..."

[OOC] Eric almost didn't make it, he was out driving,.

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "so, show of hands, who's interested in continuing the scene?"

[OOC] Eric will try finding a way back in.

[OOC] Raziel is

[OOC] Bansi is!

[OOC] Raziel borrows some punctuation from Bansi.

[OOC] Eric asks, "Where shall it restart?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "alright, since I wrote Brunoise out, I'll just do NPC's, in particular, the Pit Boss I think"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "unless there is something that makes sense to bring him back in"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "the log Bansi had ended with Raz putting out the fire with Kultasilma"

[OOC] Eric may have to do NPSs as well, since the phoqzeh seems to have dissappeared.

[OOC] Brunoise says, "Raz was headed back to the engine room, Kultasilma was headed to check in with the Pit Boss"

[OOC] Eric asks, "Is there a spot to mysterously bring me back in? without to many problems?"

[OOC] Raziel suggests that Eric simply got caught in the flood of fleeing NPC's. :)

[OOC] Brunoise says, "that's up to you really, I won't be the continuity police Xd"

[OOC] Eric wouldn't have fled. He's seen worse on board steamships.

[OOC] Eric asks, "Hows about I just kinda disappeared down towards the engine room?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "for that matter, really anyone could join in, since there's nothing to say that they weren't already on board and just not part of the action thus far"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "whatever works for you works for me"

[OOC] Eric asks, "Raz, meet me down there?"

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "shall I get us started then? do we want to do a loose turn order still?"

[OOC] Eric says, "Prefers more set turn orders, so he can multi-task without worrying if he should have gone."

[OOC] Raziel says, "There are less people around now...I expect an order will probably establish itself either way."

[OOC] Bansi says, "I do as well, Eric, though I try to avoid multi-tasking."

[OOC] Brunoise says, "alright then, it seems like with Raz and Eric both down towards the engine room, if not in it, that's where the scene has moved to"

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "I'll set, and do you guys want to figure out your turn order then?"

[OOC] Eric nods.

[OOC] Raziel says, "Sure."

[OOC] Bansi nods.

[OOC] Bansi says, "I may chip in with some NPCs while Bansi isn't around."


The lower decks have cleared out except the necessary personnel. It's amazing the effect a fire has out in the middle of the sea. A lone engineer can be seen running up from the lower decks, sooty goggles covering his eyes, and a look of panic on his face. He does his best to maneuver quickly around anyone in the halls, but still manages to smash head first into one of the guards, knocking them both to the floor.

Raziel strides briskly toward the entry to the lower decks, hands in his pockets in an attempt to ignore the persistent stinging of his pads. As he walks, he mutters to himself, "Can't walk into town or take a simple job without being shot at, or having something burst into flames..." The tiger sighs, before continuing to converse with himself. "Though I did want adventure, and this certainly qualifies...though, being wounded less often would be nice." As he starts to descend the stairs to the engine room, he catches sight of the engineer and guard colliding. "What now..."

Shtora has connected.

[OOC] Raziel waves.

[OOC] Shtora meows, "What sort of critter is the pit boss, btw?"

[OOC] Raziel says, "A rather large wolf."

[OOC] Brunoise says, "wolf. the kind that is both big, and bad"

[OOC] Eric asks, "SHould I jum in here?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "go for it"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Whenever you'd like, Eric."

[OOC] Eric asks, "what's amore descriptive way to say casino?"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Gambling den."

Eric peeks out the doorway of the room he had been hiding in, the speedily walks out and down the hallway. He's on his way to the engine room, to see what this floating gambling den had powering it. He rounds two more corneres, then runs into a problem. Literally. He had walked dirently into the confused ship's engineer and guard.

Shtora unfolds himself in a fairly leisurely fashion from the small employee lounge in back of the casino floor, where it seems he's been 'protecting' some bunnygirls. Indeed, one is still rather clinging to one side, which he barely seems to notice. He approaches the pit boss, and taptaptaps him rather boldly on the shoulder.

