So tell me more about this search for midnight snacks?

Dimbo slid further out of the way of Ozzy, lest he find himself a pancake on the floor, then reshaped into a more humanoid form, if only to stand closer to eye level. "Hmm... Why do I get the feeling I missed something nice?" He quietly questioned himself, only to shake his nearly non-existent head. "Mutiny?" He asks, question Zelacious. "Well, I'd say that 'Now /that/ something I have to see! But seeing as most of us still have places to be, mayhaps hold off on that idea for a little, eh?" The plasmoid advised and pats the Hadozee once on the shoulder. But then he hardly stuck around long enough to see if his advice took before slipping back out of the room and into the hallway through the cracks.

From there in seeming remembrance of his earlier curiosity in the Lizardfolk, he quietly slid into position to follow after the others, eager to see what more they might get up to!

Ozzy listens to the Lizardman on the other side of the door, eyes closed as he concentrates, he pauses for a moment and responds

 He then turns back to his bunk, lies down with a creak and grown from his bunk and starts to snore as if he was never awake.

"Well,  I think I've got some old trail rations stowed in my pack.   They didn't take my things since I wasn't, uh... sacked... to come on this expedition.  But I think it's a bit late for a walk to the galley at this point. Midnight snacks might be hard to come by.  But my rations are jerky, dried fruit, hardtack, and nuts. Better than nothing I suppose and beggars can't be choosers right?"

If Vargach is interested he'll go get some. 

Vargach:

”Latessssss?  Nightsssss?” says Vargach, comprehension dawning that it is, indeed, nighttime.  With a sack over his head and the night sounds of the jungle absent, he hadn’t even know it was night.

”No thanksssss…Ssssssleep,” he adds, understanding now that it is the dark hour of the night.  Vargach makes himself as comfortable as he can be on the bed he was previously thrown on, preparing to sleep.  He does, however, stay alert long enough to answer more questions first if anyone has any.

"Hmm, yes.  The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night's sleep.  Carry on."

Nicolae heads for his own bunk and once Shean is back in the room he locks the door.

"Go straight to the heart of danger, for there you will find safety."  

Shean cannot believe what he is hearing from the great lizardman. He has heard that some unsavory crews kidnap drunken sailors and force them to serve in their pirate ships. A dreadful fate. But the ACademy has no reason to do such thing. He doesn't really understand and when they are finally in their room he shares his concerns with Nicolae

"I do not understand. Perhaps it's all a misunderstanding but he did arrived tied... I will speak with the Chief tomorrow.. first thing in the morning." 

It seems that the party members have just got back to sleep although it is probably a few hours later when then there is a banging on the doors of the cabins and the Master Chief's dulcet tones (NOT) bellow out "wakey wakey hands off snakey. First day of academy cadets, briefing in the mess hall in 10 minutes." As his steps recede down the corridor Zalacious and Ozzy can hear their door being unlocked. Those who are attuned to such things can feel that the ship is no longer moving.

     "Academy my hairy butt!" Zelacious asserts as loudly as he can.  "We finally finding out the truth?  Cause surely no Academy is going to allow the likes of this motley crew in.  And if they did, we're too good for them!  At least you honestly kidnapped Oz and me and whatever that dragon-talking monstrosity I heard is...  I can't believe these other bald-bums were stupid enough to think you... YOU... are the representative of any reparable Academy!"

     Zelacious follows or goes where pointed but he's grumbling and complaining and insulting and insinuating to high heaven the entire time.  This surely cannot be any respectable establishment if they are recruiting out of jail cells.  Not that such a thing would turn Zelacious off, necessarily...  But what kind of proper villains would also be recruiting those gullible enough to think this was all on the up and up??

Vargach:

There was shouting is some kind in a strange language…Vargach wakes up from his light sleep and vaults to his feet, landing in a crouch and reaching for his missing equipment, the powerful lizardman sniffs the air for danger.  The strange scents reminding him of his new situation more than anything else, Vargach slowly relaxes and rises out of his combat crouch, asking, “Foodssss?”

With a yawn and a stretch, Ozzy rolls out of bed, grabbing his monocle and putting it in place. As they head to food hall, Ozzy looks around and finds Father Pat and approaches, "Now I know we haven't gotten off to the best start but is there any chance you took my belongings along with me? And if not, surely you would know where I could get my hands on a cigar?" 

Although it might have been only by seconds, Dimbo sensing the loss of motion, so is perhaps less rattled than the rest by the good Chief's wake-up call. "Aye, aye, Chief." He cheerily called back through the door. Then there's a flurry of activity as the plasomid pooled together the various tools, bits and bobs, and his backpack and other assortment scattered during the trip onto his person on his way to the door in his more humanoid-ish form.

