To Climb

[voidtreckermods]

Preparation

Just after light on the seventh day since boarding the train everyone’s SCA glows with the colours of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come. No one gets much time to process this before there is a shaking, like turbulance before there’s a jolt and flash of colour.

”Welcome to Hub World#5739. Our next stop will be Ciyesia in a few hours.”

Outside the windows the void is gone. The train is winding through a mountain range. The mountains tower up around them. The sky is a beautiful blue though every now and again there is a swirl of colour, like the void is trying to break through.

The countryside wizzes by, sometimes you go past settlements, small villages of wooden houses. Sometimes you pass farmers in fields. Sometimes herds of animals, horses, camels, strange animals with six legs and curled horns.

Eventually the train slows. ”Now arriving at Ciyesia. Passengers must wear their Safety Control Apparatus. Please ensure you take all equipment needed for your mission with you when you leave the train and take extra care when you step from the train to the platform. Next stop Ciyesia.”

Arrival

And in a billow of steam the train comes to a stop. The doors hiss open and there is indeed a rickety wooden platform, fallen into disuse. Sat upon it were two children, a boy and a girl who were staring at the train with open mouths.

Before the doors were even fully opened they were off running, “Ma! Ma!”

The platform is in a clearing, surrounded mostly by trees but down the path the children took a building can be seen. If you follow the children you will find it a large homestead, with a sign outside. The Weary Wanderer. The children are on the doorstep talking to a woman and gesturing towards you.

As you approach she smiles, a little nervously. “Well. This is not something I thought I would see in my lifetime. Welcome Treckers, I offer you the hospitality of my inn.”

She gestures them in. Inside is a large common room with wooden tables. There is a fire place but the day is warm enough that it is not lit. At first glance it looks old fashioned to anyone from a modern world, even fantasy-esque for those who would recognise it as such. Indeed her and the children are dressed in simple layered, loose tunics. But then you may notice some of the candles are battery powered and! there’s a coffee machine on the bar.

“Maia can you ask our guests what they would like to drink?” The woman hands the little girl a slate and chalk before she begins rummaging around on the bar for mugs and glasses. “I’m sorry, it’s the quiet season so we aren’t quite guest-ready.”

They become guest ready in an impressive amount of time. The little boy runs off and returns a short while later with a plate of oat biscuits that he begins handing out.

Sheltered and soon to be fed it is time to learn more about this land and plan for your journeys ahead.

(OOC: Information for this event is here and the initial briefing is here

Comments

[thebiggestguy]

[Slacking?! Is that even part of the lyrics? Whatever the case, Dread slaps one massive hand down onto the bar and half-stands to put some more oomph into his voice.]

Raise the sail!
Load your gun!
A loyal crew
Must fight as one!
Though we sail on
Through stormy seas
Our ocean-bred hearts
Make it an ease!

So brace yourself
Prepare for boarding!
Say farewell to
The gil you're hoarding!
Face your defeat
While standing tall
For pirates shall win
Till sea swallows all!

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony tries to keep singing, but dissolves into a fit of laughter at Dread taking his challenge to heart. That man could bellow! It was shaking the walls of the inn!

He waits till Dread is done, then shoots him a humored and thoroughly drunk grin.]

Your song was good, but it doesn't have any repeating verses you can sing to. Where's the chorus?

[thebiggestguy]

Not supposed to have one. Pirates want a song... you can break up. [Chop, chop goes one hand. Visual aids help!] That way you don't have to go through the whole thing. Sing a verse that matters and then back to business. It's a lot scarier when they leap ontoyer ship singing a refrain about pillaging and plundering than if they just gotta sing the whole thing for five minutes straight.

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony slaps the counter and raises his glass.]

That's a brilliant answer! I'll drink to that. Pirates knowing how to sing only part of a song- cheers!

[The motion of him springing to his feet and making a very broad cheer, not only gets Dread a little wet from Tony's beer sloshing in his mug but the engineer stumbles a bit, only barely keeping his drunk legs underneath him.]</small. Dread, man. You're the best! I'd love to do your wife, but seriously.. you're too good for that.

[thebiggestguy]

[Dread, sloshed himself, reacts in a way that probably relieves everyone in the vicinity -- he laughs, whomping the bar with a fist again.]

Anyone sensible would! She's smart, sexy, fun, and sweet! Tell me I'm not the luckiest damn guy in the universe!

[runs_on_batteries]

[ooc- sorry! html hates me]

As long as that universe doesn't have my wife in it, then yes! Absolutely!

[thebiggestguy]

Heh, I can only imagine the sort of girl who'd marry you. Patience of a saint, huh? [Because. Well. Really. Come on.]

[runs_on_batteries]

And then some!

Would you like to see her?

[He gets his helmet out and after hitting a few buttons. Nothing seems to happen, so he hits a few more. Then with a sigh, he throws his hands up.]