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "bansi?"

[OOC] Bansi will add a bit of NPC.

[OOC] Brunoise asks, "ok, but are you posting now then? do you want to take one of the areas since we now have engine room and main gambling deck?"

[OOC] Bansi will post in a moment. I'll enter the order when Bansi gets onto the main deck.

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[OOC] Brunoise thinks he misunderstood. He took that to mean you are posting now, just not as Bansi. Correct?

There's a thump from a supply closet in this staff-only section of the giant cruise ship. "James..." a female voice says from inside. It's a bit muffled, but one in the hall could certainly detect a worried tone if not the words. "Mmh?" is the male reply. A bit more time passes before she says in a more warning tone, "There is an awful lot of racket out there." He replies breezily, "It's just some fool with more money'n sense got some bad clams." "James. That is /not/ the sound of bad clams." Another thump and a clatter ensue, followed by a squeaky yelp. "Ohh! I am /so/ sorry!" is the apologetic exclamation, which is then trailed by more clattering.

Raziel watches as another passenger stumbles directly into the pileup, adding to the confusion in the hall. However...this particular fox seems familiar. "Eric? What are you doing here?" He crosses the remaining distance between himself and the jumbled group, before offering to help the three of them up. But as he goes about the task, his ears swivel toward the unexpexted voices and clanging. "Did you hear that?"

The engineer, a ashen colored Stoat, stands and pulls his goggles back from his eyes, mumbling an apology to the guard he collided with. He turns to see Raziel and Eric nearing, and recognizes Raziel as an engineer. "Quick," he blurts out, "There a problem down below. One of the valve handles got sheared off when a crate of coal fell onto it. Now it's stuck in the closed position and the pressure has built up to almost a bursting point! We need more hands down there!"

The Pit Boss turns to look at that Cat tapping him on the shoulder. He growls under his breath at him, then barks out, "What do you want? It had better be important. And where have you been all this time, for that matter?" His eyes narrow and glare at Shtora.

Shtora smiles broadly, seemingly obliviously. "Looking after the bunny ladies. They were all frightened and such." He gestures expansively at a sample of same. "So, Ari seems to be a goner. You'll be needing a new bouncer, then!"

Kultasilma has connected.

Eric backs off from the stoat and greets his freind equally puzzled. "Raz? You're down here, too?" Before he could continue, though, the stoat shared the news of the problem. Eric pauses, then says"That's more my area than Raz's. He prefers explosions, while I try to avoid them. SHow me down."

Muttered cursing issues from the closet, interspersed with occasional comforting words. "You should go lie down. I'll be along in a moment." "Hmph. I should go check, anyway, and see if that dishwasher hasn't managed to burn down the kitchen yet." A cat in a rumpled steward's suit, with equally rumpled fur, pokes his head out of the closet to look both ways down the hall.

The Pit Boss looks incredulously at the Cat. "You think this is a good time to ask for a job?" He snarls, but then he chuckles. "Well, I'll give you a mark for having the sand to even ask about it in this fasion. Tell you what, round up all these half conscious sots that got clubbed down in the fray, and get them off the ship, and we'll talk about a job."



At 6'2" and of lean build, he isn't very imposing, but the blade at his hip

and the bow on his back, not to mention his almost permanent scowl, show this

fox is not to be trifled with. His face bears no scars, and any that might

be on his body are hidden underneath a white cotton shirt and a deep brown

leather jacket. His worn work pants, held up by a belt emblazoned with the

emblem of the Viramarga, speak of his occupation as a handyman, and his

leather boots are equally scarred. His eyes are the color of Peridot (a light

green gemstone), and he appears to talk very little.





Shtora is a large brown-tabby domestic cat. Or perhaps judging by his

general mien, "alley cat". He's perhaps about six-and-half feet tall, though

in truth it's a little hard to judge, as he has a rather crouching digitigrade

stance that tends to somewhat reduce that, and emphasizes his general bulk,

which is also considerable. He has a decidedly well-muscled form, which is

further enhanced by his thick fur, with long guard hairs. His overall look is

a familiar one to those acquainted with the Macon clan of the Muon area.

