#cs:starter

Lance spun around the kitchen excitedly, whistling to himself, flour and sugar sprinkling about in his wake. It had been a while since he baked something sweet just for the hell of it and he was eager to present it to the crew. He’d been on the Serpent for a few weeks now and still didn’t feel like he’d really gotten to know anyone yet, he hoped this trifle would serve as a good offering to help break the ice. 

Arroyo sat in the sterile healer’s quarters, staring up at the ceiling. Disliking names. As puzzled over the thought, drawing blanks on what his would be, he heard someone walk in. Without looking over at them he said, “You, human, come help me choose a disliking name.”

“Fuck!” Tobias exclaimed before pulling his thumb to his mouth, trying to numb the pain he’d just caused himself. Holding a hammer in his other had he’d been trying to help repair the ship. Years ago, Tobias had helped build churches and houses but he never considered himself much of a carpenter. Except there wasn’t much else for him to do. Swabbing the deck of a ship that wouldn’t set sail anytime soon seemed rather pointless-- and after being useless during the storm he needed to prove he was an asset to the crew. Hell, he needed to prove that to himself right now. Pulling his thumb from his mouth he confirmed his suspicion that he’d busted the nail of his thumb and was bleeding along the cuticle. “Brilliant,” he muttered to himself.

The rain had been falling for hours now and at some point Adeline must have drifted off to sleep. It was hard to say if that was intentional or not. Even after so many years at sea, she wasn’t the biggest fan of storms. Something about them made her anxious. Her mind certainly wasn’t at ease in the realm of sleep either. The last few weeks had yielded a considerable effort to avoid rest for the reason that it brought an onslaught of nightmarish visions. This time was no exception as she walked up to a burning house. The heat was almost comforting even though her clothes seemed as though they might burn off. But it was as though some sort of immunity or invisible wall protected her from the blaze. The building itself seemed to be of a wealthy nature, which could be told even admidst it being swallowed by the flames. There was a haunting stench in the air that Adeline didn’t even have to question the source of, having heard the screams slowly dissipating to less and less voices as time went on. It didn’t stop her from moving about through the manor, even up the stairs and onward, almost assessing the damage she was all too sure she had caused in this memory. Her pace shifted between walking and running, an almost elation running through the memory at this chaos.

TIME: Mid-day before the heavy rain starts

TIME: Night before the heavy rain fall starts