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[closed] (loud screaming) BOAT PARTY

Who: Taako, Lup, Barry, Kravitz, Magnus, Lance, and Nate.
What: 7 assholes, two boats, heading into the ocean for the chance to look for some buckwild stuff.
Where: Out at sea!
When: The entirety of the voyage; August 13th-September 3rd.
Warnings: Idk PG-13 levels of shirtlessness, curse words, maybe somebody ends up overboard at some point. Should be cool.

This is a catch all for the boat party for this group! Make top-levels for threads within this time and go friggin' wild. For convenience, I've provided 3 toplevel headers as general timeline assistance; as far as events of the voyage go, it'll basically be:

Week One: (August 13th-19th) Leaving the city and traveling to the fragment!
Week Two: (August 20th-26th) Still traveling, picking up whatever they find somewhere in here, since it's about the middle.
Week Three: (August 27th- Sept 3rd) Traveling and arriving home!

Feel free not to use exact dates, I sure don't care, this is just to help figure out if things happened before other things, OTHERWISE GO WILD

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Header for Week One (August 13th-19th!)

Header for Week Two (August 20th-26th!)

Header for Week Three (August 27th-September 3rd!)

Week 2 - Former

[A couple weeks in and Nate has never been more grateful that there are two boats in this miniature fleet, because after a handful of days he might have killed everyone and then himself.

Not that it's been bad - sure, having to explain to the Taacos how a sail works was a pain in the ass, but they caught on quick enough - and neither have they had inclement weather outside of the occasional drizzle, plus a morning where the fog was so thick they actually had to tie the boats together to keep from losing each other. All things considered, it's uneventful. They've even had contact back with the islands, if spotty, so when Nate stretches out in the niche of the bow to call Elena and the communicator doesn't even emit static, it's concerning.

He sits upright, fiddling with the settings, and tries again. Nothing.

Having spent the better part of his time on various adventures being completely out of pocket this shouldn't concern him as much as it does, but there isn't a signal at all. It isn't as though nothing is getting through, it's as if the other side doesn't exist. In a world where the environment can change at the drop of a hat, that's bad.]

Hey, uh. Guys?

[The other boat is drifting nearby, with little wind today they're following a current, and so Nate raises his voice.]

...Can anyone get a call out to the mainland?

Week 2 - Latter

[It's his third dive in a day and Nate knows he's pushing it.

The first went swimmingly: water was a little cold, but the tank held up well and most of the equipment maintained a reasonable amount of its quality. They narrowed the search area. The second he had to cut short when an hour into it he realized his tank was leaking air, fast, and no amount of "I told you so"s from the resident wizards could make Nate wish he'd opted for bubble-heading himself again. He surfaced as quickly as he could without giving himself decompression sickness after pinpointing a perimeter he was sure would have what they were looking for.

Now, skeptically examining some of the last tanks on their boat - he's a Luddite at heart - Nate can't help the sick feeling that whatever fragment they find down there is going to fuck with them something fierce, if it hasn't attracted the local carnivorous fauna.]

I might need some back-up.

[He hazards, leaning over the side of the boat he and Lance have been sharing for the last two weeks.]

Last time I went down there, I saw something that looked like it came straight out of The Odyssey.

[It's only a week into their trip when Lup is very abruptly cornering her twin against one of the railings of the ship, pinning him down with her sharp gaze.]

Okay so, please feel free to tell me I'm totally wrong, but have you still not told Skeletor how you feel?! [Look. Lup would love to be wrong in this situation, but they both know how right she is. There's no denying it.]

I thought you took care of this ages ago!

Edited 2018-08-21 22:33 (UTC)

Back up? Pretty sure what you really need first is a big, ol' nap, hun.

[The twins aren't exactly the type to push themselves to extremes on the regular - considering elves don't even need sleep, it's amazing how many mornings the two are caught sleeping in, even during their journey - but they have enough workaholics in their lives to know when someone needs to slow it down and give themselves a break.

And Nathan Drake? He seems like the type of guy who hasn't had a real break in at least a decade or so.

Jumping between the two boats, separating the twins when they start throwing sharp, elvish words at one another, has become the norm, which is why Lup's perched on the railing of Nate and Lance's boat, long legs kicking off the side.]

Nothing is gonna move without you. Go get your cute butt in bed and don't come out until you get at least a few z's.

[Okay, well, this could all be worse he supposes.

