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

[lichabod]

[ ok so crane had been standing there, awkwardly trying to figure out what to say to amy while watching her buddies as he clutched his research to his chest. but upon hearing lor's admission, his mouth drops agape. ]

You... I...

[ seriously why is scotland SO RUDE ]

[keptbiting]

[ "It's a fishing boat and we leave now, before the sun goes down." she tosses the keys under the bar to the grizzled old man sitting there. stepping from behind the bar, she jerks her head to the door, uncomfortably avoiding crane's entire area before she sets out. ]

Awkward...

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster seems incredibly amused and absolutely tickled to be heading for a boat. Happy pirate is very happy. He follows the bartender out, whistling a tune as he goes.]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn's going to follow along as well, still keeping an eye out for weirdness as he goes, but mostly focusing on Lorelei because something shady's going down.]

[byyourleave]

[Baal just turns to look at the other men after Lorelei has passed, smirking that 'sorry guys, guess she likes me best' grin, and then fell in step beside her.]

So perhaps I should be asking you then what your interest in the shipwrecks are, my dear?

[unspelled]

This is my home, I don't need a reason. [ she keeps leading them out, turning toward the marina with a purposeful stride before she continues. ] The wrecks aren't caused by the sea, they're caused by the reckless townspeople.

[lichabod]

[ you know that kid that wasn't really a part of any 'group' in high school but would follow along behind one listening and trying to be cool? yeah. the tall gangly soldier from the 18th century is that kid right now... ]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn can't help but raise his eyebrows at that, studying Lorelei more closely (sense motive 26).]

That doesn't sound like it's as easy as them forgetting to check their boats for leaks before they sail.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster keeps an ear out on the conversation with the bartender, but slows his steps to hang back with Ichabod. He keeps his volume lower, just to avoid disturbing the talk up ahead.]

What's your story, friend? Just can't let a good mystery go?

[byyourleave]

Perhaps it is neither, or a combination of both. Recklessness can only go so far, but influences can make it worse.

[lichabod]

[ crane frowns but his heads inclines in affirmation, high collar brushing against his jawbone. he avoids eye contact, preferring to focus on the goings-on about them. on the familiar faces of people who would be happy to see him go... ]

Nobody seems to care that their own keep dying.

[unspelled]

[ lorelai bristles. ] They're only being influenced by their own stubborn pride.

[ pausing by the edge of the marina, she turns to look at them all, arms crossed over her chest. ]

Do you want to help this place? Really help.

[bluffcheck]

Of course we do, lass. [Thoster pipes up.] Wouldn't be here otherwise.

[keptbiting]

Yeah! As much as I'm glad to be back, this is for business, not pleasure.

[ but maybe she's eyeing crane like why not both tho? ]

[byyourleave]

[he stops as well, his voice soft]

Yes, we do. That is why we came here - to help stop it from happening by finding the reason and putting a stop to it. That is why we have to look at it from multiple angles.

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn nods in agreement, because yep. That's definitely what they're after. To fight the good fight and all that jazz.]

We're the good guys.

[lichabod]

[ crane's pride is still a bit in the way, so his declaration comes out imperialistically shitty. he crosses his arms and nods, once. ]

Considering that's what I've been trying to do...

[unspelled]

[ softly: ] I didn't want you to get hurt. [ SO THERE, CRANE. ]

This town is under the thumb of a sea hag. [ her lip curls in obvious disdain. ] They've been offering her tribute as long as I can remember but some-- [ insert very rude scottish word here. ] --decided they didn't want to pay anymore out of some stubborn pride and now she's killing them for their insolence.

[bluffcheck]

A sea hag? [Thoster looks possibly too excited.] Well, now this has gotten interesting...

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn will glance between all the parties for a moment before asking, obviously:]

What's a sea hag? Is that like that girl that is always hanging out with the sea, even though they know that it'll never be more than her just hanging out there, being by the sea?

[Because the closest he can equate it to is ... fag hag.]

[keptbiting]

I think she means, like. Ursula.

[pwnspatrickjane]

[It takes him a second before his eyebrows go up.]

Oh.

So slightly more complicated than that.

[bluffcheck]

Nothing we can't handle, though! [He's v confident in their abilities okay]

[lichabod]

A sea hag? Here?

[ he resists belief at first, but as his brain processes it, the pieces seem to fall into place. crane's brow smooths from confusion to understanding. ]

Do you know where she's established herself in the town?

[unspelled]

Of course, I do. Out off the bay. [ she points out to the smudge of a small island speckled with trees. ]