FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Charles Vane
RECIPIENT: Everyone!!
WHAT: Assignment thing
WHEN: Night, sometime this month idk
WHERE: Docks, on one of the ships
NOTES: nah
SENDER: Charles Vane
RECIPIENT: Everyone!!
WHAT: Assignment thing
WHEN: Night, sometime this month idk
WHERE: Docks, on one of the ships
NOTES: nah
[ Vane rarely ever posts on this thing, because he rarely ever has anything to say, unless responding to someone else. But today he has gotten A Letter. His voice comes in with a tone like he's reading off of a script. ]
"We do hereby assign you, Charles Vane, the title of Assistant Project Leader of Naval Presence." [ There's a low, rumbling chuckle, and the rustling of paper when the letter's set aside. Well doesn't that shit just sound like an actual, legitimate job. It feels a little gross, but here we are. ] Alright then.
[ man of many words. not quite silence falls, but he does stop talking for a while. what's left is a deep inhale and slow exhale as he smokes, the easy wood creaking of a ship underneath him, and the distant lap of water against the piers and the ship's hull. eventually, after half a minute or so: ]
Where's my pet kraken?
[ what? Araceli has one. ]
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