It's early enough in the whole adventure that Lance doesn't totally hate life yet, although he's still not so sure about having agreed to come along. It could definitely be worse, and it's actually kind of neat to see endless water and have the quiet of the ship and not be needed constantly for things, but on the other hand...

It's boring. There's only so many times Lance can watch the waves, or mess with the fishing poles he doesn't intend to use, or stalk the network for what stupid conversation people have left public. It's getting old.

So while the two boats are nearby, the journey paused for a short time for everyone to rest, Lance is peering curiously over the edge of the boat into the water.]

So if this planet is mostly water, shouldn't it have really huge creatures in the ocean?

[Kravitz can certainly relate to a minor case of cabin fever. Of course, this circumstance is not the worst he's ever felt it, and after being stuck in Hadriel for so long, he's somewhat adjusted to feeling... well, caged. As much as one can adjust to such a thing.

He peers over the edge beside Lance, the two of them directing matching stares into the ocean.]

I suppose that would make sense. ...You know, you really shouldn't tempt fate in this way.

[Magnus was used to being stuck on a ship of some sort with his friends (and a few strangers, but hopefully they'd become friends or at least not kill each other by the end) and finding ways to entertain himself. He had taken it upon himself to be the lookout, climbing to the highest point of the ship (which wasn't exactly the safest thing in the world) and looking out for other ships or anything that might be interesting).]

[Often times it just resulted him in screaming "AHOY" at people from a distance and hoping they'd wave back.]

[So all in all it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but certainly not the most exciting.]

[Magnus approaches Lance and leans on the railing next to him, looking into the waters below.]

That would be super cool if there was. Maybe one will pop up while we're sailing and I can fight it or something!

[Even though he's not the most equipped to fight something in the water, but that would be a problem for future Magnus.]

[Meanwhile, Taako has both hands against the rail and is looking anywhere but at Lup right now. Really, he's got one eye on the ocean and one eye in the sky, contemplating if it'd be easier to escape if he dropped into the water and grabbed the anchor or if he just flew out of arm's reach. These are good, right? These are totally normal things to do here.]

Uh, Lulu, listen, it's-- is this really when you wanna do this? I mean, not even that, like, is this where I wanna do this, cuz this isn't a super romantic locale, soooo maybe it's just not a good time.

[Oh yeah. He hasn't said a damn word. Even though he sure has been thinking about it, what with Kravitz having been in the city a year this month. A year since Kravitz held him in an unfamiliar apartment and whispered confessions just for him and Taako honestly thought if he could survive a three story fall.

Listen. It's fine.]

Don't worry, cha boy's just waiting for the right moment. Def.

[Taako has never been more excited to be out of the city.

Sure, the living conditions on the Starblaster weren't great, but it was home, and nothing's ever felt quite so similar as it does a day into this trip. The quarters are cramped, the food is surprisingly good, he has a fishing pole and his surfboard and his family all curled into one. This is just like tons of expeditions before off to find the Light, Magnus doing something dumb, Lup and Barry doing nerdy ass tracking, and Taako having a grand fucking time.

He can be found most times sitting near the back of one of the boats, a fishing pole trailing behind them as they move, legs kicked up over the edge as he surveys the water. Other times, he's surveying the track of the boats on the main deck, wherein a bird may perch by you, scream, and then three seconds later be a rather familiar elf. Sometimes he even seems to disappear for a few hours... but always seems to emerge from somewhere, looking pristine and well refreshed.

He's just here to have a good time at this point, and obviously doesn't seem to give a shit about the close quarters, so come find him for some personal time.]

[Taako's lounging near the front of the other boat, feet kicked up on the edge and hat pulled down over his eyes. He looks like he might be napping, but at Nate's yell, one ear perks up and he tilts his head.]

What? Who're you calling? You better not be sending dick pics without showing me first.

[But he sits up, fishing around for his phone.]

I just talked to Cecily like, yesterday, what's goin' on?

[Nathan Drake knows neither the meaning of rest or the meaning of slowing down, which is probably why he's gotten a little gray in the temples in his late 30s. He's sobered, somewhat, from the frenetic and obsessed pace that he used to keep several years prior, but there are parts of him that still crave moving non-stop.

He's not convinced they have enough time, given how long they've been looking already. It isn't the urgency he felt when working with Sam to find Avery's treasure, but it's a near thing.]

I don't need a nap, Lup.

