Pincher knew he should let it go. Let go of the foolish grief that striked his heart as he woke up to the sound of seagulls shrieking from outside his submarine home but not the sound of Bonnie's shrieking scolding. Instead of rising from his large bed, the male simply curled into a tight ball with his pepper black nose burying into the warm blanket. His half-lidded icy blue eyes were locked downwards to the ground where his armband laid, waiting for him to put on and get into the business of the day. Yet the heavy pain that burned in his skull blossomed even more as he decided to shift and roll off the bed, a small hiss of agony escaping his jaws as he felt more sparks of pain bounce off his skull. He was tired and he remembered doing something stupid after Bonnie's funeral. His skull...it felt like it was splitting open. Pincher's vision was blurry around the edges, sometimes turning into double vision as he tried to keep himself steady on his feet. Then he remembered. The fracture. His broad shoulders sagged and he glanced over towards the small dark blue bottle that contain the ivory white powder that he had used instead of actual medicine. He didn't want to go to Lilyspoise nor did he want to find aid in anyone. All the male wanted to was to be left alone in whatever this was. It wasn't peace that was for sure with this headache of his. After minutes ticking away, he stumbled lazily towards the entrance of the beached submarine, stepping out and being met with the pattering rain that currently showered the island.

Small flashes of lightning blossomed out of the stormy brewing gray clouds above with the heavy roar of thunder joining in. However, it was nothing to extreme and Pincher stepped onto the beach, his sepia brown tinted paws sinking into the ground. Pincher usually made Bonnie go around and call out to the others about there being a meeting but for now, he simply decided to glance up at the crow's nest of the Tempest and nod towards an npc located there, giving the notion for them to blow the conch that meant there was a meeting. Usually he would've made the seagulls go out to pester his crewmates but he was not in the mood to cause any mischief as he slowly made his way to the glass tunnel that lead to the Deep Sea Dome. His figure was soaked with rainwater yet he ignored it as he went to slump on the long throne that was at the center of the underwater dome, his hooded pale blue eyes fluttering to the ground as he waited. As he heard enough footsteps and voices mingle and echo, he decided to begin as he gradually raised his onyx head to focus on his crew.

"Meetings...are a pain in the ass, aren't they?" Pincher scoffed in his low rumbling voice, a grogginess to it making it not as sharp as he usually sounded. He didn't appear focused or even trying to. The muscular canine's right ghostly blue eye twitched as he felt a wave of pounding ache envelop his head, causing him to lay his head on his paws as he continued "First off....j-joiners. Vanessa and Wade came together looking for rum and here they are, welcome them. Roxanne is new here and h-has a creepy ass stuffed animal named Tony, greet the two freshies. Cronas is a half-pint t-that some of us found on the island so be nice to the kid, will ya? And finally Olivier...she's quite the woman and isn't afraid to show it. There are also returners...Georgie in a n-new body cause why not and Iosef, our Russian comrade. Welcome back, bitches. Now for promotions..." Pincher trailed off as he felt his nose begin to run but not with snot but blood. He ignored it though as it dripped on the marble floor of the dome, his gaze clearly showing a glint of "don't ask" as he went on to promotions. "Caesar and Beatrice are promoted to Privateers, u-under the wing of Argus. Well done. Krataa is promoted to Striker as well as Keona. You t-two have shown your potential so there's your reward, keep it up. No warnings since I-I've got all the notices and no demotions since y'all have been doing your jobs like you should be."

He briefly closed his eyes, raising a slightly trembling paw to rub the side of his temple, trying to suppress the growing pain of the skull fracture. "Snowbound has come to temporarily stay with us w-while we help them get those bastard humans out of their crib. Be civil or I'll fucking use your guts as chum for the sharks. There are dealer tryouts as well as nurse tryouts so go check them out. R-Roxanne is holding weekly tasks for this week so go get one and actually do them for fuck's sake. The Ascendants have invited us to go to Starry's funeral. I personally no longer give a rat's ass s-so I won't be going nor will anyone else that can't defend themselves. Go if you really want to but I find it no use to go. There is a current meet and greet happening in the Tempest as well as there being a choice award categories for this month so i-if you have any good ones, go spit it out. Other than that, m...meeting is dismissed unless anyone's got questions or personal announcements."

SUMMARY —
welcome joiners!! > [member=914]Vanessa,[/member] / [member=939]Wade Wilson[/member] / [member=901]ROXANNE C.[/member] / [member=885]cronas[/member] / [member=940]OLIVIER M. ARMSTRONG[/member]
Welcome back returners!! > [member=151]georgie[/member] / [member=169]IOSEF[/member]
Congratulations to [member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member] & [member=495]Beatrice[/member] for being promoted to Privateers
Congratulations to [member=290]THE EMPEROR.[/member] & [member=265]Keona.[/member] for being promoted to Strikers!
No demotions / No warnings
Dealer Tryouts
Nurse Tryouts
MASS M&G on the Tempest!
Greet Snowbound to the Typhoon!
Lookout for Weekly Tasks by Roxanne !!