He's dressed in a short, loose-fitting brown leather jacket, invariably

open in front, and an equally roomy pair of three-quarter length dark blue

trousers. His large hindpaws are bare, and it's clear from their structure

that all four paws have long retractile claws.





A male White Tiger of above average height, around 6'8". He is not

particularly muscular, possessing a middling build, though his size alone

confers that he is by no means weak. Both his dress and mannerisms suggest a

utilitarian attitude, though his pale blue eyes are alert and inquisitive. He

wears a black cloth overcoat, hanging from his shoulders to halfway down his

digitigrade legs, above his unadorned footpaws. The coat itself is devoid of

the common urban filigree, no doubt produced somewhere near the wastes; though

slightly beaten, it is still in good repair. The grey shirt below is smudged

with grease in places, which seems odd considering the pristine white of his

striped fur. His tan pants have a number of external pockets, filled with an

array of screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers, and other tools, along with a few

less discernible devices. A small metal disk gleams on his right wrist, held

in place by a black leather belt. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a

silver pocket watch - complete with hinged cover but lacking a chain - which

has been adapted to fit on the notched strap.

His stripe pattern is more or less average; unique of course, and perhaps

a bit darker than normal for a White Tiger, but otherwise ordinary. His nose

and the pads of his hands and feet are all black, an uncommon trait, but

nothing monumental. A lithe, flexible tail swishes back and forth from between

the flaps of his long coat, idly flicking at the end. His retractable, feline

claws are kept extremely sharp, though weather this is from constant use or

done simply as a precaution is impossible to tell. His fur is thick and fairly

long, suggesting a familiarity with colder climates. The blue of his eyes is

so pale that in some lights they seem to shift to grey, though they are always

scanning and observing, genuinely interested in the world nearby.

A large caliber rifle is slung over his shoulder, at first glance a kind

of repeating rifle, but with obvious modifications. It has a much thicker

profile than a standard rifle, with a tubular magazine running parallel to,

but slightly offset from the barrel. The stock and grip appear to be a rather

high quality of wood, but don't precisely match, signifying that they are

likely scavenged from different places. Along the gun's receiver rest a number

of interwoven brass tanks, pipes, and gears, which connect the rifle's lever

action to a small flywheel, reminiscent of those used in locomotives. A rod

links the flywheel and a strange sliding mechanism, which is presumably

responsible for chambering the next round.



Carrying:

Repeating Rifle


Raziel nods at Eric's suggestion, and addresses the stoat directly. "I know this fox. Take this him down to the engine room immediately; he's a steam engineer, and no doubt more qualified for this specific task than I am. I'll be along in a moment." As voices once again drift from the closet, Raziel sighs, and indicates the guard. "You. Come with me." Time to put those frayed nerves to use. Raziel walks toward the closet in question, and points directly at the cat as he pokes his head out, with every intention of making him jump. "YOU! What are you doing down here?!"

The Stoat nods and waves Eric towards a hatch to the bottom deck. "Great, come with me then, there's not time to waste, we might blow the boiler if we don't hurry!" He scurries through the hatch himself and drops do the deck below, scampering off towards the main boiler, not waiting to make sure Eric is behind him.


[OOC] Kultasilma asks, "Are we at a pier? Or are we still out on the lake?"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "still out in open water"

[OOC] Kultasilma says, "Change that 'put them off the boat' into 'get them back into their staterooms' then."

[OOC] Bansi says, "I think that's to be understood, Kult. Unless Shtora is feeling excessively literal. :)"

Eric follows the stoat down towards the eingine room, and immediately surveys the scene when he arrives. The coal bin had indeed destroyed a steam valve, closing off the pipe between the boiler and the main engine. The valve was the first in the series, so there were no safety release valve before it. He quickly makes up his mind. He turns to the stoat and says "bring me about twnety feet of pipe rated for this pressure, a quick-attach pipe elbow for the same, and a hcksaw. QUickly, now!"

