Since I promised Young Link of the Sabers a little meet up.

What:Ghost Race Tail Gate and Beach Party
Who:People who know not to burn down bars.
When:July 4th 4 pm
Where: Beach east of the port.

Bringing Dessert is recommended.
RSVP via this post by July 3rd for a decent headcount.

Antoine... Antoine? No, please - [Haruhi's journal is currently in the jaws of a happy dog. Clearly this is a game. The telling pants of the silly dog can be heard by all. Occasionally there is even a playful growl.]

I don't want to buy another one. What would you use it for anyway? You're a dog.

[Yes, using logic on a dog always works. Antoine is now hopping out of reach and hunkering down, eyes shining brightly.]

I have a treat?

[Well that's a better plan. Except, like his previous owner, the idea of Haruhi giving him a gift thrills him to no end. The dog is soon airborne as he launches himself at her. There is only a short, sharp gasp and then a splash.

Someone got knocked off the dock.

The sound of happy barking ends the feed.]

((OOC: There has been a post about preliminary plotting for the race in the crew comm over here! Please go indicate your character's preference if you haven't already.))

Good day, Sabers. With a few details of the "Great Ghost Race" revealed to us, it is time to begin discussing our intended course of action.

The Sabers shall be participating in the race, though details beyond that are still up in the air. I would say that our primary goal needs to be ensuring that the Corpse King cannot get a hold of the grand prize. And if he does... Well, we steal it from him. But we are going to make sure that does not happen, aren't we?

Regardless, it is time to start sharing and discussing any initial thoughts or developing strategies as the race date draws nearer. Your input is, as always, appreciated.

Considering what is ahead, and our generally fluctuating state, I feel we should prepare ourselves more so. Also, I feel perhaps we should... make an effort to understand each other more than we do.

[Which was saying a lot from her, she really didn't like knew things too much.]

We have many skills and know not the limit of them, nor how to utilize them in strategy. Though we have done well so far. Let us work together to hone our skills like a fine arrow, able to strike through to the heart of our enemies and opponents.

Of course I do not say this with nothing to offer. There is a game from the world I had experienced before here, in the land of Gensokyo. They are quite antagonistic and make a game of combat. This method of which they use is useful for many applications, I feel if those who could use that method aboard this learned of its ways it would do us greatly.

I and to an extent Tojiko can help instruct the system.

What is thy word on such a proposition?

( Cut for narration )

I regret to inform everyone that the Royal Host Club is currently closed. There are currently no plans to reopen.

[His voice never falters. It remains calm and professional.]

For those who do not know me, my name is Kyouya Otori. I and [he pauses, considers, and chooses his words] a friend, Haruhi Fujioka, need to join a crew.

We also bring a golden retriever.

Neither of us are combatants, and we would prefer to avoid conflict with the Navy as much as possible.

Haruhi is a capable cook, and I am a competent one. I am also extremely qualified to manage expenses and budgets. I also have decent medical knowledge.

Thank you.

[The name of the Howling Sabers' new ship is actually one L-Elf approves of, though he's kept that to himself. However, he does feel that a ship with a name like the Sea Princess needs an appropriate figurehead and he's been sketching some ideas of what he'd like to propose to have commissioned.

The art isn't particularly skilled and there's a definite lack of style, but the pictures are immediately recognizable as mermaids of some sort in various poses. Or rather one mermaid, because all of them are clearly drawn from the same model.]

Are there any nautical superstitions about figurehead designs? I don't want to waste time arguing with the artists if the crew agrees to have this made.

[Link's voice is not what it used to be. Those that knew him before would have little chace of recognizing him on that alone now that he'd skipped puberty and gone straight to Hero of Time 17yr old body. His voice was deep, more bass than tenor, but manner in which he spoke held the kind of innocence his 10yr old mind had always had.]

Hello everyone.

This is Link, Cabin Boy of the- Sorry. That's what I wanted to let everyone know about.

