Oh I love my Rosie child

[thebestseller]

Who: The crew of the SS Twin Roses and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: The end of April

['Sup, it's a ship mingle. We've lost Adawolfe, Anders and Ravi, but gained Lance, Shovel Knight, and Chuuya.

Enjoy the free pudding and make yourselves at home, newbies.]

Comments

[stabsbothways]

Making dirty limericks of each others names seems like a good idea after two weeks at sea without even the meekest of breezes.

How about we get with the times and you use your little electric box to send me a message with it?

[therewerefifty]

You're a sailor. [And a pirate, probably, given some surface indicators. She's a little fascinated. Though her face is as blank as ever.]

You may need to explain to me what a limerick is. I assume it's a style of... some kind.

[stabsbothways]

It's a poem, of a sort. I'm sure there's some specific rules for what a limerick is supposed to be, generally I just go with 'does it sound like a limerick,' so perhaps that's not very helpful as an introduction.

The maids of Antiva are vicious
Beautiful and deadly, ambitious
If that's not for you
I bid you adieu
The rest of us find them delicious.

[therewerefifty]

[That does make her laugh softly.] I see. I'm not familiar with the phrasing, though the intent is certainly familiar. I shall have to practice.

[stabsbothways]

I'll leave you to it, then. I really only came for this.

[ She shows Makie the deck of cards. ]

I think Hawke would have wanted me to have them, and if not fuck him. I'm taking them anyway.

[therewerefifty]

[Playing cards? That was all? She considers them a moment, the context of the situation, and then inclines her head.]

Well. I thank you for the instruction. [Gravely.]

[stabsbothways]

[ She gave Makie a slight bow as she headed back to her shuttle. ]