His scent made her eyes water. It was awful. It broke her concentration. She winced, shamelessly, as it worked up into her nostrils - but still said nothing. She looked towards Dani and wondered if she should introduce herself as well. She could feel her strength returning slowly, like her body was recalibrating for some reason. She waited another moment and then decided to proceed to answer his question. She opened her mouth..but then he talked again and left, so she thought nothing else of it.

She turned back to Dani as if nothing had happened.

"I seem to have no recollection of how I got here. Has it been the same for you?"

Dani makes no indication of her preference for having Thrash there or not. She glances at Ashley. "Was drinking last night. Woke up here. Probably drugged, don't know exactly what. Guessing that ended up happening to you too, how you ended up here." She lays the facts out quickly and efficiently, not mincing words. Mother would be horrified.

Drinking. Drugged. Is that how all of us got here? I don't know anyone here. Or, where we are.

Patience. Regain your strength. You can walk again, that's good. Apparently you can't mop with a shit.

I close my eyes for a moment after Dani speaks. I'm not ignoring her. I can feel it.

I can feel my cells. Each one. Changing. It's strange. It's a sensation i've never felt before.

I'm not sure why. I let it do it's thing. 

"So what do we do now?" I ask.

Toni, with the help of her new friend, Rosie trudges in to the mess hall. She gets a tray and "food" from Gin, then turns to her work buddy, "Thank you Rosie, hopefully tomorrow will be better." that said, she makes her way to a table, any table, without regard for where anyone is sitting,  (Incidentally, it ends up being a table VERY near the others) and plunks down her tray, collapsing into a seated position on a bench. She lays her head down, not regarding the food at all.

Eventually, Gin comes and sits beside her, informing her that the food is inedible. A groan emanates from the weary Lashunta that sounds like a cross between a spirit leaving her body, and the War Cry of a Trixatarian werebear. "Giiiin! I'm not going to make it. I give up, this is too much. I don't understand what we're doing, I don't understand where we are. I'm hungry, tired, sick, and I'm pretty sure they didn't kidnap us for our music....maybe. We're all alone on a ship of pirates and strangers, and I don't even know where, when, or if we are going to sleep anytime soon.' Toni is a broken mess.

Thrash would have gotten up from the table with Dani and the other new comer.. giving himself a sniff before shaking his head and pulling off his hat.. using it to fan away some of the stench coming off of his body. Just as he was about to sit down at his old table, he would spot Toni and Gin sitting at the next table over and quickly plop down next to them just as Toni is threatening to give up. "Ya can't give up! You don't want yer friend Gin here having to make Toni stew do ya?" he would say as he gives toni a hard pat on the shoulder. "Don't you all worry.. I got a couple great plans I been cookin up in my brain while Gin here was cookin up dinner." He would add as he looks around to make sure no one is listening. "I'm gunna find me a dagger... or a small piece of metal I can use like a dagger... and then I'm gunna make a couple more weapons... and then we are going to use THOSE weapons to get OUR weapons outta that storage room..." Thrash would whisper with a quiet hiss. "I ain't gunna lie to ya both, I was hoping to join a new pirate crew.. I had a bit of a fallin out with the last one... but as much as I enjoy my new position her aboard this ship.. it Ain't exactly the type of position I was hoping for..." The lizardfolk would lean in a little further "And I get the feeling your two ain't enjoying your new lots in life either... Now if you both wanted to be pirates like me.. well I got a slightly different plan that would involve a little bit of killin to make ourselves look good.. and get us all some promotions if ya wanna hear that one." The lizardfolk would whisper quietly with a grin and a wink. 

(OOC: What kind of eating utensils are we provided with?)

Plastic utensils. Nothing you could make a weapon out of 

Gin hugs Toni’s side as a way of comfort as Thrash began to speak of ways to escape. “I could probably snatch something...” Gin murmurs under her breath. “But that would be really risky, you know? There’s like... a million of these guys and only 5 of us.” She rests her head on her sister as her hand begins to tap at her thigh in a beat. “Maybe if we behave they’ll let us have more freedom, then when there’s an opening we can **** off somewhere else.” The Lashunta sighs. “When I said go worlds wide I didn’t say like this, but...”

"Maybe Yer right.. I mean I could keep taking care of the garbage and maybe after a few years i'll get promoted again. I get the feeling that managment on this ship ain't exactly one I wanna be serving under. I got into a few arguments with my last captain about how things should be ran and it didn't always end well" Thrash would say with a sigh-like hiss as he taps the long scar under his left eye and turns slightly in his chair to show the deep scars on his back. 

Toni turns her head to look at the Bilge Lizard, "You're right. I can't give up and leave Gin alone. She is my sister, by the way." Toni sits up, giving a half-hearted smile at Gin, and nodding. "I am usually all for fighting our way out but I don't think that would be wise right now, considering we don't really know where we are. I agree with Gin, if we lay low, and follow orders, they might just let us walk around with our stuff like the rest of the crew, then we can figure out what to do then?" She looks back and forth between her sister and Thrash, then over at the other 2 "recruits", opening a Telepathic connection to the shorter one who was assigned engineering duties, "Don't be scared, this is Toni, I'm the tall Lashunta at the next table" Toni waves at Dani, "Would you and the other woman like to join our table? I feel like we are all in this problem together."

3

The road is mostly empty. It's quiet around here. Vacant. More so than anticipated. So much to see but not many people, not many home. Sky. Tree. Fields. Fences. The trail and its gravel shoulders.

"Did you want to stop for tea?"
"I think i'm okay." I say.
"Last chance we'll have before it becomes really farmy."

I'm visitng Darren's parents for the first time. Or I will be when we arrive. Darren. My boyfriend. He hasn't been my boyfriend for very long. It's our first trip together, our first long carriage journey, so it's weird that i'm feeling nostalgic - about our relationship, about him, about us. I should be excited, looking forward to the first of many. But i'm not. Not at all.

