adequate cause [MEETING 5/5]

[Morrison]

So how to recap the last month?

Oh man...

That is pretty awkward.

The last month or so was a give and take time for Morrison. There were some days were he was hustling on his feet, ready to go on a new adventures. Other days, his body ached and he felt like he was going to keel over onto his face. More often than not, his days were starting to become littered with coughing and sniffling in disgrace. For a man in his prime (NOT.), he shouldn't feel so peculiar. Yet here he was. The great captain of The Typhoon knocked on his feet because of what... a cold? Pathetic.

A sneezing, snorting mess that reeked of alcohol and dread peeked out from the Anchored Tempest's captain's quarters. Matted fur covered in unknown bodily fluids and dried meals came into the light for the first time in days, practically sizzling in the heat. Weary orange eyes squinted out at the sun. Morrison contemplated staying inside, but he couldn't take it anymore. He needed interaction.

Like a drunken vampire meandering into death, the captain emerged completely from his room and into the golden light. His gaze surveyed the area, but no one appeared to be around. With no one on deck in what seemed like days (besides himself), the area was looking quite rough and dusty. He offered a shrug and stumbled forward towards the side of the ship. That could be dealt with later.

His long snout poked over the ship's side, followed by tired navy features. The waves swirled in front of his eyes as he wobbled on his toes. The water lapped at the boat's edge and entangled his gaze. In interest, he leaned over a bit more, only to feel his stomach rise into his throat. What came next does not need to be described. Fucking disgusting.

With a clear head and stomach, he whisked away the thought of a bad day. If the pirates could not come to him personally, then he could see them from afar, right? He woozily, though cautiously, stood by the boat's side with his head held high. Drunken pride led him to lurch forward and let out a howl. "PIRAAAAATES," he started off with. "GET YA FUCKIN ASSES OVER HERE!" Mid-way, he coughed, but kept his composure. "WE'RE HAVING AN IMPROMPTU MEETING BECAUSE I'M BORED OF BEING COOPED UP..." A wretched snarl started to form as he tried to hold back a sneeze. "AND S... ST... STAY BACK!" Achoo! A paw pointed down at the docks and beach where they would be far from his germs as he bent down to snot.

This was going to be interesting.

[ Hi everyone! First of all, I want to apologize for my inactivity. As some of you know, the last month has been pretty rough for me and it's been a trip. From spraining my ankle, putting my furbaby down, catching Covid, losing my ducks, finals/finalizing my thesis, and more, life has been a bit of a rough time. I want to thank all of you have been so patient with my activity, especially as a leader and admin of BoB. Everyone kept the site clean, active, and kind during my downtime and I truly appreciate that. So thank you. I cannot say that more.

I do want to give a big thank you to [member=1079]Quietly [woof][/member] and [member=47]rhosmari[/member] in specific for stepping in during my absence with their characters. Both of their characters are wonderful and provided some amazing context to The Typhoon/COTC in the meantime. I look forward to plotting with them more. <3

Once again, sorry, I will definitely be more active from now on. Just know that I'm still recovering (currently dealing w/ post-COVID symptoms) and trying to mentally clear myself. Thank you everyone for being patient, caring, and understanding during this time.

Now... let's proceed to the fun stuff! The meeting!]

[teef]

-- WHERE THE WILD THINGS MAKE SENSE --
.thoughts && Speech.

the captain's absence had been noticeable, but the siren hadn't exactly been around himself. well, that and he just couldn't give more of a crap at the time he'd arrived, and had been quite heavily injured but under care from the others, he had recovered enough to wander about the territory. it was a wonderful place when the sun wasn't beating down, as if intent on burning everything under its burning gaze, alive.

the sound of coughing and sneezing reached his ears, closer to the ship, searching about the sands below. lifting his head at the call for a meeting, a bit of concern in his eyes as the blond wolf-bodied siren moved to the docks where he settled and put his gaze upon Morrison, "you feeling any better, Cap?", he couldn't ignore the messy appearance of the other. not that he had any say in anything the Captain did or didn't do.

super short sorry! but welcome back~ //

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[Mallory]

STOMP YOUR FEET
CLAP YOUR HANDS

x

Poor captain has not been feeling well. Mallory had cracked jokes when they first fell ill but then a month had passed. The black husky was an unlucky dog but she had never gotten this sick before. Poor captain. So sad. She stopped cracking jokes all the time but it was still amusing. Morrison wasn’t dying so what were a couple of jokes? Plus, it was just her way to lighten the mood. No one liked that their dear ol’ captain was stuck in his office all day. And she never questioned his strength.

Mallory skipped over at the call for a meeting. Her golden hues scanned over the sickly wolf. The dog wouldn’t say she was besties with the leader of The Typhoon, but she liked the captain. “Captain Morrison!” she greets cheerfully as she finds a place to sit. Getting a look at their matted fur and hearing their congested coughs was enough for her face to twist in disgust. Then he sneezed. Gross. “Ya look like shit… sir!”

THE TYPHOON — BLACK HUSKY — BIO — ATTACK IN #780000 & UNDERLINE

#psy.

[ROSEMARY]

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The ocelot trotted to the pirate ship. Her satchel tapped against her shoulder as she darted over the sands, ears swiveled forward and alert. Their sick leader was a concern for the group as a whole, not just herself, but damn if she didn't wish Captain Morrison wouldn't be so stubborn about drinking while sick.

// welcome back!! <3

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PEACEFALL

peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

[LOKI FLÓKI]

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LOKI FLÓKI — 5 months / cutie pie — bio

the captain hadn't seemed quite healthy lately. she hadn't lost that much sleep worrying but his sneezes were clearly audible. as she padded over to the meeting he warned them all to stay awake - even sick he was watching out for his fellow typhooners(?). she saw rosemary and sat down next to the healer, offering a small smile.

— CHOCOLATE CHIPS ON MY STRACCIATELLA

[Cobra]

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BOOTS — CAT — MALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE TYPHOON

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