Myka
Gender: Female
Ship: Rika
Doing: Getting up
Location: On Rika's deck
With: No one
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⇀ Myka groaned as she stirred slightly in her bed. She'd thrown off the covers in her sleep, and she shivered in the coldness of her bare arms; her nightgown didn't offer much protection or comfort. She swung her legs off of the side of her bed and stood up in her tiny cabin, wondering briefly where some fresh clothes were. She spotted her freshly-laundered blouse and a pair of worn pants and quickly dressed, completing the outfit with some short gloves and a small hat with a white feather. Nearly forgetting, she slipped on a waist-mounted gun holster and tucked away her precious blunderbuss. Slipping on some moccasins, she left her stuffy little cabin and stretched her arms in the morning light, feeling the familiar sway of the ocean below the ship.
The blonde-haired girl sighed contently and noticed her shipmates moving around on the deck.
"Hello, mates! Captain," she said cheerily, and dipped her head respectfully to Captain Scott.
"Fine morning, isn't it?"Blaine
Gender: Male
Ship: Rika
Doing: Getting up, cooking
Location: Kitchen of Rika
With: No one
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⇛ Blaine blinked chocolate-brown hair out of his eyes and awoke, his eyes facing the ceiling of his small cabin on the Rika. He made a long, slow sound of protest at having to wake up-- he'd been having a rather pleasant, dreamless sleep, which wasn't easy to get on a ship like this. He half-rolled, half-clambered out of his rigid bed and heard the mattress creak unpleasantly. Sighing, he dressed quickly and jogged out of his cabin; he would have to make breakfast preparations soon.
Blaine's cabin was on one of the lower decks, as was the kitchen, so he didn't have a chance to see the sunlight before going into the storerooms of food. The storage room was not quite promising, he thought to himself as he walked in and flicked open a few cabinets of nearly-empty contents. He was able to find ingredients for biscuits and some salt-cured pork, which he figured would be enough for today. Mixing the ingredients for the biscuits as quickly as he could in a wooden bowl, he made some of his usual sloppy mistakes while trying to multitask. These wouldn't be the prettiest biscuits, but they would do. He tossed some dry wood into the woodstove and set it ablaze, quickly closing the door and configuring the stove to his needs. Setting two skillets onto the stovetop, he laid down strips of pork in one and globules of biscuity goodness into the other.
Tobias
Gender: Male
Ship: Sirius
Doing: Getting up
Location: Infirmary of Sirius
With: No one
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↦ Tobias woke in quite an uncomfortable position, his head on the edge of one of the beds meant for patients in the infirmary and the rest of his body on the floor. He sat up and rubbed the crick in his neck with a cold hand. He figured he had probably fallen asleep cleansing his bone saw again, as it was lying mere inches away from him along with a dusty rag. He stood up and stretched briefly before finding a change of clothes. He took his time, though; he had no patients at the moment, and so he was not entitled to any particular duties. He left the empty sick bay and climbed up to the top deck, where he thought his shipmates might be.
He blinked the hard sunlight out of his eyes, having not realized that he was so used to darkness. He soon noticed the captain and Russel lounging on deck, but he didn't engage with them, apart from a small,
"Morning." He quickly noticed the Captain's expression, which could not have been more different from his own; he had adorned his natural look of ever-so-slight dismay, his eyebrows resting quite unimpressed upon his pale eyelids.
"Awfully cheerful today, aren't we?" He commented, gazing intently at the Captain. Usually, his cold blue stare intimidated people-- it was something he couldn't help-- but he hoped that by now his shipmates would be used to it.