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Current Went to two concerts got the set list AND caught a drum stick, drove 10 hours, went to the club, life is beautiful
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In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me. I did it myself.
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Gothic Sci-Fi, WHOOO JUMP ON BOARD roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Two words. Gothic. Sci-fi.
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I am consistently having a life crisis.

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Hey guys! I am just looking for a fantasy-dnd type of roleplay! I would like it to either be based around the Vox Machina show or something similar in a plot we create! This can either be a small group or 1x1 thing!
Interacting with: @Dark Light- Kenji
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Genevieve lets her hand fall back to her side for a moment, starting to fiddle with a piece of fabric from her clothing. She watches him turn around, her eyes looking him over, studying him carefully. This was the surgeon, wasn’t it? Gen supposed that they would be working together.
Although, she hasn’t seen him in the med bay yet, so…maybe she was wrong?

When her eyes catch sight of her match box, relief flood her, “Yes-“ she breathes, but pauses when he doesn’t give it to her. “Um…thank you…for finding it…” she says, her voice now softer and more hesitant as she steps closer, the dark, water stained wood creaking below them as she reaches for her match box.
Interacting with: @Dark Light - Kenji
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Genevieve pauses slightly, taking a moment to study the man before her. Kenji…she had heard of him in passing, seen him on occasion.
Gen had honestly thought that she would have already known everyone on this ship well. She couldn’t place why, maybe it was the close quarters, or what she used to read about pirates in books.

Of course, nothing in this world ever fully matched up to what people believe. She supposed pirates shouldn’t be any different.

Kenji didn’t look quite like a traditional pirate. Then again, she supposed that she didn’t either. He spoke so…formally. It nearly threw her off track.

“Um…yes,” she nods after a moment of looking at the area he surrounded himself with. Does that actually work? Does he not have others knocking over his barrier? It wasn’t her place to ask.
“I’m Genevieve, it’s a pleasure to formally introduce myself.” She smiles, holding out her hand as she continues with her question.

“I was looking for a matchbox, it’s wooden? A bit burnt in a few places?” She asks, keeping her voice down a bit out of habit. “I was just curious if you had seen it?”
@Dark Light

Genevieve paused her searching, just for a moment. She had been searching for a few hours now, and she knew that in the larger scheme of things, it was wasting time, but really…she didn’t give a damn, and she wanted her matches back.
She didn’t know the crew well enough to go around asking or accusing anyone of anything, and she certainly knew that if she brought this up to someone of higher standing, the chances of her being ridiculed for wasting time was…high. Too high for her liking.

The young woman sighs, resting her head on the wall of the bay. She curses softly under her breath, closing her eyes. Maybe she should check below where some of the crew, along with herself, sleeps.

“Okay…” she sighs softly, straightening everything up once more before she walks out to the main deck. She waves at a few members, smiling to some. Gen wasn’t exactly cutthroat most of the time, she enjoyed the more gentle side of things. That’s why she was a healer.
Although gruesome at times, she still was in the calmer area of piracy.

Once she crosses the deck, the sun shining in the eyes, the rays beating down with an occasional break from a cloud, she hums to herself. It was a small tune, one stuck in her head that she couldn’t quite place, but it was no matter. She doesn’t notice anyone down here yet, but upon smelling the all to familiar sent of freshly burnt wood, she freezes. Her matches.

“Hello?” She calls quietly, hoping someone would answer and not make her seem crazy, but not only answer, she was hoping they had her matches.
Genevieve didn’t exactly know what to expect when she joined a pirate crew as a doctor. Given some past external facts, her experience was lesser, but her knowledge of the seas was vast. Even in the area she kept for her medicine and bandages, there were books on the seas.
The young woman kept with her books on healing as well, having just recently finished her schooling, she wanted to be prepared in case something was lost in her mind.

In complete honesty, Genevieve cannot entirely remember when she was allowed a job on the ship. She supposed that it was because she didn’t mind the thieving or murders, and was a good shot when it came down to it.

Currently she was in her area of healing that she liked to call her ‘Medical Bay’ she enjoyed that it sounded professional. No one had come in for a few days, she figured ot was because of how calm the sea had been, the only real danger was what the humidity was doing to her hair. And of course the fact that captain could snap one day and they would all be doomed.
Genevieve didn’t dwell on such things though, not having been on the crew long enough to say that would ever happen, stories and tales were her only proof.

“Where did I put them?” She mumbles to herself, sighing in exasperation as she looks through the desk in her bay, reorganizing as she goes along, wishing there was a way at hand to label everything.

She had lost her matches. It was day time, night wasn’t for hours and of course, there were always lanterns and candles if she wanted to use one of those, but the fact to her, was that she needed them. Now.
Genevieve didn’t know where she left them last, already having turned her sleeping area upside down, then right back up again, the only other place she could think of was this damned bay.

Genevieve exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as she once again begins to mentally retrace her steps, the water outside the boat coming in gentle ripples and waves, calming her mind ever so much. “It’s not like they disappeared…”
Sorry y’all, crazy stuff just went down in the family haha, I’ll get my post out!
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I’m fine with that


I second being chill with that
Nah, just if it ever comes up, like a fluff episode where people are eatin’ I got yall
I can double as the cook if y’all want
HECK YEAH it is!
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