The Crossing
Dec. 31st, 2017 10:09 am
It's a pretty cruddy day out if one isn't fond of getting wet, or doesn't benefit from the positive quirks of having the blood of storms coursing through your veins. Rain just doesn't want to let up. Cold and blustery, hatches are battened down and some are wearing slickers. A rope bridge has been slung between the Beast and Ark #1. Some quite excellent exercise opportunities to hand-over-hand it across the turbulent sea...and people gambling money on who might fall into water.
Ruby just so happens to want to get over to that Ark, for reasons. She eyes the rope bridge, and then eyes the water. Her lips purse. She rasps out a command to grab the 'bloody flying rug' in case anyone is not at all keen on making the crossing through sweat and effort. A large alhambran carpet is fetched and kicked until it is rolled out flat upon the deck. It is rapidly soaked with the driving wind and rain. Maybe it's not the safest means of conveyance either. "Should be three ways, but...faaah. Choosers can be beggahs."
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