RP Siren's Call

Lucca sticks her face in front of Phateon's before reaching into her pocket for a felt tip pen.

 

"Oh..this is gonna be a fuuuun trip.."

 

Lucca pops the cap of the pen, and look like she's ready to doodle on Phateon's face. "Whaat?"

 

"So, I'm assuming this is where we meet with the captain?" She sits down one of the chairs to wait for Sam.

 

"Yep.."

"Nothing..by all means, continue.."

 

@Arra "Alright, then." With the red felt-tip pen, Lucca draws what can charitably be described as 'war stripes' on Phateon's face.

 

Phateon wakes up after a while

" Ugh.... "

 

"Oh, you're awake." Lucca flashes a grin, before hiding the pen.

 

Phateon drowsily cants his head to the side

" What happened? "

 

"Oh, uh; you hit your head. Might want to get that checked."

 

" Th-thank you Lucca...y-you're....too nice.... "

 

"Heh, no need to thank me." Lucca sits at the table; drawing her knife, she twirls it in her hand.

 

Phateon sits at his spot at the table, next to Capn' Sam's chair.

 

"Soo..a heavy weapons specialist, a sniper, a pilot a scientist...*snicker*..and a war machine right there...am I missing anybody?"

 

As people begin taking their seats, the vessel suddenly looms forward, causing a few things on the walls )and maybe a few of the crew) to shake and jingle. The ship has exited FTL.

Charl is rudely awakened by a sudden and violent swing of his hammock as the ship exits FTL.

 

Lucca's knife slips from her hand, and clatters onto the table. Though maintaining her grin, her brow furrows as she scoops up the knife, and re-sheathes it.

 

"Sammy ain't too long now.." Will just sits back and twirls one of his rifle rounds in his fingers and waits.

 

Phateon puts a hand over where his mouth would be

" U-ugh.....* cough* "

 

"I hate it when that happens."

Winston makes sure he has his pack and rifle.

 

Glad I wasn't standing up for that. She checks their location on the starmap. "This isn't Siren. Guess we're making a few stops on the way there?"