"No tea for me." I say again. "I want to be hungry for supper."
"I don't think it'll be a typical spread tonight. Mom's been tired."
"You don't think she'll mind, though, right? That i'm coming?"
"No, she'll be happy. She's happy. My folks want to meet you."
"It's all barns around here. Seriously."

I've seen more of them on this journey than I have in my whole life. They all look the same. Cows. Horses. Sheep. And barns. Such a big sky.

"It must get really dark at night."

He doesn't answer.

As dinner is finished, the crew is all taken to the main deck. You see Plugg and Scourge dragging in some beaten up pirate in a tattered flightsuit. "Now Jake here was caught trying to steal from the Quartermaster again!" Harrigan states as Plugg and Scourge start dragging him towards the airlock. "Let's show them how we deal with thieves on the Wormwood." The man is shoved in the airlock. The outside door opens slowly and Jake is pulled into space. He flails around for a few moments before the cold and lack of air take him. With that morbid display finished, the crew is dismissed for the night and you are free to take your night actions.

Night Actions:

With the free time you have on the ship, there are several actions you can opt to take during the night.

1. Immediately opt to go to bed.
2. Attempt to influence a member of the crew and make them friendly towards you.
3. Gamble
4. Entertain the crew.
5. Explore the ship.
6. Try and steal something.

Influenceable crewmembers

Friendly:
The Red-haired woman that talked to Ashley
Rosie Cusswell
Fishguts

Indifferent:
Samm Toppin
Giffer Tibbs
Jack Stone
Rattsberger
Tilly Bracket

Unfriendly:
Conchobar
"Badger" Medlar
Shivikah
Crimson Cogward

Hostile:
Aretta Bansion
Fipps Chumlett
Jaundiced Jape
Maheem
Syl Lonegan

Note: While a successful Persuasion check is capable of getting an NPC to have a more favorable view of you, your behavior can easily **** that up, just as it would with a real, actual person.

Telepathy again! Dani keeps her face schooled, glancing over at the sisters. So they were called Lashunta. Couldn't go revealing how little she knew. She glances at Ashley, who seems pretty zoned out. "They have a point. Seems like the only way we're getting out of this is with some kind of teamwork. Want to join them?"

Words are a cloak. They give others a sense of who you are - or who you want them to be. Choose them with care.

Never mind. Dani immediately goes to bed.

With that display, Gin immediately goes to bed, muttering about how stupid this was and how these people are absolute savages. 

"Thrash would shake his head... A waste of good meat... and besides! Didn't they just tell us not to go killing members of the crew cause of bein short staffed... and yet, here they are... killing members of the crew!" Thrash would say as he reclines back in his chair and gestures towards the scene as it unfolds in front of them. "Anyway, I ain't going to be yet... I might have to go talk to the chef of this fine meal and give'em my thanks" Thrash would add as he pushes his chair back away from the table and stands up. "Oh.. and uh.. Not that I don't know the difference.. because I do... but if one of you could just real quick give me a list of what might be an organic thing as upposed to a NOT organic thing... that might help me out tomorrow when i'm working... Apparently sorting them by things I eat and things I dont eat ain't cuttin it. Thrash would ask quietly, holding his hand near his mouth to keep other people from reading his lips. "if any of ya want me to try to find ya anything good in the trash tomorrow.. just let me know." He would hiss with a tip of his hat before making his way behind the counter where Gin had served him the yummy soup.

Toni gives Gin a hug before Gin heads to bed, "I need to take a walk, clear my head before sleeping, will you be ok for a little bit? Maybe I can figure out where everything is." She'll turn to Thrash and the others, "What are you all planning to do?"

I watch Dani leave.

I'm not sleepy.

I look around some more, getting my bearings. I'm starting to feel better. Whatever feels funny about me begins to..reset. Normalize. I try and think back to what I was doing before all this, but I can't. I don't know who anyone is.

I feel something strange.

I have an urge to leave. To be free from this place. To return to..where?

I can't remember.

Sitting down, I look at my hands. They're delicate. Smooth. Pale. I look at both sides. Slender. Unmarred. Like someone who pushes paper around. Not a fighter. I look at my clothes. Tattered. Dirty, like i've been rolling around in something. Pushed around. It's not armor. It's just..clothes. Not a dress. Formal. Form fitting. Like something..well. I can't think of the word.  My hair is dirty. Uncombed. I run my fingers through it. 

I remember my name. Ashley Dillinger. That's a good start. 

I get up and begin to wander around.

"I'll be with you in the trash. I can help." Dani tells Thrash before glancing at Toni. "Explore the ship. Especially the engines."

Dani will NOT go to bed. Instead, with the intention of learning all she can, she starts to explore the ship as promised, especially the area around the engines.

"I'm off to see the cook and see about getting some seconds" Thrash would reply to Toni as he leaves the rest of them to discuss their plans. When Dani mentions helping in the garbage, Thrash would grin. "Looking forward to it! I'll let you do the sorting and I can do the tossing!" The lizardfolk would then turn and walk away.

This ship? The..Wormwood? It has a scent to it. Looking out the window I can see space.

I feel comfortable here. Like I was meant to be in space. Not on the ground.

I don't sense any fear. Any anxiety. Yes. Like I belong. But I don't know how I got here. It troubles me. But it doesn't. It's a strange feeling.

I realize i'm standing on my own two feet without assistance. I feel better. Stronger. I don't ask how or why. I'm distracted by something in my peripheral. Someone walks by.

"You." I say to the red headed woman I saw earlier. Mopping. "What is your name?"

"Sandara Quinn." The woman says. "You feeling better now?"