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livelygaleWho: Imry & anyone happening by
What: catching lunch!
When: a day or two after the first mass arrival.
Where: The beaches by the port
Warnings: LET HER LOVE YOU no really, she's pretty friendly to anyone. She might get a little mad if someone tries to prank herby stealing her clothes, y'know, if you're inclined to mischief but she'll get over it quickly. Also, tickets to the gun show are free. (yes, she is nearly 8 ft tall and green.)
If you don't like crabs, however, approach with caution. (either prose or commentspam is fine)
[There's a large figure down on the southern beach, stripped down to her undershirt with pants rolled up, her armor, sword and shield piled on a rock well above the tide line. In one hand is a bucket scavenged from the city docks, and the other is catching crabs with surprising precision, flipping them over to examine their undersides before tossing them into the bucket.
If anyone draws closer, they'll be able to hear her singing, her voice surprisingly clear and strong over the crash of waves on the shore. It's a little low, but therefore more suited to the tone of the sailing song. It's odd to be singing a call and response song alone, but she fills in all the parts herself.]
--by the Navigator's grace, we'll make it in to shore (by the Navigator's grace, we'll make it in to shore)
[once she's gathered enough crabs she'll move on to clams, which is decidedly less interesting to watch, because it mostly involves burying your feet in sand and wiggling them a lot. Definitely an odd sight for anyone who's never witnessed it before.]
What: catching lunch!
When: a day or two after the first mass arrival.
Where: The beaches by the port
Warnings: LET HER LOVE YOU no really, she's pretty friendly to anyone. She might get a little mad if someone tries to prank her
If you don't like crabs, however, approach with caution. (either prose or commentspam is fine)
[There's a large figure down on the southern beach, stripped down to her undershirt with pants rolled up, her armor, sword and shield piled on a rock well above the tide line. In one hand is a bucket scavenged from the city docks, and the other is catching crabs with surprising precision, flipping them over to examine their undersides before tossing them into the bucket.
If anyone draws closer, they'll be able to hear her singing, her voice surprisingly clear and strong over the crash of waves on the shore. It's a little low, but therefore more suited to the tone of the sailing song. It's odd to be singing a call and response song alone, but she fills in all the parts herself.]
--by the Navigator's grace, we'll make it in to shore (by the Navigator's grace, we'll make it in to shore)
[once she's gathered enough crabs she'll move on to clams, which is decidedly less interesting to watch, because it mostly involves burying your feet in sand and wiggling them a lot. Definitely an odd sight for anyone who's never witnessed it before.]
