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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

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Nami

[mikangirl]

[Bright sun. Salt on the breeze. White sails overhead, a brightly-coloured enclosed crows nest above, and if you crane your neck at just the right angle, the pirate's logo painted on the main sail becomes clear. It's not quite traditional, in that it's a skull and crossbones wearing a straw hat.

You're on a pirate ship.

It's not very traditional; the foredeck has a green lawn, for example, with trees and even a swing set. Obviously this is a very terrifying group of pirates. Further back there's a row of mikan trees, carefully potted in burlap sacks and in amazingly good condition for the salty conditions they're found in. Two of the mikan have fallen to the ground; one of them is squashed flat, as if by a heavy boot. Despite that, there is cheerful humming coming from within, though nobody's readily visible. If you've met Nami by now, the humming will at least be familiar.

There are rooms about the ship; a map room. A trapdoor down into the hold. Feel free to explore; the environment may change oddly as you go. There's laughter on the wind and shadows playing across the walls as if figures are sprinting past, but the ship is deserted.

There's miles and miles of ocean around, faintly choppy but calm enough. Not a cloud in sight-- though every now and then, something huge breaks the surface on the horizon. We... don't recommend jumping in. Ever.]


((ooc: warnings for death of others, child abuse, and self mutilation, depending on what you touch and where you go. Yay? If you'd rather avoid any of these let me know and I'll steer you around them.))

[experiencepoints]

[Nightingale has never stepped foot on a ship at sea in her life, so trying to get used to walking on it is interesting. Still, as she stumbles around, she's heading for the oranges, trying to find the source of the humming.]

Hello? Someone around here?

[weathervain]

[The humming fades, and there are footsteps. After a moment, Nami leans around one of the trees into sight, breaking into a cheerful smile when she sees Nightingale. She looks a little younger, hair shorter by far.]

Hey! You find everything okay?

[experiencepoints]

[She recognizes her, of course, but... What the hell happened? Was this the time for a haircut?]

Nami? I, uh, don't know what I'm finding?

[weathervain]

Everything, of course. Please tell me Sanji-kun at least showed you your room. [Sigh.]

Well, I'm done here. I guess I can brave the smell and show you myself.

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Whoa.

Shawn's not sure where he expected to find himself, but a ship on the ocean sure wasn't it. Once he gets himself oriented (because dangit, he's never exactly been on a ship before), he starts wandering back towards the mikan trees.

He recognizes the humming, but there's no way... is there?] Nami?

[Maybe he should turn back. Though as he glances at the ocean around him, he's suddenly deciding again it. It's not like he can swim back to shore.]

[weathervain]

[The humming stops.]

Back here! [Don't mind the hand just appearing from behind a tree, waving him over.] Don't step on any of my fruit.

[If he heads that way, it's a mite cooler amongst the trees. Nami is standing on tiptoes to pluck the ripe fruit from the top branches, a bucket full of mikan already at her feet. Her hair might be a little different.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[He can't exactly judge the haircut; stranger things have happened in his dreams. Why, just a few months ago, he'd accidentally befriended the Swedish exchange student. (There was no Swedish exchange student in the waking world.)

So when he sees Nami, he waves in return.] Hey! I know you said not to step on it, but do you need any help?

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt looks so excited to find himself on a pirate ship suddenly. In fact, he starts to dance in place.]

Oh man!! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! [He then starts randomly bamfing along the deck to take in the sights, but he's vaguely heading towards the direction the humming is coming from.]

[weathervain]

[Teleport all over my ship, will you. The song is catchy enough, but as Kurt gets within a few feet of the trees, he might notice a small, white cloud forming above the stairs and uh... drifting in his direction.

Perfectly harmless, nothing to fear. :D

...no seriously, it won't hurt. But it will rain on him in about three seconds. Heavily.]

[digthefuzz]

[Teleport all over her ship he will!!

Until he gets rained on, that is. It might not hurt, but it comes with a startling chill, and he flails his arms at it until it dissipates. He's like a blue wet cat now.]

H-hey, what's the big idea?! [Sure, that may be a natural phenomenon, but he's known Storm long enough to know a personalized raincloud when it's deployed against him. So he looks around quickly to try and identify the source.]

[catamite]

[Nel has no idea who could be living in such a place, but he's only barely even wondering about it at the moment... because this little elf has only ever seen the ocean once in his life, and has certainly never been on a boat before.

so, as soon as he realizes exactly where he is and feels the deck swaying under his feet, he makes a pathetic, startled noise and clings close to the nearest solid object he can.

if there's no one around, he might be panicking by himself for a little while.]

[weathervain]

[The main mast makes a great solid object to cling to, really. It's a few long moments before anyone becomes apparent on ship, so hopefully there isn't too much panicking involved-- the humming comes a little closer, and a girl with short, orange hair and a basket full of mikan fruit appears between the trees as she makes for the stairs down.

She stops when she catches sight of Nel, though, canting her head to the side and frowning.]

...uh. You okay there?

[catamite]

[it's a long panic, but it's a light one. clinging to the mast helps a little bit.

he still looks pathetic and pale when he's discovered though.]

Um... I don't know...

[killedwithlove]

[Cole doesn't try to go anywhere at first. He stands on the grass and lets the wind pull at him, breathing in slow and deep.

And then he starts off to go and find the local. He knows she's there, he can pick up the traces of her. Here. Everywhere. She is this place, but she's within it.]

