The other ships are retreating, Cap'n. Looks like their royal friend got kidnapped.

[exhausted sigh]

Fuck yes. Where're we headin' next?

Yo, Kensei! Cap'n wants us to distract the Victoria II best we can. Dammit, we need more pilots.

Split up? I take one side, you take the other.

Anyone else good at piloting that wants to help?

[[I know KB might not see this buuuuut we can pretend?]]

So, where are we dropping the loot off at?

So, anyone who hasn't noticed already, our captain's been kidnapped by those morons who swiped the Pink Thing last year. Think they swiped some of the Lunasa gifts, too. Man, if they stole my fucking booze...

Anyone good at tracking?

Happy Lunasa, I've given my gifts.

Now, when's that bonfire starting? I'm fucking bored.

[[ooc: the gifts my muses are giving out can be found here]]

So, how's those 'dreams' coming, guys?

Axel's back.

Anko, what the hell did you buy me? I found that package from when you dragged me clothes shopping that you wouldn't let me see. It looks like the stuff Kambei used t'wear.

[Public]

Right. Anybody find a good place for booze yet? 

[4423]

Oy, Hiruma, got that eyeshield thing yet? And who's watching my plane before the races? I wouldn't put it past those Victoria II bastards to sabotage it.

Kensei, good luck, yo.

So, who actually thinks they're gonna beat me in this race? I'll give some of you Badland and Vohemar pilots credit--you guys have a chance. But Ivona? *snicker* Not a chance. Especially not that damn Victoria II. Bet their pilots are like their gunners.

Blind.

[Locked to Isako // Unhackable]

Sorry, Cap'n. It's good stress relief, and taunting them's too much damn fun.

Fuck yes. A plane race. Any of the mechanics want t'help me get my plane tuned up?

[4423]

As long as we don't get the fucking blame and this isn't gonna screw with our job, who cares who Ivona blames?

[Private // Unhackable]

What the fuck. She's not supposed to be here. She's supposed to be in that hellhole, whoring herself out t'whoever passes by. Not in this place, working in a regular shop!

And what the hell was up with her askin' me to write?

...What. The fuck. Are cactuses doin' out of the desert, walking around? I am stone cold sober, and I shouldn't be seeing this shit.

Finally cured of that fucking cold.

Anyone needs me, I'm doin' shit in town. If y'need anything, lemme know.

Hey, mind sending me up some soup and tea? Anko's giving me dirty looks and won't stop until I get 'sick food' in me, whatever that is.

So how're the repairs coming? From what I've seen, it actually looks like a ship now and not a flying bucket. Not that I've seen much, too busy sleeping this fucking cold away. At least I'm not contagious.

ooc:strikes not there

*he's obviously very tired*

Back from droppin' Pip off at the Fierta. Anyone needs me, check my cabin. Ugh I feel like shit

*sounds as he flops down in his chair and sighs*



ooc:strikes muttered

*a sigh and a small cough*

Ugh, my hands are red where that burning net nearly fried me, yo. And I feel like shit.

*sounds of him rummaging* Where's the booze....

Yo, we got storm clouds, and it smells clean outside for once, dammit, I need a shower.

Here's hopin' none of us get hit, yo. Or slip on the deck.

So, that makes, what, just me now? Or is there some other pilot I ain't seen yet?

And whoever painted that picture--what the fuck. I'm not that skinny.