closed ⇐ and in advance, you and me can play the hand you hold

[pwnspatrickjane]

WHO || Shawn Spencer, Amy Pond, Baal, Thoster Chatwyn and Ichabod Crane [closed]
WHAT || Knights go to Scotland to investigate some shipwrecks and run into a Revolutionary War man.
WHERE || Inverness, Scotland
WHEN || Beginning of May (tentative)
HOW || Actionspam!

[After gathering the four of them together, Wynn filled them in on a series of mysterious shipwrecks that have been happening off the coast of Scotland. After gathering all the details, the team arrives on the waterfront of Inverness, and Shawn freezes as the group is walking along the water, bringing his hands up to his head.]

Please hold while I recalibrate my psychic senses!

[And then he will proceed to spread his arms out at his sides and run in figure eights, kind of like what your GPS app will ask you to do when it needs to be recalibrated. It will culminate with him spinning around in circles for a few counts, before he skids to a stop in front of a local bar.]

The Spirits are telling me we should investigate in that direction.

[Or maybe his years of pop culture knowledge tell him that that is a perfect place to find a gnarly old sea dog.]

Comments

[byyourleave]

And you are not there anymore. We may not be as kind as your friends from there.

[he smirked. an empty threat. or was it (Bluff 23)?]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn squints at Baal for a moment, making an unsure face at the bluff (sense motive 22), before deciding he can handle it, striding over to the very pretty bartender (gather information 16):]

Hello. My name is Shawn Spencer. These are my compatriots, Ginger, the Skipper and Mr. Howell. We were wondering if you might be able to point us in the direction of someone who knows about the recent shipwrecks.

[unspelled]

[ a. you're all fucking dweebs. there's no real b, actually. lorelei is already setting up four glasses for thoster with a cheery smile when shawn "introduces" them. ]

You look more like a Gilligan. [ her accent is about as thick as amy's but far more mellifluous. maybe because she doesn't sound cross all the time. ] There was no treasure on board if that is what you're interested in. ...is that what you're interested in?

[bluffcheck]

Is there any one alive who would say no to treasure? [Thoster says with a wink as he takes two glasses, keeping one for himself and handing one to Amy.]

All the same, we're curious to see the wreckage for ourselves.

[keptbiting]

I have always wanted to be a pirate, [ amy muses thoughtfully, taking the glass from thoster with a smile before taking a healthy swig of it. ]

[unspelled]

They're just bits of wood and decking, now, floating at the bottom of the bay. [ her arms fold against the bar. ] They were fisherman. All you'll find is fish.

You're not from around here. She is, but you're not. Fishing villages on the Scottish coast aren't where treasure hunters frequent.

[byyourleave]

Or perhaps we'll find a reason that they are happening.

[he swirled the liquid in the glass before taking a sip. Nice. He will take another sip and enjoy the taste with a smile.]

[bluffcheck]

I've got quite the appreciation for ships. Even simple fishing boats. [Nat 20 bluff check. That feels like a waste, but whatever.] I wanted to show my friends here a thing or two about this passion of mine.

1/2

[unspelled]

[ she looks at them appraisingly for a while before jerking her head to the man in the corner. ]

Perhaps you could chat up our Mr Crane then. Oi, England!

[lichabod]

[ the man is sat ramrod straight, hand poised on a page of the tome before him. maybe he's a statue. maybe lorelai is pulling her customers' legs.

no, the heaving sigh and shrug of his shoulders will assure their visitors he is indeed a living being, jarred from his train of thought. crane's english accent clips at each consonant, and lilts with irritation as he attempts to return lorelai's sass in kind. ]

Hmm? May I help you, Miss Inverness?

[unspelled]

[ she smiles sweetly at him, before lifting her eyebrows meaningfully. ]

This lot wants to know more about the shipwrecks, too. Thought you might like some company in your endeavor.