[weathervain]

[Nami can be found amongst the mikan trees on the upper deck, standing on tiptoes to pull some of the riper fruit down from the very top. The trees are only about seven feet, so it's not too hard a stretch.

She tilts her head as if listening when Cole gets closer, and then turns to smile at him, arms full of fruit.]

Hey. Find everything okay?

[killedwithlove]

[He has no idea what that fruit is. He might be more curious, but he doesn't eat, so it's just a passing thought.

He rocks on his feet, tilting his head to look at her past the brim of his hat.]

What was I meant to find?

[goldenglasses]

[Even after spending time on the ocean planet recently, Vash still can't help but to be memorized by the ocean in front of him. This was a nice dream. So calm and peaceful.

...what was that big thing that just jumped out of the water? Maybe he'll just take a step or two away from the rail now.

The outlaw wanders around the deck. Finding he likes the idea of a ship somehow having a green lawn. It's nice. He's so relaxed that he sits himself on the swing and kicks his legs out a bit. Lounging and stretching for awhile.

He picks up the sound of the humming and turns his head towards where it's coming from.] Hello? Is someone else here?

[weathervain]

[Sitting on the swing will throw him into a memory-- but it's a good one, of an odd collection of characters picnicking on the grass. A handful of normal(ish) people, plus a skeleton, a cute little furry guy, and a ... well, whatever Franky is. :| Nami he'll recognise, flopped on her stomach and laughing at something the blond one says, while yanking on the back of the shirt of the guy with the straw hat as he tries (and fails) to devour the rest of the meat.

It's a peaceful memory, and obviously a happy one, and it fades quickly.

When he calls out, the humming comes to an abrupt stop, and Nami herself pokes her head out from the trees.]

You were expecting someone else?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is surprised by the memory, but can't help but smile at the good memory. Even if there was a skeleton in the mix it certainly looked friendly!]

Oh. [He's not TOO surprised to see Nami. It had sounded like her, but to be honest, he wasn't sure what to expect after suddenly waking up on a ship.] No, I guess I wasn't. Hey there!

[deshabille]

[A ship.]

[. . . The ocean, she recognizes momentarily, when the scent of salt smacks her in the face and she has to lean on the railing, dizzy from the glare off the waves.]

[Borogravia, of course, is landlocked; Überwald is, too. Which means that, while she's heard stories, Mal has never seen the sea. This is all new for her, and while the information presented by new things is entrancing as always, the sensory input is a little bit overwhelming. Despite her impatience to explore, she has to take the time to orient herself, to get used to the rocking of the ship on the water, the distant sounds of chattering and laughter.]

[The lawn's grounding, at least. Trees are trees wherever you go, and so, once she's got her bearings a bit, she crosses the deck to examine them, running her fingers along the trunks curiously.]

[weathervain]

[The trees are warm under the sunlight, and impart a odd feeling-- like home but not. Where first there was only a handful of trees, when Mal looks up there are now rows upon rows, fruit ripe along the branches, and a small cottage just visible at the far end.

"Nami! What's with those wounds?"

Some distance in the opposite direction from the cottage, two girls are hunkered down in the dirt, maybe fourteen and twelve, the younger bruised and battered-- but despite that, she's grinning widely under her matted orange hair.

"I messed up a little... but look! With this, I now have one million beri!"

"Enough about that! We need to treat your injuries."

"But there's still a long way to go-- I still need 99 million beri more--"]

Can I help you?

[Memory fades, and Mal is back on the ship, with a girl glancing at her curiously.] We haven't met. Have we?

[deshabille]

[She has to wonder as she watches - are they sisters? Or are they just good friends? She has to wonder, too, if people saw images of her with her brothers, would they be shocked at the coldness between them in the same way she's always surprised when siblings are kind to each other? Probably. But things work differently with humans and vampires, and differently between families, so--]

[Anyway. She doesn't even know if they're sisters at all.]

[There's still a long way to go.]

[She tips her head sideways at the girl regarding her, and the look she gives is friendly but a touch too sharp, and faintly knowing.]

No, we haven't. Is this your ship?

[geonomy]

[Wow, okay. Clay's never actually been on a boat in the ocean before, so it takes him a moment to steady himself and get used to the way the waves rock the ship. He holds onto the side of the ship as he finally takes his time to look around...

...

A pirate ship? Really? Man, Clay wants to laugh for reasons.

Instead, once he's got a good balance, he'll let go and actually move to explore. There doesn't seem to be anyone around... except for the humming. And he could've sworn he saw a shadow run by on one of the walls, and that's not creepy at all, no sir.]

Uh... hello?

[He's pretty interested in seeing how a lawn can grow on a ship with the salty air and everything, so he'll be checking that out as he calls out. Huh, looks kind of fun, with the swing set and everything.]

[weathervain]

Just a minute...!

[It's an immediate callback from the trees, but he's got plenty of time to investigate the lawn. It's about as much a mystery as the healthy-looking fruit trees out here on the ocean, but clearly the pirates have some way of looking after it, because it doesn't seem damaged at all, beyond standard wear and tear of a bunch of people crossing it on occasion.

The swing sways a little as the ship does, made of wood and showing signs of a few repair jobs. There's footsteps on the small handful of stairs between the lawn and the trees, and a girl with orange hair appears lugging a basket of orange fruit. She's... surprised, at the least. Not to mention a little suspicious.]

...you're new. Are you meant to be here?