Wolf finds Erriviel taking down inventory in a small room that functions as his office. "Ah, our carpenter. Welcome aboard. And what might you be looking for?"

As Wolf barges into Erriviel's room, he notices a small white mask that seems to move of its own accord and drop into a drawer behind the desk.

Wolf pays the objects moving on their own no mind as he excitedly looks at the dark elf, tail wagging, as he gets out, “Captain said to open up the rum to celebrate a full crew. I’m here to help.” 

Erriviel peers closely at Wolf before erasing and rewriting something on his sheet. He then stands up and a set of keys float out of a drawer and land in his hand before he walks with Wolf to the hold. "Wait outside for a moment, if you would."

Erriviel unlocks the door and goes inside, after a few seconds Wolf hears a muffled thud followed by some cursing in what is presumably Elvish. After a few more seconds, Erriviel exits, holding a small cask of rum. "Here you are, if we're celebrating then kindly tell the captain that I will be up in a few minutes as soon as I finish finalizing the inventory."

He then heads back to his room as the door locks behind him and the keys fly somewhere under his coat.

Wolf takes the cask his tail flickering uncontrollably. “Yeah. I’ll do that.” He says automatically to whatever Erriviel said not really paying attention to the elf anymore. A giant smile on his face Wolf quickly makes his way back towards the dining area to get the biggest mug he can find and to pop open this cask. 

Sana beams. "Yes, let's have a drink to celebrate the crew! I don't think I've met them all yet anyway, this is a good opportunity to meet them all properly!"

At some point during the day, Erriviel leaves the ship, putting on his mask. He returns about half an hour later, with a small chest with a coil of rope on top floating behind him. He leaves the chest in the kitchen along with a small pouch and a note. He brings the rope back with him to his room.

The note reads: Cook, enclosed in this chest are several varieties of fresh produce, some things you may find useful. These things will never spoil as long as they remain within. The pouch is a magical spice pouch that should come in handy when you are cooking. If you have need of anything else, put in a request with the captain and she will approve it and send it to me. - Erriviel Torel, Quartermaster of the Belle of the Sea

(The chest is a Chest of Preserving filled with fresh meat and vegetables and a lot of clementines, and the rope is a Rope of Mending)

Carrhae calls through the door to let Indigo know about the occasion. "Chef, is it possible that you could take a quick break? We're having a drink to celebrate the formation of this crew." Then she goes out to get Chandor, Syltra, and Grishkar for this celebration, even though a part of her doubts that Grishkar will join the festivities. And when she gets back, she has a caveat for her youngest crewmember. "This is only because we're celebrating a special occasion, Sloop. Don't grow accustomed to this."

Sloop, ever the gentleman (haha, yeah, right) gently seats the captain in her chair at the head of the table and then places a napkin on her lap. “Mustn’t dirty your uniform, ma’am.”  While placing the napkin on her lap, he casually (Sleight of Hand: 21) rubs his arm against her ample chest.

OOC: HOT DAMN!  Nat 20 there, chief.

Next, Sloop bounds over to the next chair with a dancers grace, and does the same with the XO (and of course, attempting the same smooth move cop-a-feel as well: 18).

After formally seating the two, Sloop runs over to Wolf, and grabs two fine cups and fills them with rum. Within seconds, the cups are gracefully placed in front of the Captain and XO.

Back for a round two, Sloop fills up his own cup, and giddily drinks it empty in one large chug. Within seconds, he visibly turns a putrid shade of green, and begins to wobble, falling directly into Misha’s lap. Looking up, he groggily attempts a smile, but that’s is quickly replaced with the immediate urge to spew out the contents of his stomach. With haste, Sloop flees the scene and runs topside to chum the water. 

Jeremiah stirred a large cauldron of stewing ingredients while the others chatted in and around the kitchen. Despite opinions about his new state, he was reliable labor. Never late, never questioned - or seemed to disagree with - orders, and never really stopped working. Under his shirt, a spider rested against his chest, clung to the inside of the deckhand's shirt. The little thing was a black widow, but its distinctive red mark was shaped more in the fashion of a skull than an hourglass. 

Across from the entrance to an infirmary, a door sat shut through most of the days. Within, the doctor made his residence. A heavy, metal-bound book rested on a desk in the center of the quarters, a simple bed laid in the corner, and an assortment of medical books filled a small bookshelf against the opposite wall. At the desk, Grishkar sat in quiet, solitary meditation, hearing the chatter of the kitchen and crew. At mention of a celebration, his mouth turns down to a scowl.

Carrhae contemplates whether she should deal with Sloop's attempt to cop a feel on Kali, or whether she should leave him to face the barbarian's wrath, when suddenly, he downs a cup of rum (before pouring a glass for everyone else) and runs off, clearly unable to hold his liquor. "Lightweight." Carrhae sighs and pours glasses for the other eight crewmembers. 

