[Spelljammers]

Mirelda did get it. She had good control as she accelerated and backed up in a nice and precise manor. The others though...their ships sped off quite abruptly. For the three of you, you feel something press against the front of your body as if a stone slab was set upon you. It feels heavier and heavier as the speed picks up. And as you finally brake, it feels like you were sent flying forward yet remained still. The weight has been lifted but it still rattles you for a moment.

"Always good to see eagerness in new cadets, just temper with a bit a caution, yes?" Saerthe says. "Now then, to steer the ship. Just turn, it is as simple and complicated like that. This is not your body but a wheel, wagon, or a boat. You control how fast it goes but tell it when to turn. So go ahead and try to understand how the steering goes, should only be a few moments."

[Corps]

(So you all wanna head to the refectory for a quick bite?)

(Yep we're all gonna go grab some grub)

[Spelljammers]

(Unexpected but certainly welcome!)

The only reason Mirelda did not begin energetically not to the instructor's comment was that she felt her head to be a part of the ship at the moment, something not so prone to nodding. Sure, he said it is not part of the ship but she liked her whale-association better. Mirelda tried to turn a bit in the manner of the sea giant - with a slow but imposing grace.

[Corps]

Adam took keen notice of the elf woman's reddened pointed ears. 'Veena, huh? She could be a challenge to spar with on the mat.' he thinks to himself. He watches her movements as she leaves with her lackeys. 'Seems she has great flexibility, but I have reach.' (OOC: A nod to my guy, Garrus ;D)

"Right back atcha, darling.", he responds to the orc woman's catcall with a sultry wink and a "boom-boom dance" of his pectoral muscles.

He turns to Warren, "Good on you for not backing down.", and gives the dragonborn a one-armed bro hug. "They were testing your mettle and you didn't give them an inch! They will either respect you, fear you, or hate you more for it!" he says with a laugh.

"Sorry, we couldn't get a cauldron out of them, Muck. Perhaps Boswell will find something when we return or we could shop arou-."

"GROOOOWWWWWLLLL!!!" Adam's stomach protests. "HAHAHA, yes yes, let us find whatever it is they call a mess hall. However, my friends, my battle stories are much better over drinks!"

(Adam dons on his shirt and chest armor and is ready to head to the Refectory for a bite to eat.) 

Warren throws his own arm over the elf, "Heh, I've quite a bit of experience dealin' with the like o' them. Though the treat's ain't usually aimed at me." He gives the elf a friendly shake before releasing him. "Respect, fear, hate, Heh, same goes for you depending on how ye fair durin training. I'd hate to be outdone by an elf... Though you're a might bigger than most a yer kind that I've seen."

Hearing Adam's stomach, he laughs, "Haha, let's get movin then! Beer 'n Battle stories over a hot meal couldn't sound any better. Perhaps the cook'll have a spare cauldron er pot er somthin'."

"Lead on, I will follow." Muck states.

Muck is happy to be with a crew again and hopefully soon he will be the captain of his own spelljammer sailing out among the stars once more, he thinks as he follows along behind his new friends.

"Oh, right, kitchen might have an empty container I can use, thanks for the heads up, I will see about obtaining one." He says to Warren.

[Corps]

As you approach the refectory, you see a sign.

Special of the day:

Smoked Astral Salmon

with baked potatoes

Regular Meals also available:

Winston's 4 food groups

Cheesy Sheep

Pigs Fly Burger

You see a few group of cadets eating already but most tables are free to go to. Beyond the tables you see Boswell speaking to another giff. The giff was talking to him as he works up a sweat by going back and forth, bringing different pots, cauldrons, and sometimes a bucket.

Beshlog somehow manages to bring the ship to a rocky stop, using every bit of his willpower. But eventually, he manages to get the ship under control and follows the instructor's directions to turn the ship. Now much more cautious, he tries turning the ship. It feels a bit harder, perhaps because of his attempt to restrain himself.

"Good to know how fast these things are," he thinks to himself. "But better be careful with em', though. Can't become the greatest wizard in the universe if we slam into a black hole on our first mission."

Muck excuses himself from the group, "Grab a table, be right back." then will walk over to Boswell.

Will straighten his blob form up a bit while waiting to be noticed from Boswell and company, then state "Sir any of those by chance for me and if so, I think that one would be perfect." pointing to a bucket that is about 2' in diameter and about 2' tall. "Thank you again, it was not necessary but it is a bit more comfortable when I sleep."

