Zaius almost chokes on his food as the newcomer begins questioning the team and Rel starts in with his jokes. “Adult supervision? We don’t need adult supervision. Do you know what we did? We saved the commander”Zaius shakes his head. “Name is Zaius, a wildspacer looking to get back out to sea. I make sure we can handle any incidents that come up.” The hadozee nods toward the mug “Adding something a little stronger, got enough to share?”
Erma carefully looks at each person sitting at the table, and the one still picking their food, and nods thoughtfully.
She suddenly smiles broadly and laughs out loud, "Gotcha!"
"Look at your faces," she is having trouble breathing through a full body laughter, "oh dear I was hoping to rattle you a bit, but that worked so much better than I had hoped for!"
Erma pulls out the flask and hands it to Zaius, "Cough syrup - the air is a bit dry here for me. It has a bit of a kick, though, I'm making it myself."
"I heard about you saving the commander and was very pleased to find out my luck at being assigned to such a kick-ass team."
She takes a bite and continues, "I wasn't joking about taking care of you, though. Many years ago I lost all three of my brave and courageous sons. They were leading squads and expeditions not unlike this one and it's a dangerous life. I'm going to do my utmost for your mothers to never receive similar messages."
[Don't let me interrupt the roleplay, I'm loving it! But I will flash back just a minute or so to fill in:]
You each queue up to receive your breakfast. At the front of the line you're served by the giff galley cook, who wears a name tag identifying him as Petty Officer Winston Ryeback, and a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen. Ryeback hands you a bowl containing a smoky concoction of either deep-fried meat or beans (your choice), held together with sticky starches. From what you gather from the chatter of the other students in line, the cook has never given this signature dish a name, but the cadets refer to it as "gunpowder chowder".
[Anyone who wishes can make some kind of skill check to pick up on the scuttlebutt in the room. This could [have] happen[ed] at any point, e.g. while in the queue or while you're at the table eating, and can be any check you feel you can justify. Simple examples might be Perception to just listen to the other cadets around you, or a straight Charisma to try to join a conversation. You might learn different things from different checks—use your imagination!]
Xavier gets, his food, then sits down, looking at the new companion that joined us. He would look at the new companion with some surprise. His idea of a cadet wasn't exactly someone of her .. age. But he was ancient in human years, so why should he judge? He shoots a look at Rel, as he begins taunting the newcomer. He sighs, and offers a smile. He began to speak, but Rel decided that that was the perfect time for a song. He listened to his... interestingg song, before addressing Erma.
"Well that was definitely something. I'm Xavier. I, um, I punch stuff, and I'm good at not getting punched. And, um that's all I can think of that's interesting."
He takes a swig from his wine bottle, letting the definitely non-alcoholic water in it wash down his meal, before looking at Rel, and whispering:
"I'd suggest you didn't. Because if you do, I Will be very aware of who did them"
Rel cocks an eyebrow at the monk. "You'd suggest I didn't... what? sing? play jokes on people? My dear elf, you must not have known many bards 'til now. You might as well tell a bird not to fly, a fish not to swim, or an elf to not take himself too seriously. It's all in good fun, and you'll come off much more popular if you can laugh at yourself than if you get offended over such trivialities. Trust me, my friend, if you stick with me, our exploits will be remembered in songs sung throughout Wildspace centuries hence, and your name immortalized so long as taverns shall last and wine shall flow."
"Well, not many. More like, none." Xavier conceded. He gave a sigh, and folded his arms. "Just, please do it in moderation. We don't need any more targets on our backs than we already have."
As Roy walked through the dining hall to food line he kept his ears and eyes open. Not being the most talkative type, he kept to himself.
Most of the conversations Roy overhears are about yesterday's excitement. The cadets know that some of the new recruits were involved in some way with the attack on Mirt, but the details aren't clear. Some appear to think you were the ones that attacked the Old Wolf yourselves; a certain Veena seems to be the leading proponent of that theory. The thefts seems to have upped their game as well, now targeting instructors; Petty Officer Ryeback loudly complains to anyone mentioning the thefts in his hearing that his own quarters were robbed of a beloved pistol.
At a nearby table, another group of new recruits is excited with anticipation of receiving their first training assignment. Apparently there's a rumor that your two groups are going to be doing some kind of competitive exercise together.
