Thomas would find that the ship's cook was an Ionian chef with a well stocked kitchen, serving all that land's wonderful foods. Meals were complimentary for the trip, and he apparently hadn't eaten yet. Caerys sat with Diana, helping her settle down.
The Ionian chef shook his head in private disapproval at the relatively poor social atmosphere. He moved out of his booth and served food out of a bamboo restaurant cart, out of habit. His big figure, not nearly Gragas-level but big nonetheless, came over beside Diana, giving her the bitter medicinal tea.
"Here avatar, this should settle your stomach... before it attempts to leaps out of your mouth."
Caerys received the medicine and handed it to Diana, while giving Lavin what little polite advice she could. "Maybe you should go to your bunk and get changed... you don't want to catch a cold."
He then moved over to the two medics, taking a brief glance and chuckled at their game, then giving each a big steaming bowl of beef noodle soup, generous on the beef. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Crew meals. You should eat up too. Say, where are you two-"
The chef was interrupted by a very loud groaning coming from the ship's hull itself, which caused the mess hall to go quiet... and tilt again, up to thirty degrees. The chef's bowls though, stayed firmly rooted in place, even if the soup spilled over slightly.
Lavin nodded. "Yea, yea...I'll be in my bunk." He got up and started stumbling across the swiftly changing floor, eventually making his way after several spills to the door to the cabin area. "Good night, and if I come out smelling of alcohol, knock me out and drag me to my bed! Oi...my head..." He then opened the door and began to go out.
Post by Yamado Rashi on Aug 10, 2013 1:42:31 GMT -5
Yamado groaned inside his hammock. He had decided to go visit Ionia to pay respects to his parents, make an adventure out of it. He never thought that this would end up being his adventure; hiding away inside his hammock during the worse storm he's ever seen. He had traveled this trip before, he'd seen his share of bad weather, but what he was currently experiencing was completely beyond his expectations. Some parts of him questioned whether or not he would even make it out of this alive, but he pushed those away. If death was coming to him now, he might as well face it not completely upset.
He had spent most of the trip in his hammock, taking the time to read up on different styles or ideas for new modifications to Rai-Oh, and making minor work on the blade when possible with the materials he had brought. He hadn't eaten yet today, the smell outside taunting him to go out and fill his begging stomach, but with much this motion, he wasn't confident he could handle keeping it inside his stomach for long. He continued to read as best he could with what little lighting he had, letting the constant noise from the mess hall somewhat calm his worries of potential danger. If they were all just talking, he doubted anything could be wrong.
However, the longer he sat in there, the stronger and stronger the call of his stomach got, screaming out in incomprehensible cries of protest every so often. He wanted to avoid going out as much as possible; he was tired, his hair was a mess, and he wasn't the most wonderfully smelling at the moment, avoiding the communal facilities as much as human possible. Yet, it seemed every force humanly possible was calling him into the hall, and he wasn't much to resist, no matter how hard he try. He stood up, his legs bending under his weight after all the time he had spent without giving them use. Shakily, he reached into his locker to retrieve his belongs; it didn't feel right with him leaving them alone, he didn't exactly trust everyone on the ship. The room was soaked with water, and he thanked whatever deities there are that he thought ahead and brought his sealed pack to protect his tech. With Rai-Oh safe inside, alongside a few other things, he placed it on his back and slowly worked his way to the mess hall, his own weak condition not helped by the constant shaking.
Struggling and grabbing every available option in reach, Yamado worked himself towards the mess hall. Wearing his longcoat over a white shirt and black pants, he couldn't really bring himself to care about his appearance at the moment. His hair was knotted and shows many signs of his current mistreatment, hanging wildly across his back and shoulders. As soon as he entered the hall, the food overpowered him, dashing with a inner power unknown to himself towards the chef. "Please, please sir! Anything you have, anything at al-"
As soon as he yelled out, the ship began to rise, causing him to stop alongside the rest of the room, hoping with all that he had that it was high as it would go.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2013 1:47:10 GMT -5 by Yamado Rashi
((I would guess this happened mid June, after Caerys escaped slavery.))
Date: Mid June, 23 CE
Lavin would open the door to find the hungry, hungry Yamado arrive onto the mess hall. just as Yamado received his complimentary meal though, water began to gush from the door to the lower deck... the boat began to tilt violently. It seemed the boat was capsizing now.
Caerys, horrified that misfortune followed her to the high seas, slowly waded through the quickly rising water- more like, climbing up the floor. The Chef looked around.
Lavin barely had a moment to move out of the way of the entering man before he was covered in a torrent of water. "Aw, SHIT." He grabbed hold of the doorframe, pulling himself up until he was standing on what was once a wall outside. Faintly, he heard the cry of the chef to get to the lifeboats. "Hey!" He called out from his perch, still getting drenched in water. "Come up, quick! I'll see if I can find a rope or somethin'!" He began scanning the area around him, still staying near the door.