Turning to the other Giff Muck will say, "If there is anything you need help with, just let me know and if I am allowed while focusing on my other duties here I will come and help." Then with a hint of levity in his voice, "I am an excellent cleaner of dishes." Then will nod in Boswell's direction and grab his bucket and move back to the group.

[Corps]

The giff takes a hold of the bucket, shaking his head and pointing to the inside of it. Inside it was filled with lard, "Just grabbed it for an example, give the cadets a couple of minutes and they should be done with the dishes." He points behind him towards the two troublemakers from before. "Once they're done Boswell here was gonna leave it on your bunk for you but looks like he can cut that trip out."

"Thanks for that though, I'll have the cadets bring it over to your table."

[Spelljammers]

As you all start to maneuver the ship well enough, Saerthe speaks up, 

“Tell me where you wish to be one year hence. What shall the cosmos make of you?”

Warren nods to Muck as the Ooze makes his way over to the Giffs. Turning to Adam he says, "I think I might try that Salmon. Sounds intrestin'." He takes a seat at an empty table. "What are you planning on eating?"

(Are the cadet's being served? Or is it buffet style?)

Beshlog carefully carefully utilizes the ship's controls, trying hard not to make the same mistake he did at first with over-enthusiasm.

"Where do I wish to be in a year's time?" Beshlog echoes as he pilots the ship. "In a year's time, I intend to find every scrap of arcane lore the universe has to offer, to learn what I can from every mage willing to talk to me, and perhaps meet a few otherworldly creatures with power beyond our mortal comprehension that I will inevitably try to comprehend."

Zaridil's whisper sent another ripple of reality through the spacefaring illusion, but Mirelda was learning to compensate for the pesky reality. she shifted her attention on Saerthe then back to Zaridil to whisper back doubtfully. "You think so? Guess being of sea people has it's perks." (there was absolutely now doubts about that part in her voice). The question of the instructor was harder to answer, though. She simply did not know what to say... "When I learned about the Great Sea of Stars, bigger and deeper than any ocean of our world, I ... felt I had to get there. If it is truly as big as they say, I think in a year from now I will still sail in it, learning of all it's wonders." Mirelda understood that compare to, say, Beshlog's plans, hers sounded way too vague but was unable to say anything more concrete.

[Corps]

(Buffet style where you tell the chef your order and he sets it onto your tray.)

[Spelljammers]

Saerthe directs a few rocks to go about the space, making you either slow or quicken your pace to avoid them. He asks another question,

"If the future is difficult to see, then tell me of your past, what drove you here to live in this moment now?"

"I sought knowledge that I could not obtain at home," Beshlog replies with a smile. "My home is a primitive place that knows little of the universe and whose people feel they have no need to explore arcane power."

Such a tragedy that his people can't see what he's seeing now, the Goliath thinks as he stares at the stars beyond him. Someday, when he has learned all he can, he'll return to them and try to expand their minds beyond their mud huts and icy mountains.

Bellona having been focused on trying to get the full hang of controlling the ship looks up.

”In a year I would like to be one of the finest spelljammers out there on the forefront of exploration. For me its something I feel like I can do to make a difference. Maybe thats silly but its my dream you know?”

[Corp]

"Yes, the menu on the sign does sound good." Adam agrees with Warren. Watching Muck break off from the group, Adam also makes his way to the person(giff?) behind the food counter. "Greetings! All the items on your sign at the front sound fantastic. I'll have that."

 (If the person doesn't understand.) An awkward pause later. "Yes, all the items." Adam nods with a charming grin and begins to grab payment from his coin pouch. (Willing spend 5g max.)

 Adam will gather his meal(s) and wait at the table for his friends, Muck and Warren to arrive. After they sit down, he speaks in elvish (Thanks for the food.) and begins to devour his food ravenously.

Muck looks over the spread in front of Adam and then goes an orders one of the specials coming back to the table and waiting for his order.

When it arrives he takes a bite out of it and smiles at the taste, it is really really good. The food easily able to be seen floating around in his body slowly being absolved into his body.

He then notices the faces of his friends around the table and they stare and put their utensils back down.

Chuckling to himself, "Sorry about that." As his skin then turns a deep black so nothing can be seen inside.