[lichabod]

Oh? [ only one of crane's eyebrows mirrors hers as they lift. crane gestures at the other seats around his table. ] By all means.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster gives the pair of them a quizzical look. Isn't Inverness the name of this town?? And it's also her surname?? Interesting... But he doesn't make a mention of it. Instead, he just makes his way to take a seat at the man's table.]

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Crane. The name's Thoster Chatwyn. [He offers a hand to shake, a wide smile on his face.] What is it that tickles your fancy with these ships?

[pwnspatrickjane]

[While Thoster asks that, Shawn is just going to look around, and see if he can extract any clues from what happens to be sitting around the bar at the moment (spot 22).]

Are you a boatman? Or do you like to build the really tiny ones and save them in bottles?

[byyourleave]

[Baal is just going to listen in, keeping his attention to the room to make sure no one is paying too much attention to them (sense motive nat 20, 22 total)]

[lichabod]

See for yourself.

[ perhaps crane's struck by the oddity of this group as he shakes thoster's hand. maybe it's the way they actually respond to him instead of lightly assaulting him as have the natives, but he pushes the manifests closer toward the group. shawn earns crane's sternest of linefaces. ]

While I would not name myself a sailor, I am familiar with travel by sea, yes. Though-- anyone could see the suspect nature of this recent spat of wrecks when presented alongside the favorable conditions of late.

[keptbiting]

[ baal can sense that the other people in the bar are just people, kind of leery of new people in their quiet fishing village, perpetually annoyed with crane, but considering the happenings that's also pretty reasonable. he'll also be able to tell that lorelei herself may know more than she's letting on, busying herself with cleaning the bar while she watches them chat. shawn notices a large barnacled conch shell helpfully labeled "tips" that is filled with a handful of the gold and silver one and two pound coins. ]

Fair weather? [ amy sits down in the chair closest to crane, SURPRISE OF SURPRISES. she leans over to read the list of ship names quickly (none of them are named the amelia anything so she thinks they're rubbish) and the weather conditions during their wrecks before she leans back toward crane, all curious eyes and a patented flirtatious smile. hello, sir. ] How can a ship sink in fair seas?

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn is going to get up again, because he can't sit still for the life of him, is going to get up and inspect said conch shell while keeping an ear on the rest of the group (listen nat 20).]

[bluffcheck]

Plenty of ways for it to happen. But all of them involve some sort of foul play. Either tampering with the ship itself or some sort of magic. [Thoster rubs at his chin, deep in thought.]

Have you been able to get a look at any of the ships themselves? Better yet- could you take us to them?

[He just wants to get a look at it for himself.]

[byyourleave]

[Thoster and Amy seem to have this Crane dude handled. Shawn is off... being Shawn. So Baal will just turn his attention back to Lorelei with a smile (Charm/Diplomacy 22)]

So, beyond Mister Crane over there, what else have you heard about these shipwrecks?

[lichabod]

[ the abrupt arrival of amy takes his attention briefly (wow hi hello), but he turns back at thoster's request with blooming frustration. ]

Certainly. [ he gestures to a crudely-drawn sketch of the shore and expanse of water, freckled with little x's at each wreck site, far offshore. his tone turns bitter with sarcasm. ] Allow me to fetch my Howker and we shall set sail.

[bluffcheck]

No ship of your own, then? [At least that's how he's reading that bitterness???] No matter, friend! I'm sure we can convince on of these fine fellows to allow us passage. [He looks around at the other patrons in the bar.] If Amy's smile doesn't convince them, a little coin in the pocket never hurt, eh?

[keptbiting]

[ SMILES. and with a 23 charm check it's... maybe not better than gold, but it's not bad! ]

Pretty please?

[unspelled]

[ well. lorelei is thoroughly charmed, dragging her attention away from the table to focus on baal. ]

It's not fit for polite conversation, love. Some sea stories aren't just stories. But I might be willin' to help you find a boat if you lot can walk and talk.

[byyourleave]

I am sure that is something we can do, and perhaps we can have more private, less polite conversation later then?