"C'mon, Ironwood. Best we don't dawdle." He says to Cero just moments before slipping out into the hall with gleam in his eyes! Though granted, said gleam could just as well been a trick of any light happening to reflecting up his barely still accessories. And so hype he had been at the news of entering the academy that even Zelacious more venomous diatribe failed to dampen his mood! Rather, he'd try to placate the loquacious simian with bright promises of the academy being the perfect place to fulfill just about any long held dream! "Plus, you don't have to be stuck in a room for days on end!" He adds while making his way to teh mess hall. 

"Yes, hopefully 'food' Mr. Vargach." Says Naidania, changing herself, again. She follows everyone to the mess hall.

Vargach:

Unfamiliar with other race’s penchant for modesty, Vargach is unfazed by Naidania’s actions and simply follows her out of the room once she is ready.

The party reach the mess hall and the Master Chief is sitting there nursing a large cup of coffee. Before he has a chance to say anything Ozzy accosts him asking if he knows where he can get a cigar. The Master Chief shakes his head and mutters "a cigar before breakfast, they're all nuts!" before turning to Ozzy "no I don't know where you can get a cigar". He then turns to the party "right grab some grub, sit down and listen up." The party gets their food and sits down, once they're quiet, the Master Chief says "today you'll face a scenario to see if you've got what it takes to be a cadet!" He turns to Zalacious and Ozzy "before you say anything, yes you are included in the test. Of course, if you don't want to, I can arrange for you to return to your accommodation on the Rock!" He then turns to Vargach and says "sjek wux trichorv coi geou tiichi dout bafotruhki!" 

"After you've fed your faces, well those that have one" he says looking at Dimbo "go back to your cabins and grab your personal kit, and yes Zalacious you'll get a weapon supplied!"

Translation from Draconic (Scott only I think!)

Nicolae awoke.  It was interesting, so many years before that he had previously only meditated but now he slept.  He wondered why he thought of this and then shrugged.  Dressing himself he followed the others to the mess hall and got his plate of food.  Listening to the instructions given he returned to his room.

Shortly he came out wearing his chainmail, a heavy crossbow slung over one shoulder.  He had a yklwa on his belt and he carried his glaive.

When the others were gathered together he mused out loud "Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement." 

Then turning to the Master Chief "I stand ready Chief!"

     Zelacious eats.  And talks.  But mostly eats and talks simultaneously.  If any aren’t used to tuning him out already then they must surely marvel at how he can keep up that pace of consumption and conversation with no noticeable pauses for respiration.  Does the space monkey even breathe?  Or perhaps the weird flaps of skin somehow..,

     Best not to overthink it, really.

     “Back to our accommodations on the Rock!?!” Zalacious cries out with forced mirth and laughter.  He dramatically slaps his knee to add to the sarcasm.  “You catching the crap this one is flinging, Ozzy my man??”  It is truly remarkable the diminutive simian can go on such while breakfast falls from the corners of his mouth.

     “If you could afford to lose us you wouldn’t have dragged us along in the first place!” Zelacious points out.  “As if you’re going to all the trouble to keep us locked up and secured just to fly halfway across the Astral Sea then turn around and return us?  Make sense, master chief commander bossman!”

     Zelacious chatters on with a running commentary while Master Chief talks on ignoring him.  It’s a required skill for all those around Zelacious…

     Later on, he chirps up too loudly to be ignored once again. “Weapon?  Singular?  Oh no, no. No siree!  I need weapons. Sssssssss.   That ssss sound at the end?  It means multiple.  As in more than one.  Daggers and rapiers and whips, oh my!  If you want this lean, mean fighting machine on your team then you need to properly equip his hairy ass, no?  Yes!”

     “And speaking of my well coifed derrière, it needs protecting!” Zelacious continues on.  “Armor!  And hood stuff!  I’m not pirate, happy with a bandanna and a billowy blouse…  I need some honest to goodness armor!”

Vargach:

Vargach nods carefully at the chieftain, concerned he might be trying to manipulate him.  He replies in Draconic and eats, waiting to see if his equipment will be returned.

Upon arriving at the mess hall. "Cadet Staciaru reporting for duty. Sir." Says Naidania standing at attention with her hand behind her back. She picks a spot to sit down and eats her breakfast. She tries to stay with bread and fruits if there are any. While eating, she mentally tries to tune out the chattering coming from Zelacious.

Dimbo burbles and clasps his hands together in his excitement. "So, it's like an entrance exam? Great! And way ahead of you, Master Chief." The plasmoid went on to assure, gesturing to the pack already strapped to the semi-hardened parts of his being, and tag that -- with some brief adjustment -- rested around his thick neck in probably a way most would consider would strangle a normal person. "Could do with a spot of armor of at least, eh, middling level of protection, but I can certainly manage. But anything that can be spared would certainly be appreciated."