[Nate scoffs, not as young as he once was and therefore partly in denial about his own limitations. He's spent days running on nothing but fumes and adrenaline. This is nothing.]

We're close. I can feel it, I know it's down there.

Comm's crapped out.

[Nate replies, frowning at his phone and ignoring the comment about dick pics. Haven't you seen enough of his dick, Taako?]

I was trying to call Elena, but the signal's completely gone. Maybe we're too far away?

[It isn't as though there are satellites out here.]

[Lance glances over at him briefly at that comment, then looks back at the ocean again when he responds.]

You're probably right, but now that we acknowledged it we should be good.

[Hopefully.]

But we should also probably take the possibility of giant sea monsters in account when people going diving for the fragment.

Okay, as cool as that would definitely be, I'm not sure we want to be fighting some giant sea creature when we only have sailboats.

[He's seen movies, okay. They all say even huge pirate ships can't really stand up to over-exaggerated giant squid, and Lance definitely wouldn't put it past this weird planet to actually have monsters like that.]

I'm sure we'd manage okay. It's not like we don't have a bunch of kick ass wizards and the actual grim reaper on the boat with us. I'm sure we'd figure something out.

[He's fought a bunch of giant things before and they ~~usually~~ haven't killed him in the past.]

Plus, I know a shit ton about carpentry, so if the boat got damage I'd probably be able to fix it.

[Key word probably.]

[Lance is... Pretty sure they'd indeed figure something out, but he doesn't think it'd be super fun. Still, there's no harm in a little confidence and speculation, and also learning a bit more about the other people on the expedition team.]

Are you one of the wizards, or...?

[He knows Taako and Lup are, of course, but that's about it.]

[Gonna have to move real fast Taako, because two hundred years of your bullshit means Lup knows exactly what escape routes he is already planning for. If he attempts to dart away from her, she is going to tackle him straight into hell.]

Uh. Wanna run that by me again, babe? Cuz I'm pretty sure you an' Krav are bonin' on the reg just like Barry an' I are here. What parts of this whole boat trip aren't romantic? You really trying to tell me your bone daddy wouldn't melt into a puddle if you confessed your undying love to him out on the ocean beneath the stars? Seems pretty on point to me.

Bar an' I can chill in the pocket spa for the night. I'll bully everyone to leave you both alone.

[It was fairly easy for Kravitz to swallow his discomfort at first, but as the time drags on, he's enjoying this voyage less and less. Being surrounded by water on all sides when you've Kind-Of-Sorta-It's-A-Weird-Technicality drowned isn't super enjoyable.

He can intermittently be found staring sulkily at the railing- a solid distance away from the edge- or curled up with a book, doing his best to keep his mind off of nasty thoughts.]

[Without warning, there’s an elf sliding up to Krav’s side as he’s shooting distasteful looks at the railing. Too bad it’s probaby not the elf he was hoping for, but at least Lup isn’t pretending to be Taako. Yet.]

Now what the hell did that railing ever do to you?

[Look, the day he mixes them up, he'll willingly leap into the water.

Krav shoots Lup an almost identical look, albeit with a little more fondness mixed in.]

Nothing. Yet.

[Apparently this makes complete sense to him.]

[Just you wait, Krav. Might happen sooner than you think.]

Ominous. [But she only grins, looking more amused than anything with his vague answer.]

You... You do know how to swim, right?

Edited (Language??? I know it??) 2018-08-27 15:31 (UTC)

[please god no don't let that be a threat]

Of course I know how to swim!

[He scoffs exaggeratedly, as if that's a dumb thing to ask, even though he's giving her good reason to doubt as much. Then Krav pauses, and opens and closes his mouth a couple times.]

I mean- theoretically. I never learned, as a child. At least, I don't think so- but I can fly, and open portals, so I don't really need to know the specifics when I can just-

[His words begin to rush together. Long story short? No. No he doesn't.]

[Kravitz doesn't do well in cramped, close quarters- a byproduct of spending eternity with an entire stockade and apartment to himself- but in this moment, he feels almost peaceful. Their journey is nearly over, the end is in sight, and for some fucking reason- that he refuses to question, lest the universe sees fit to ruin it- he has some space to himself. (Suspicious. No! Not questioning. Anyway.)

He sits with his ankles crossed, nose buried in the book he took with him for the journey, scribbling corrections in it's margins. That's how he do.]

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