[OOC] Eric facepaws at typos.

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The steward does indeed jump at Raziel's shout, hitting his nose on the doorframe in the process. "Oh! Right!" He babbles. "I was... um... just looking for something to help with the... problem. But I ran into a mop handle, so..." There's the sound of something else falling off a shelf but no voice from inside. "I think I'm going to go lie down now. I'm off duty."

Kultasilma is already at work triaging the panicked patrons in the casino. Anyone still ambulatory she's asking to return to their staterooms, or to the dinner lounge if they didn't rent a room. She is moving those injured in the brawl or the panic to seats or to lie on a table if they're badly hurt. Anyone asking when the games will be resuming gets a growled 'When we haff dealt with the injured. Now either assist or get out of here.'

[OOC] Brunoise says, "there's other boats that run back and forth, this one largely stays out in the open water"

Shtora beams more broadly still, seemingly having heard the Boss's statement... selectively, to suit himself. "It'd be a bad time to not have a bouncer!" He turns, with a swish of his tail, and picks up one of the least conscious of the stunned-looking passengers bodily, slinging a limp mink over his shoulder. He then variously directs, cajoles, or lackadaisically swats various others where he deems that they need to go, lastly grabbing a dazed-looking fox by the collar and pulling him behind him.

The stoat nods excitedly and runs off, hollering out as he goes. "Dizzle, get back here and help me! We need to get some pipes and stuff so we don't blow the boiler! Go and get a hacksaw, and those two ten foot lenghts of pipe we stowed up at the bow! Meet me back at the boiler, and for the love of all that is holy, hurry your arse!" A few minutes pass before he reappears, but when he does he has the elbow that Eric spoke of, and his companion, another Stoat, drags the other pipes over and drops them with the hacksaw.

Raziel stops directly outside the closet door, intentionally giving the impression of losing his temper. "I have a better idea. Why don't you get back to the kitchen, and start cleaning the /scorch marks/ off the trays we used to put out the /fires/, WHILE YOU WERE TAKING YOUR BREAK IN A CLOSET!"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "this is fun, we have 3 different scenes going :)"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "unfortunately, I have to be up for work tomorrow morning and need some shut-eye"

[OOC] Brunoise says, "but don't stop on my account :) just pick up whatever NPC's I was doing as you see fit"

[OOC] Brunoise exclaims, "goodnight all!"

[OOC] Raziel says, "Goodnight."

[OOC] Bansi waves.

Brunoise has disconnected.

While the stoat goes off to find the requested materials, Eric eyeballs the path tor his intended steam detour. He figures out Where the perilous pipe lines up with a currently-unused supplementary inlet, and makes a small scratch with his clam ont the spot. When the stoat, now with a companion, reappears, he directs them with his plan. "Join those two pipes together, then get that elbowon this end, and fit it into that inlet. I can't start cutting until that's fitted." While the stoats start the fitting, he pulls off his jacket and shirt, revealing several ridges in his fur from steam burn scars. He waits until the relief pipe is ready, then bends it gently untilthe open end of the elbow lies on top of the pipe, just past the mark. Eric quickly begins cutting the pipe, gritting his teeth when he breaks through and high-pressure steam begins to scald his paws. He continues until the pipe is copletely severed but still partially sealed by the saw, then pauses. He psyches himself up, then moves the saw and expertly clamps the joint over the fresh cut. THe pressure is released into the engine, starting it back up, but enough steam escaped beforehand to cause Eric pain. He double over his injured paw in pain, breathing deeply to calm down.

[OOC] Eric says, "Long one while I do something..."

