Gifts and Curses

Kailani: *presses against him, moving him to the path that goes below deck*

They move below deck, passing by the rooms that were previously used on the voyage.

Kailani: *practically shoves him into the closest one, panting as she kisses him*

The door closes behind them as Edward moves her over to the bed.

Talos: *wonders about what Kailani told him*

Bryn: *having necro elsa moments*

Kailani: *moves effortlessly*

Edward lies her down onto the bed, breaking off only to retrieve air. He returns back to the kiss, fumbling with her clothing.

Talos: *looks at the slip of paper with a mark on it. The angular shapes form the figure of a fox*

Bryn: LET IT DIIIE! LET IT DIEEE! LET THE DEATH RISE TO THE SKY! LET IT DIE! LET IT DIE!

Kailani: *there's not much to fumble with. She moans and shifts and blah*

~[NSFW CUTSCENE WHICH WILL NOT BE DISPLAYED]~

~agreed~

Talos: *looks at the paper in his hands*

Logi wakes up.

~in the not so distant past~

Elena: *also awakens*

Logi smiles to Elena before getting up.

Elena: *sits up*

((UUUGH. SO. MUCH. COLLEGE. CRUD.))

Logic looks to her.
"We need to get a job today...."

Elena: *nods* I-I could be a barmaid...

Logi nods.
"Lets hope that that job will have little safety concerns.... Though I really doubt it in a hell hole like this."

((EEEEEP SANDSHREW))

Elena: *frowns, hoping that he's not upset with what she got them into*

Logi: "I'm going to go check around here to see what job openings there are..."

Elena: *nods and goes with him*

Logi stands up, moving out of the room, takin his back pack just in case.

Elena: *takes hers as well*

Talos: *leaves while Bryn is still sleeping. He goes to the address Kailani gave him*

Logi starts moving around Tortuga, looking at any job openings or places.

*Buildings of all sorts line the stone street. Shops, stalls, and crates clutter the path as vendors call to passerby*

Logi looks for any sign of a job opening.

*there are no such signs, this custom appears to not be present here*

Elena: *looks at a stall with a lot of crates. The shop owner seems to be struggling to lift the crates into a pile. She taps Logi*