Post by Scorn of the Moon on Aug 18, 2013 19:57:18 GMT -5
((Extremely late on this, sorry guys TwT) seperating mid post to account for everything.))
As the boat rocked and continued to move about, Diana simply sat within her seat, un-moving as Caerys joined next to her... almost ignoring the glare that Lavin had shot out after her statement. As Caerys helped her settle down, her gaze would fall upon the Chef, who seemed to sway with the ship as his rather unique cart was being pushed about to serve others within the mess hall area.
"...Before my stomach leaps out of my mouth, what do yo-?" Diana blinks, still holding onto her stomach, and a sudden sensation of puking came about. A few seconds later she'll dash forward to the nearest trashcan, unable to hold it in. After returning rather slowly, she'll nod and take the tea from Caerys groggily and drink without hesitation. She'll gulp the cup down, uncaring of how bitter or hot it was... just hoping it would settle her stomach quickly, and in hopes that she does not puke again.
When she felt better enough, she'll simply move to her room within the lower area's of the boat.
"l'll be in the room..." She softly said to Caerys, swaying with every rock the ship makes while moving towards the stairs that lead to the lower parts of the ship.
Later on within the night/day (Whatever it is on the ship)
Diana had moved towards her small room upon the ship, swaying from side to side upon the hammock provided. The medicinal tea from earlier had finally settled her sea sickness somewhat, but she still felt rather embarrassed from the whole endeavor. She was actually asleep for once, and finally upon the ship as it rocked through the storm. Soon loud screams and various other calls to "Abandon ship" would be heard, as Diana slowly stirred awake to the noise, as it was foreign from the ships creaking & waves from outside. As her eyes opened slowly, she could hear running water, and could smell the sea more vividly now. Soon, she'll notice that the floor underneath her Hammock was soaked with water...and rising fast as it seeped through the crack under her door.
"What in the blazes?!" Diana almost screamed out, grasping ahold of her little belongings, and some that she had kept for Caerys that laid upon the hammock. (Blade, a small napsack (with some food she had prepared not eaten yet, & a few everyday tools she carries along with her. [[Specify what Diana's got of yours Caerys ;3]]) and falling into the knee deep water as she's rocked off the hammock by the force of a wave from outside. Opening her door, only to allow a torrent of water to rush into the room, Diana holds onto the door frame, and pulls herself to the nearby railing, soon making the trek to the stairs.
((The scene from titanic, where the main guy is locked in the handcuffs and watching the area become flooded, then soon makes their way back up to the top of the ship.))
Once finally above, she would take in the scene around her as she looks for Caerys, or any other ones that might also be just as thrown out of whack as she was.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Aug 28, 2013 15:42:26 GMT -5
The two Corpsmen were intensely focused on their game when the Chef arrived with the bowls of beef noodle soup. The strong smell was enough to grab their attention, in spite of how much concentration Wallcroft and Faucon devoted to their game: Wallcroft was visibly sweating from the looks of it, a tear dripping off of his right eyebrow.
Neither man was hungry, but neither man wanted to be impolite either. And so the two Medics stopped their game and gratefully accepted the food.
"Ay, thanks mate."
"This is good - merci." Faucon then realized he used his native language as opposed to one the chef would understand and mumbled out a 'Thank you' at the end of it; Wallcroft could only smile coyly at the outcome.
The two nodded, and promptly began going through their food. It was as well, for it was not 5 minutes in that they noticed the same large tilt in the ship that got their attention as it had gotten everyone else's.
"Oi, what was that?" Wallcroft muttered to his friend; Faucon could only look around, and shake his head in uncertainty.
"Did not sound good; perhaps we should get ready for whatever might occur." Faucon suggested.
"Might as well; kinda feel some people got some mighty sticky fingers here." With that, the two men packed away the cards and grabbed their gear.
A nod from Wallcroft and a return gesture from Faucon had the two putting on their helmets; after all, it might be a good idea to follow a safety rule in a situation that might involve head collisions.
The next few moments proved they foresaw correctly.
The violent rocking of the vessel, followed by the incoming rush of water and the call to abandon ship and get to the lifeboats, was all the two men needed to see to know what to do next.
The Medics immediately sprang to action.
"Aight, you heard him: get up to the lifeboats! Now!" Wallcroft was motioning the people below deck to get up; he was shoving pretty hard, but when it came to saving people, time and speed were far more important than being nice.
Faucon spotted a few of the others who seemed to struggle ((AKA the other RPers stuck in here)); he promptly sprinted his way over to them.
"Ay, come on, all of you! This boat is going under and we need to get out! Déplacer, Now!" He individually shoved all 3 up towards the stairs.
Once everyone below deck in the main room was up, both men scrambled up the stairs themselves; it seemed suicidal, but as Medics it was their duty to make sure everyone that could be saved was out before they moved themselves...
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
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