The steward cringes at Raziel's raised voice. The mention of a fire gets a surprised blink, but it doesn't seem to be enough to wipe the pained look off his face. "Uhh... yessir! I'll go take care of that right away sir." He manages to get his tail out through the cracked-open door without hitting it too. He closes the closet door behind him and starts to limp off toward the kitchens.

Raziel hesitates at the closet door for a few moments after the cat departs. He trusts Eric's engineering ability...but he really /should/ be down in the engine room himself, trying to prevent the boilers from failing catastrophically. At the thought of passing this problem off to someone else, he looks around for the guard; however, it seems that he not only failed to follow the tiger, but has also vanished from the hallway completely. Of course. Alone, and with all his anger expended, Raziel decides, against his better judgement, to knock on the closet, and speak to the remaining occupant through the door. "Do I even want to know what you're doing in there?"

Shtora, after rounding up some more stragglers from the casino floor and the top deck, wanders around down below, doing much the same. "We've had a little incident, ladies and germs, but nothing to worry about!" he caterwauls. "Back to your cabins, please, or else if you're just day-visitors, please follow meow!"


Kultasilma finally gets things sorted enough to send one of the croupiers for the ship's doctor. "Get him up here, and I don't care what he's doing now. If he's not in surgery, he needs to be here. A couple of these people got rather badly trampled. And if you see the idiot rabbit who started all this, I want to talk to him."

[OOC] Shtora thought things had wrapped up on the casino floor, durr. Could pose into either, as he's now wandering back and forth.

[OOC] Eric continues waiting.

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The remaining occupant remains quiet for a few moments after Raziel finishes, then seems to surmise that he isn't going away. There's a bit more thumping about before a feline dame in an equally-rumpled stewardess dress emerges, looking flustered. "There we go," she replies in a fair attempt at a businesslike tone. "I've just finished tidying up a bit of mess left when James... got hit by that mop handle. If that will be all, I have some other business to take care of."

[OOC] Eric chuckles at feeble explanation.

[OOC] Kultasilma smirks.

Raziel blinks. It seems he was mistaken; he's not out of rage just yet. Stunned by the sheer incompetence of the cleaning staff, he bellows, "Buisness to take care of? LIKE CLEANING UP THE NEARLY DESTROYED CASINO?!? I SHOULD THINK SO!!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FOR? GO, GO NOW!"

[OOC] Raziel tolerates many things. Incompetence is not one of them. :)

[OOC] Eric is waitimng on the reaction to his fix.

[OOC] Raziel says, "There's no one to really supply it, Eric. Brunoise left. You'll probably have to pose it."

[OOC] Eric huffs. "I didn't know he was the one posing them. SOmeone else should do it, though, lest I make myself look too heroic."

[OOC] Bansi says, "An admirable thought, Eric. I would, but I need to be getting to bed."

The newly joined pipes (though more a temporary fix than anthing else) appear to be holding, and as the steam vents, the various gauges arrayed around the boiler indicate that the pressure is being reduced to safe levels.

[OOC] Raziel says, "Is that to your liking? :)"

[OOC] Eric says, "Yes, it works very well."

[OOC] Eric will pose for them in his own, since they won't be around for long.

[OOC] Raziel says, "The stoats? Yeah, that's a good idea."

[OOC] Kultasilma will need to be heading off soon too.

Eric continues to press on his injued paw, then says through gritted teeth "Gather up my stuff and bring it over here, I'm heading up to whatever you have for an infirmary. One of you stay down here and work out a more permanant fix for... this." He stands as the first stoat brings him his jacket and shirt, then quickly wraps his paw and reapplyies pressure. He makes his way upstairs, climbing carefully up a deck, and sees Raziel further down the corridor. He calls to his friend, rather weakly compared to his normal voice. "Raz, help a fox out here, will ya?"

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. (Type 'help' for help!)

The stewardess maintains a carefully blank expression while exiting the storage room (in a more normal fashion than her coworker). "Yes, sir. Of course that's exactly where I'm going. Right away." She hurries off toward the upper levels of the ship.

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