Well, whatever! It's on here. She's hot, okay?

[thebiggestguy]

Oh, and here I thought for sure you'd have gone for a real dog! [Dread nudges Tony with an elbow, probably not as gently as he would if he weren't feeling pretty good.]

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony is almost knocked on his ass with that push, but he miraculously stays in his seat.]

I'm going to assume you mean the animal and not someone hideous! I'm pretty, why wouldn't my wife be pretty?

[thebiggestguy]

I'd say no woman can be everything, but hey, you've met my wife. Some can! Bet you got picked by a winner too!

[Not 'picked', 'got picked'. Women like that make the choices they want!]

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony agrees whole-heartedly! He raises his glass.]

To good women who are everything picking us for god-knows what reason!

[thebiggestguy]

I know why she picked me! [Dread clinks his mug against Tony's glass.] I have a fantastic ass!

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony laughs.]

She wasn't shy about sharing that story! I'm surprised she could reach it.

[thebiggestguy]

Are you kidding? Perfect height for it. Couldn't be better. Like I was made for her!

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony laughs so hard his eyes tear up. He wipes his face and tosses back some more ale. He lets out a large, impressive sized belch.]

Can't argue.

You know, we should be friends. We have stuff in common like.. we're both friends with your wife and we like the fireplace and.. do you think if I threw this mug I could hit Peter in the head over there?

[thebiggestguy]

We are friends. And no. You're too drunk.

[Sober, yeah probably -- but right now, how is he even staying up?]

[runs_on_batteries]

[He had a very high tolerance.. which said something about how often he consumed large quantities of alcohol.

As Tony's trying to aim his glass, he staggers a few steps to one side. He tries one more time and nearly falls on his ass.]

Friend! I think the inn keeps moving. Make it stop so I can throw properly!

[thebiggestguy]

I told you --! [Dread lumbers to his feet in much the way a mountain might decide to move, then grabs the bar with one hand and Tony's head with the other. That'll hold him still! He'll just -- he'll just -- really not like standing here, yugh]

[runs_on_batteries]

[Whoa, suddenly his head was extremely stationary! It was really weird as the rest of his body seemed like it was made of jello. Whatever, this was helping. He bites his tongue a little in concentration and chucks the cup at the coat rack that he thought was Peter and somehow the cup doesn't go in that direction at all. Instead he clocks himself on the upswing with it.]

Damn kid! He threw it back at me! Sic 'em Dread!

threadjacked with permission

[sweetnessandfight]

[Sarai had come downstairs because the ruckus in the Inn instelf had just been getting too much. Sure, she'd been afforded a room, but clearly until the crowd cleared out, there would be no sleeping being done in it...

She comes downstairs. Just in time to see her husband holding Tony Stark by the head,, and Tony himself attempt--and fail--to throw a glass at...a coat rack?

What in the seven hells was going on here?]

Tony. [They might be fighting, but Sarai says this calmly.] You tried to throw that glass...and you failed to let go.

[Meanwhile, no one would expect her to stand on a barstool, reach up, and manage to grab her husband's ear in a viselike grip, but manage she does.] You need to let Tony go, now.

also threadjacking

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Fortunately, or unfortunately Peter is just coming in from his talk with Buttercup and shrugging his purple hoodie back on. He looks up at the commotion and pulls the hood down. What exactly is going on here? Mrs Sari is there, Mr Stark and Mr Dread. Mr Dread and Mr Stark look like they might have had just a little too much. ]

...

[ Maybe more than just a little. ]

Uh... can I help with anything?

[ He asks as he approaches, looking everyone over. ]

[thebiggestguy]

[Halfway through roaring with laughter, Dread suddenly chokes on his own mirth as he finds himself descending a foot or so thanks to his wife's sudden grip. Not even out of conscious choice, his hand opens -- releasing Tony without much grace or opportunity to get his feet under him.]

Argh! Sarai, I need that ear for hearing!

[runs_on_batteries]

[Quite predictably the instant Dread lets go, Tony topples over like he was walking on a rocking boat deck. The remaining contents of his cup- which had been sloshing everywhere- end up half on him and half on the floor.]

Resist, Dread! Buddy, we can take 'em. We just need.. oh hey kid. Dread! It's my boy! He's too fast, you used to be over there.

[He points in the most vague way towards the coat rack.]

We've concluded you're too tiny. You need to fatten up and drink ale!

[sweetnessandfight]

That will do it. [This is said dryly, to Tony's comment about fattening Peter up. She's decidedly not on board with this, and tugs Dread again, none too gently.]

This is why the Twelve gave you two, you lout! You're coming with me!

[Sarai really does dearly love her husband, but her patience goes only so far, and she hasn't had the benefit of alcohol to sweeten her temperament.]

Peter, my dear, I think you need to put Mr. Stark to bed. As I do to Dread. As soon as I give him a bath beneath the pump, first...