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"I think he's awake"

Roy shakes his head, "I'll stay with the ship."

Roy almost reads his thoughts, "I blame that flower thing."

"You," Roy responds, somewhat regretting taking this job, "Its like he refuses to pronounce our names right."

"Sounds more like youre not paying attention..." Roy whispers to himself. But this isnt worth fighting over.

Roy glances at him, "I mean, I think we've been fine with the crew we've had... even if some of them don't talk, just do their jobs and go to bed, that's really all we need."

Roy elbows Terra, "How long we gonna wait for this guy?"

Roy walks by and slaps the pipe out of Jon's mouth, "We have work to do," he reminds the stoner.

Roy walks out of the cabin, "We're about there, Terra. Time to prep for landing."

Nah I think I got it lol Fantasy Ill give ya. I have no sway on Star Wars though

((Hey if youre running an RP Id totally put everytgubf on hold for you))

((So... reconvene in just under two weeks? Da?))

((Beats me))

So, uh Guess who's gone again

"Another few hours out," Roy responds, "But we're at the right heading."

((Chill, mein frunds. Now we can play normally again))

((Anyways, backtracking so Terra is still alive... just wanna wait for him?))

((Spam. He's banned for a week))

((Never reference Harry Potter in the presence of Storm))

"Dont worry... we can still get you pie," Roy chuckles to himself.

"No but you were high as all hell," Roy replied, "I'm the navigator actually; youre looking for Terra, whos over there," he gestures towards the captain, "You did this to yourself though."

Roy sees him and laughs, "And so the sobriety begins."

Roy looks at it and shrugs. Not hard. He glances around for landmarks and spots an island he recognized. Grabbing a compass and finding the place on the map, he nods to the pilot, "Course is good. We have an island in our path a few leagues ahead, so be prepared to skirt around it."

Roy shakes his head, "You signed on, you get what you get," he takes leave of his companions and heads for the bridge.

((There is black powder for cannons I guess hes getting at? That is technically a different thing from gunpowder though))

Roy watches him go, "Maybe we can just throw him overboard?"

Roy nods to her, "Im here to do a job, Annisa. Not to get laid. You have no need to worry about me," he looks at Terra, "So when do we take off?"

Roy walks onto the deck and looks around. He nods in approval. The ship looks pretty decent actually. He gives a curt nod to Terra as he makes his way towards the crew quarters.

Roy stands up, "Yeah, yeah.... no problem," he looks towards where the cannonball had come from.

Roy sees the cannonball and quickly pushes the ninja aside, "Duck!" He yells and rolls away himself. He can only hope the others did as well.

Roy's look remains stoic. This is random and stupid and he doesnt like snails.

Roy could tell that he wasnt going to like this so-called "ninja" very much, "Guess we'll have to find out," he replied, eyes focused forward.

Roy stands and wades through the crowd of patrons towards her, "I heavily support this notion."

Thankfully, the bartender had actually ****ing heard what Roy had said, and was keeping said drinks off his tab.

"Shut your faces and actually bloody listen or were losing a crew before we even leave," Al growls, "Those two lost free drink privileges. No drinks for any of em."

Roy looks around the group. That was... sudden, "Roy," he tells them, "Roy Mang," he glances at the bartender, "Just drinks for the two, I am not getting a round for everyone."

Roy leans in towards the man, looking him up and down. Still hasn't told him what this is about, but something about it seems... right. What he's been looking for. "Next drink for these two is on me," he tells the barkeeper, "Something hard for the lady, and, say, beer for this man here? Sound...

"They're not and you know it," Roy tells him, "Emergency supplies are hard to carry, especially for large amounts of people. Things like life boats, extra rations for long trips, and the like take up room. Very few ships are equipped for such a sum of people. Add to the mix your secrecy - you...

"The hard stuff is crap," Roy responds, ordering another, "And exorbitantly expensive at that," he takes the next glass, "Not a lot of detail there, my friend. What are we doing? Why do you want me? And what need to we have for cannon fodder?" he looks at those who signed, "I doubt many of them...

"I like how you skip right to bribing me," Roy raises a hand to order another drink, "And dont simply ask."

Roy's gaze slides over to her incredulously. He lifts his drink to his mouth, taking a drink, "And you do know thst I heard everything that happened already right? Im going to assume thst youll offer me an ungodly amount of beer in return for signing my name to whatever the hell crew that idjit...

Roy was sitting in the bar, a nice cold lager in his hand and his mind elsewhere. He stares out the window quietly as he takes small sips. People were so boistrous in here... it was kind of annoying. But what can he say? He loves beer