Wolf has a low growl in his throat as he watches Sloop quickly pour himself a glass. The Captain and the First Mate he didn’t mine, mainly because they could both literally throw him overboard. Seeing him run up to throw the rum back up was just the last straw on the camels back. “If you can’t hold your liquor you shouldn’t have any. Wasting perfectly good brews by throwing it up. Shameful.” Wolf’s tail having stopped wagging with Sloops’s disgrace. However, it quickly goes back to wagging as the Captain pours Wolf a drink. The shifter grabs the biggest mug of rum there is and says, “Thank You Captain.” A giant smile on his face before he starts to chug the contents without missing a beat. 

Sana accepts a mug from Carrhae. "Thank you, Captain." Her Wolf tail reappears as she watches Wolf curiously, noting the difference in its movements as he downs his rum.

Kali belts out a laugh at Sloop’s attempt to cope a feel (PP 13) and her shirt not exactly being buttoned up didn’t exactly help save herself from not being on his radar, but it didn’t stop her from gripping at his curious hand with a strong hand of her own with a smile. “Being surrounded by such beautiful women, it’s hard to control yourself, ain’t it, kitten?” As she speaks her grip only tightens. “I ain’t a stickler for this kinda stuff, but not all women are the same as I.” She was practically crushing his hand. “If you wanna avoid visiting our lovely doctor, I’d suggest you stop while you’re ahead... Or work on being a little more subtle, aye?” And just before it feels like she was about to break his hand, she releases her hold and leans back in her seat with the drink he poured.

She observes the tyke as he drinks, and laughs again, bringing her cup to her lips and before taking a sip says: “He’ll grow an immunity to it soon enough. Cabin boys always end up surprising the crew, one way or another.”

The door to the room opens as Erriviel walks in, brushing off the side of his coat as though a small cabin boy had nearly run him over on his way in. As he looks around and sees everyone, he slightly tilts his head as he sees Carrhae pouring the drinks, What a strange hierarchy these surface dwellers have. Such a shame I have to be part of it.

As he walks in, one of the glasses which was unclaimed floats to his hand and he raises it in a toast, "To the captain, the Belle, and good fortune to come," before taking a drink and a seat. He looks around, studying everyone's faces intensely, before speaking again.

"I am Erriviel Torel, your quartermaster. It seems I've already met our carpenter and cabin boy, although I have yet to receive a single name besides our captain's. Introductions, please. Name, date of birth, place of birth, favorite color, criminal record, favorite animal, and, most importantly, where you keep your gold."

He gives a wide smile to the room, "I merely jest, names will do, although all information is welcome."

Sana snickers and raises her glass in Erriviel's toast. "Sana, fourteenth Kythorn, a ship, silver, not saying, shark, and if you want my gold you can play a game of cards with me, although I always found stories to be a more entertaining commodity for games of chance."

As soon as Wolf fishinshes his first drink he goes for another one, his tail flicking around happily, as he answers the questions, "Wolf, don't know so I just says sometime in Mirtul, don't know, green, nope, wolves, and I'll tell you if I can have a cask of this for myself." 

"To the Belle of the Sea! And her crew! May all of our ventures end in success and prosperity!" Carrhae downs her glass. "Hmm. Rum is fine, but mimosas are better."

As everyone said their piece, Kali observed Erriviel and his mannerisms, not particularly looking for anything off, though, she’s very rarely seen a drow stray from the Underdark, nevertheless on a ship of all things. They were always so pompous... Perfect for a quartermaster anyways. When it came around to her, she rose her glass.

”Name is Kali, the first mate on this ship, I like long walks on the beach, housewives, and the color red.” She chuckles low and brings the drink back to her mouth to finish it off and pull in another.

Misha usually had two emotional states. One, she either looked like someone had told her some amazingly good news, or two, she looked like she had the most remarkable secret to tell someone. As she smile and happily looked around the table at the new crew, the cat cabin boy fell sick into Misha's lap, and she startled a bit as he started to turn a shade of green after downing the rum. She laughed, quickly pulled him off her by his nape, and set him aside to watch him run topside and throw up. As everyone had small talk, her eyes occasionally looked over the crew, but her gaze always lingered a bit longer on Kali. Carrhae approached with a drink.

"Ah!" Misha said, taking the glass from Carrhae, "Thank you, prekrasnyy."

Errivel walked in, and Misha once again was in wonder. This one was different, for sure. She had once heard about Drow in education, and knew little about the people, but, at least he was humanoid, she almost laughed out loud. Everyone answered his questions, and when it was her turn to do so, she raised her glass.

"I am Misha." she said, "I am from Acheron, and was created about 25 years ago. I am very heppy to meet all of you, I will be boatswain! May Bane watch over us all, and grant us glory and honor in His name. May his wisdom guide us and our meesion to good fortune, successful combat, and direct our thoughts and intentions true - so that any opportunity we have to conquer..we may." She looked at Carrhae fondly for a moment, a gentle loving smile on her face before she spoke again. "To you, my friend, and to us, and to The Belle of the Sea." She gulped down the rum like it was water, and set the glass down with a satified "Ahhhh!"

Indigo comes out to make a toast with the rest of the crew, appearing anxious and notably looking back toward the galley every few seconds. As soon as the toasts are over she runs back to the kitchen.