Rel will walk around the dining hall, trying to get to know some names and faces of other cadets, and listening out for any scuttlebutt that might be relevant.
(OOC We may have already learned everything there is to learn at this stage, but if not I'll roll Performance to see if his song caused anyone to think of him in a friendly way. Performance 22 )
Rel overhears much the same as Roy did [yeah that's pretty much everything :)]. Xavier is so focused on looking out for Veena that he doesn't even notice what the rest of you do as you eat: a lone human, with light olive skin and short, disheveled black hair framing a round face which is currently alternative between looking for a place to sit, and buried in a book that he is juggling while trying to also carry his chowder and occasionally write on a pad filled with neatly penned notes.
Seeing that your table is the only one that still has places available, he makes his way over to it and sits down shyly. "I'm Miken, Miken Haverstance," he introduces himself. "Please pardon me if I'm a little distracted," he indicates his studies, "I'm... I'm a bit nervous about the training we're going to be doing."
Having rejoined his crew-mates at the table, Rel smiles at the newcomer, deftly catching his book before it tumbles to the floor. "Welcome to the cool kids' table. Don't worry, we're not picky, as you can see," he grins, indicating Erma with his thumb. "So, Miken, what're you studying there?"
Zaius almost chokes on his food as the newcomer begins questioning the team and Rel starts in with his jokes. “Adult supervision? We don’t need adult supervision. Do you know what we did? We saved the commander” Zaius shakes his head. “Name is Zaius, a wildspacer looking to get back out to sea. I make sure we can handle any incidents that come up.” The hadozee nods toward the mug “Adding something a little stronger, got enough to share?”
Erma carefully looks at each person sitting at the table, and the one still picking their food, and nods thoughtfully.
She suddenly smiles broadly and laughs out loud, "Gotcha!"
"Look at your faces," she is having trouble breathing through a full body laughter, "oh dear I was hoping to rattle you a bit, but that worked so much better than I had hoped for!"
Erma pulls out the flask and hands it to Zaius, "Cough syrup - the air is a bit dry here for me. It has a bit of a kick, though, I'm making it myself."
"I heard about you saving the commander and was very pleased to find out my luck at being assigned to such a kick-ass team."
She takes a bite and continues, "I wasn't joking about taking care of you, though. Many years ago I lost all three of my brave and courageous sons. They were leading squads and expeditions not unlike this one and it's a dangerous life. I'm going to do my utmost for your mothers to never receive similar messages."
[Don't let me interrupt the roleplay, I'm loving it! But I will flash back just a minute or so to fill in:]
You each queue up to receive your breakfast. At the front of the line you're served by the giff galley cook, who wears a name tag identifying him as Petty Officer Winston Ryeback, and a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen. Ryeback hands you a bowl containing a smoky concoction of either deep-fried meat or beans (your choice), held together with sticky starches. From what you gather from the chatter of the other students in line, the cook has never given this signature dish a name, but the cadets refer to it as "gunpowder chowder".
[Anyone who wishes can make some kind of skill check to pick up on the scuttlebutt in the room. This could [have] happen[ed] at any point, e.g. while in the queue or while you're at the table eating, and can be any check you feel you can justify. Simple examples might be Perception to just listen to the other cadets around you, or a straight Charisma to try to join a conversation. You might learn different things from different checks—use your imagination!]
As Roy walked through the dining hall to food line he kept his ears and eyes open. Not being the most talkative type, he kept to himself.
Investigation: 17
Perception: 13
Insight: 23
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Finishing his meal, Rel pulls his chair back from the table and climbs atop it. Clinking his glass with his fork, he calls out "Quiet, please. QUIET!"
Waiting a moment or two for the cacophony to die down, he begins to sing, quietly at first, but with increasing volume and gusto as he gets into it.
Ryeback, our dear chef, he has a checkered past.
He once had a girlfriend, but it didn't last.
He comes from a village, far off in the east.
A genius with a sauce-pan, to say the very least.
One day he traveled, to market for some pork
To roast in his oven, delicious for your forks.
"He came 'pon a maiden, sitting in the mud,
her beauty and grace they stirred his fiery blood,
'How may I help thee?' he asked on bended knee,
Bewitched by her beauty, he did not think to flee,
Grateful, she answered, 'milord I have one wish,
My curse you can dispel with a single tender kiss,
An evil witch hath caught me, in this cursed trap,
If you release me, I'll sit upon your lap,
Ever so grateful, you'll have my love alway,
If you but kiss me, I'll serve thee every day.'
