08-07-2018, 05:03 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]It would not have been the first time the meeting was late on a given week, nor the worst; there was at least one case, Paper recalled, when a month had gone by with only radio silence. Compared to that, being a day late hardly mattered- it didn’t really matter which day the meeting fell on as long as it occurred once a week. Besides, as much of a roller coaster as the crew’s life was, meetings were hardly at the front of his mind or anyone else’s.
After the “hewwo” incident, the sticky notes falling off of Pincher as he arrived almost made Paper fear the worst. Once he figured out that the captain didn’t smell strongly of alcohol, though, he breathed a sigh of relief. This would probably be a fairly normal meeting after all.
There was a large amount of joiners once more- curiously, if he recalled correctly, at least one of them had been tortured here just a few weeks ago. How times (and allegiances) changed. Dismissing that thought, Paper glanced to his left to eye each of the newcomers as they were named, internally memorizing their faces and scents. He’d need that information later, he was almost certain.
Something about promotions was said, so he quickly turned his head back to face Pincher- just in time to hear his, Lucifer’s, and Vandal’s names. Excellent; as he had thought, he was on his way back to the top. ”Thank you,” he said, stepping forward to take the tea. After nodding in acknowledgement to the other two, he drank from the cup, savoring the familiar taste.
After making a mental note to get a weekly task, he listened in on the rest of the announcements. Sailing off on the Tempest had not been especially kind to his stomach the last time, but if he was going to try and rise further in the ranks, he would have to get used to being on the seas. Having a larger medical team was good, given how frequently they seemed to get injured.
Then came the matter of the Rosebloods, which he definitely wanted to give input on, and a potluck. He had never even tried to cook before, but there had to be something simple that he could put together for that, that required relatively little finesse. Salads weren’t that hard to make, and maybe he could throw in some meat with the vegetables too.
He’d figure something out. ”Congrats,” he spoke up after Pincher finished. With that, he walked out to start pondering ideas and gathering resources for the meet and greet.
After the “hewwo” incident, the sticky notes falling off of Pincher as he arrived almost made Paper fear the worst. Once he figured out that the captain didn’t smell strongly of alcohol, though, he breathed a sigh of relief. This would probably be a fairly normal meeting after all.
There was a large amount of joiners once more- curiously, if he recalled correctly, at least one of them had been tortured here just a few weeks ago. How times (and allegiances) changed. Dismissing that thought, Paper glanced to his left to eye each of the newcomers as they were named, internally memorizing their faces and scents. He’d need that information later, he was almost certain.
Something about promotions was said, so he quickly turned his head back to face Pincher- just in time to hear his, Lucifer’s, and Vandal’s names. Excellent; as he had thought, he was on his way back to the top. ”Thank you,” he said, stepping forward to take the tea. After nodding in acknowledgement to the other two, he drank from the cup, savoring the familiar taste.
After making a mental note to get a weekly task, he listened in on the rest of the announcements. Sailing off on the Tempest had not been especially kind to his stomach the last time, but if he was going to try and rise further in the ranks, he would have to get used to being on the seas. Having a larger medical team was good, given how frequently they seemed to get injured.
Then came the matter of the Rosebloods, which he definitely wanted to give input on, and a potluck. He had never even tried to cook before, but there had to be something simple that he could put together for that, that required relatively little finesse. Salads weren’t that hard to make, and maybe he could throw in some meat with the vegetables too.
He’d figure something out. ”Congrats,” he spoke up after Pincher finished. With that, he walked out to start pondering ideas and gathering resources for the meet and greet.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo