The Flight of the Faithful Pelican (Airship Roleplay)

[Tyrannia]

Plot

The East Port Shipping Company is searching for sailors. With a compulsory draft set for all men above the age seventeen, the company is desperate for employees. Fortunately for them, many women and children are equally desperate for work.
Sailing an airship is a man sized job. It takes maturity, a strong back, and if pirates are about, a good aim. The young captain of the Faithful Pelican is searching for such crewmen. An honorable job, steady pay, and experience flying are all benefits. Officer posts are open to those with command experience. Do you think you have what it takes? Read on.

The plot will be updated as new chapters are started.

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Rules

This is a link to the site-wide rules. Review them.

-The maturity level of this role play can best be summed up this way, if it wouldn't appear in an Animated Disney Movie, don't bring it up. Just to warn everyone, there will be action, fantasy violence, and possibly some implied gore. Discretion shots are a must when it comes to this final item.

-Do not take IC opinions personally. If the Captain wants to hang your character for mutiny, do not assume I feel the same way.

-Romantic subplots are allowed, however, do not allow them to dominate the role play. All romance must be between opposite genders.

-To make sure we literally stay on the same page, we will be posting in a certain order. Number one posts, then two, ect. Until we circle back to number one. If, for some reason, you can not post when your turn comes, you may skip it twice. The Prologue is the exception to this.

-This roleplay is semi-semi-literate. Effort is required, mastery isn't.

-As you may notice, there is no character forum to fill out. The Captain will pick his own crew. You'll need to post in character for the interview.

These rules may be added to if necessary. Check back every now and then.

Ship Rules
-All gentlemen must be under 18. Draft dodgers will not be tolerated.

-Children under ten years of age need not apply.

-No drinking, gambling, or brawling aboard the ship.

-When off the ship, conduct yourself in a matter befitting a sailor of East Port Shipping Company.

-Insubordination will not be tolerated. The utmost respect and obedience must be payed to your captain and officers.

-The ships cat is not to be abused in any way.

-Any stowaways shall be thrown in the brig, and handed over to the authorities at the next port.

-Theft will not be tolerated. Any tampering with another crewman's chest shall incur strict discipline.

-All mutineers will be dealt with to the full extent of the law.

Any new additions to these rules will most likely be announced in the role play.

OAQ

Occasionally Asked Questions

.How do you join?
Just jump on in. At least, until the Prologue is over. After that, new roleplayers must wait until the Faithful Pelican has come to port. *Warning* The prologue is essentially a trial run. Not all characters will make it onto the crew.

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Crew Roster

Captain Thomas Dunne

First Mate ________
The captains right hand. Must be able to enforce orders, and take command if need be. Previous experience is required.

Second Mate _________
To aid the Captain and First Mate. Experience is preferred.

1st Engineer _________
In charge of maintenance of the levitation engine. Experience with it, or like machinery is required.

2nd Engineer_________
Assistant to the First Engineer. Experience is not required, basic knowledge is.

Able Crewman _________
A crewman with previous flying experience. Duties include manning the helm, keeping lookout, and unloading cargo.

Crewman ___________
A crewman without previous flying experience. Duties are the same as the able crewman.

Crewman ___________

Cook_________

In charge of preparing meals, keeping stock of rations, and the upkeep of the galley.

Cabin Boy _________
Directly under the charge of the Cook, the Cabin Boy (or girl) shall help prepare meals, clean dishes, and swab decks.

Ship's Cat – The Lucky Queen Marty

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Captains Log

An impressive book with a practical red cover. It is blank.

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Prologue
Recruiting a Crew

Captain Thomas Dunne squinted as he carefully carved his quill into a fine point. He had always been meticulous about his penmanship, more so in his new post. It wouldn't do to send his report to the East Port Shipping Company with less then perfect clarity. Besides, it was a way to keep the butterflies in his stomach from reaching his head. The young man, more of a boy really, straightened the bronze coat that served as his uniform, and looked around the musty tavern.
He saw many potential crew-members, that is, if he were looking to turn to piracy. The smell alone was enough to turn his stomach. It hardly seemed a promising start to his voyage. Yet, he remembered his own captains words. This would be where the honest sailors came. The desperate ones who need the work. Forcing himself not to fidget, he pretended to take some notes as he waited for these 'honest sailors' to show themselves.

[Bonus]

“Okay...”
The young boy exhaled, his breath unstable with anxiety, his palms damp with sweat, and his already naturally pale skin, white. Travis Redwood walked meekly through entrance of the run down tavern. The boy had been searching for employment for only a short amount of time, he was fortunate enough to come across a poster in town, adverting the need for a crew. Travis has never had the opportunity to experience riding on an Airship, and knows little to no information on the beast of machinery. That left the position of engineer out. He could cook a bit, though Travis winched to his lack of variety concerning recipes. Perhaps a Crewman? Or a Cabin Boy even? Considering the possibilities for positions he qualified for, the boy didn't even seem to notice the interior of the tavern and the state it was in. Hesitantly, he lifted his eyes to gazed about for this Caption Dunne, as well as repeatedly correcting his stance for a better appearance. Travis caught eye of a well presented young man, out of the rough atmosphere of others.
Could he be... ?
The boy seemed to hunch his shoulders, and duck his neck as a frightened turtle would. He was careful to regain his confident posture quickly, and, while the bold attitude remained present, he approached the table with determination,
“Pardon my interference.. Do you happen to be.... Caption Dunne?”

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Evan Ivanovich

"Just a few other adjustments and it's all done" the young brown haired man muttered to himself as he used a screwdriver to finish of something that resembled a miniature air-ship. He then made sure it had some sort of fuel before turning it on and watching as the miniature took of the table that worked as a port there on the bar, he grinned softly watching as the ship flew up for a moment before he picked it up setting it on the table once more and taking a sip of a coffee mug which was in fact empty of coffee but filled with strong whiskey. He took a sip and felt as the drink burned it's way down, he didn't usually drink only when the coffee failed it's purpose on keeping him awake and this now was the case, feeling more waken up he made a clicking noise with his tongue and waited for his little furry friend appeared.

The creature was a dark colored ferret who was given the gentle name of Thieve, the ferret had a red bandana on it's neck and yawned softly as he climbed out of his sleeping place, "Ol' Paw" he pet the ferret's head gently, "how are your captaining skills lately?" he smiled softly putting the ferret on the ship which was big enough for the ferret to get on and feel comfortable, "you remember it all Thieve?" he asked out of habit as he turned the ship on once again, he had spent at least a month on training Thieve to pilot the miniature and had successfully taught the ferret to at least make the ship land. He stood up smiling and taking other sip of the drink as he watched the ferret drive the little air-ship towards nowhere in particular, he used this 'free' time to run his eyes for a moment around the tavern, there was this young lad in there who seemed to have caught his attention, he could see other young boy close to him apparently talking to him but his attention soon snapped back to the air-ship as it almost hit his head and he decided to put it back down turning it off and setting it on the table.

"Perhaps..." he frowned slightly thinking, he knew there was a new airship on town and that it was in need of crew, this young lad looking well dressed was perhaps too well dressed for this tavern and actually he had never seen him around here, he pushed the glasses he had been using up and pushed his sleeves back down from the pace they were rolled up and sat back down with Thieve sitting on his shoulders like a scarf, "what you think ol' paw? Would you like to spend the rest of your life sailin' this skies? On new adventures every day?" he reached up and scratched his head some to have him lick his finger softly.

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Collin Macey

Head held high, fist on his waist he scans the horizon. His thick black hair blows against his neck. He wasn't always sure about things, but with this he was. Grinning lightly he watches as men walk aboard, a few of them had left their women behind, who wear crying with hysteria. Yes, he may not come back. But so what, he had nothing to come back too. He was a confident young man, age 18. Nothing he had done was very important, but he dreamed of doing extraordinary things. Many of the men wear in crowds, pushing and shoving others who tried to shovel their way threw. He decide to take a more organized aproch with getting threw the crowd. Going on the side. He didn't under stand why others wanted to go threw the center, when the side that faced the harbor only had a few loners scattered about. Wait, he thinks as he stops for a second. He didn't want others, especially the captain to see him their, and think he was just another messily boy. Sighing, he decided it was the only way. Holding onto the railing he taps it gently as he walks down. Smiling and every once and while shaking a toothpicks hand. Why had they come? He just didn't understand. Their wasn't many, but why would they come? Shaking his head he continues to walk. Coming to the end of that side, he finds a small barrel, empty of course, and sits on it. He again does his tapping routine against the side. It was slow and soothing. He laid his head against the wall and began a small hum. He was a musical man, he just didn't express it much. Getting bored he opened his eyes again and looked at the ground. He wondered.... How far down would that jump be. He was sweltering in the heat, and wanted relief. He couldn't see any water, on the ship, and so badly wanted to leave without going threw the crowd. Even though he knew he wouldn't, and couldn't jump off he still wanted to know. Taking a deep breath he builds up spit in his mouth, and throws out a big louey. 3 seconds. "Not bad" He mumbles to himself.

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{{ Guppy is feeling a bit under the weather and there will be some delay for her reply. Thank you for your patience everyone. C: }}

[Todd.]

((Alright :3))