Filled with desire, the galley-man leaned in close,
and tenderly planted a smooch upon her nose.
The girl was surrounded, by an eldritch cloud,
The spell was undone now, her freedom was allowed.
The smoke cleared, and Ryeback saw standing in the puddle,
A great sow, a porker, she came over for a cuddle.
The moral of the story, you don't have deep to dig,
Always help a lady, but never kiss a pig!"
The bard smiles and bows, and climbs down off his chair.
Welcome to the gang
Yo some stuff went down, can't respond rn tho. Will soon
Xavier gets, his food, then sits down, looking at the new companion that joined us. He would look at the new companion with some surprise. His idea of a cadet wasn't exactly someone of her .. age. But he was ancient in human years, so why should he judge? He shoots a look at Rel, as he begins taunting the newcomer. He sighs, and offers a smile. He began to speak, but Rel decided that that was the perfect time for a song. He listened to his... interestingg song, before addressing Erma.
"Well that was definitely something. I'm Xavier. I, um, I punch stuff, and I'm good at not getting punched. And, um that's all I can think of that's interesting."
He takes a swig from his wine bottle, letting the definitely non-alcoholic water in it wash down his meal, before looking at Rel, and whispering:
"I'd suggest you didn't. Because if you do, I Will be very aware of who did them"
Rel cocks an eyebrow at the monk. "You'd suggest I didn't... what? sing? play jokes on people? My dear elf, you must not have known many bards 'til now. You might as well tell a bird not to fly, a fish not to swim, or an elf to not take himself too seriously. It's all in good fun, and you'll come off much more popular if you can laugh at yourself than if you get offended over such trivialities. Trust me, my friend, if you stick with me, our exploits will be remembered in songs sung throughout Wildspace centuries hence, and your name immortalized so long as taverns shall last and wine shall flow."
Ok Rel I just wanna say you are killing it ooc.
"Well, not many. More like, none." Xavier conceded. He gave a sigh, and folded his arms. "Just, please do it in moderation. We don't need any more targets on our backs than we already have."
[Agreed. In fact, for doing a whole song, Rel gains inspiration.]
Most of the conversations Roy overhears are about yesterday's excitement. The cadets know that some of the new recruits were involved in some way with the attack on Mirt, but the details aren't clear. Some appear to think you were the ones that attacked the Old Wolf yourselves; a certain Veena seems to be the leading proponent of that theory. The thefts seems to have upped their game as well, now targeting instructors; Petty Officer Ryeback loudly complains to anyone mentioning the thefts in his hearing that his own quarters were robbed of a beloved pistol.
At a nearby table, another group of new recruits is excited with anticipation of receiving their first training assignment. Apparently there's a rumor that your two groups are going to be doing some kind of competitive exercise together.
Erma claps and cheers along with everyone else, but otherwise keeps quiet, deciding to observe the group dynamic for now.
Rel will walk around the dining hall, trying to get to know some names and faces of other cadets, and listening out for any scuttlebutt that might be relevant.
(OOC We may have already learned everything there is to learn at this stage, but if not I'll roll Performance to see if his song caused anyone to think of him in a friendly way. Performance 22 )
Xavier will, should he be allowed to by the all powerful DM, scan the room for a certain Veena.
Perception:19
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(Ooc shouldn't be to hard to miss based on Veena's poisonality
NAT ONE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I take one point of looking damage 😂
Rel overhears much the same as Roy did [yeah that's pretty much everything :)]. Xavier is so focused on looking out for Veena that he doesn't even notice what the rest of you do as you eat: a lone human, with light olive skin and short, disheveled black hair framing a round face which is currently alternative between looking for a place to sit, and buried in a book that he is juggling while trying to also carry his chowder and occasionally write on a pad filled with neatly penned notes.
Having rejoined his crew-mates at the table, Rel smiles at the newcomer, deftly catching his book before it tumbles to the floor. "Welcome to the cool kids' table. Don't worry, we're not picky, as you can see," he grins, indicating Erma with his thumb. "So, Miken, what're you studying there?"
Gloix bows his head towards Miken as he joins them and sounds in his head, "Welcome, sit with us. We are all new here."