The Charming Murderess has been scuttled. It's been a few weeks since we did it, but we decided that it had to be done. Our new ship is the Sea Princess. That was the name I picked and everyone voted for it!

[Which is kind of exciting!]

So now I'm not the Cabin Boy of the Charming Murderess anymore. I'm not a Cabin Boy at all! I get to join the watch rotation on the Sea Princess and help out with much bigger things.

And the Howling Sabers want to recruit more people, too! So if you need a crew, you should ask Miss Maggie to send you to our ship. It doesn't matter what you can do, I'm sure we'll be able to find a job for you! We could really use a cook, though. Someone who knows how to make a lot of good stuff with apples.

[Sorry, Sasuke. That's how he recruits.]

Thank you! Bye everyone!

voice;

[The crackling, roaring sound of a raging fire greets the journal this day. In the background, the frazzled screams of shopkeepers, residents, and other people can be heard.]

Yes . . . now they understand. Why must it be only I who suffers?

Give me my happily ever after!

[Shouts of "you madwoman!" and "you're going to pay for this!" ring out in the crowd, but no one dares attack Kodachi because she's already put to sleep several of those who tried.]

When will I get married?!



action; open to the crews of the Katabami and the Million Merrily

[Kodachi's standing in the middle of a town square. Behind her, the precious gardens, temples, and shops of Eternal Bliss are burning in a blazing inferno.]

[She's still in her wedding gown, a black rose bouquet clutched in her hands.]



[ooc; after the fire's put out, about half of Eternal Bliss (or "marriage island") will have been burnt to a crisp. No one will be hurt, but the island certainly won't as pretty as it once was. If you want someone to blame, blame Ranma.]

[That morning, Hikaru has suddenly lost his journal. It may or may not be under Antoine's makeshift bed. So when it disappeared, Tamaki was finally able to use his own journal to talk to everyone.

The Captain of the Antoinette sounds oh so cheerful, yet he's trying to whisper through the journals. It's obvious he can't contain his excitement.]

It's Hikaru's birthday 3 days from now. 9th of June!

Everyone who knows him should greet him. Oh wait, EVERYONE SHOULD GREET HIM! We'll be docked in Isla Empieza that day!

Now, for the essentials. I need a wig. Preferably short and properly styled. It should be auburn in colour!

I need contact lenses. For those of you who are too unfortunate to know what those are: contact lenses are glass things you place on your eyes to give them a different colour. I need lenses which can give my gorgeous violet eyes an amber shade.

I also need a corset.

Can someone help me?

[He's waited long enough (not that he was waiting, per se) that the handwriting on this entry is dark and sharply-angled, as if written by someone very annoyed indeed.]

If any of you finds someone who belongs on my crew and isn't on my ship, you have full rein to throw them into the ocean.

You know what I love? I love love stories! Ya know, the kind where two people fall in love and no matter what, no matter what stupid or horrible or nasty things happen, they know they'll always be there for one another, through it all, right to the end!~

Well, you'll never guess what I found? ...a love story! It was just kinda sitting around stuck to the deck of the Moon, so I picked it up to see what it was. Not a bounty poster, but a love story! It's so adorable, and amazing, and it also has me in it! Are you ready for it?

*There's a giggle before Selphie takes a small breath, calming herself and putting on her story reading voice*

It's called Sun and Moon.

Moon glanced away shyly as Sun came closer to her, not till he was touching but close enough that the creatures running a muck on their decks could cross from one to the other. He tended to get closer than was needed, from time to time. A small whistle. A happy chirp, a simple wink in her direction.

It was love. She couldn't think of any other ship out there that she would want to sail with for this long. Oh there had been others. Friends and what not. But none of them were as handsome nor as charming as Sun.

He nudged into her softly one day, a simple brush up to get her attention. It was barely a tap. She groaned at the movement and giggled.

You see - the ships are totally flirting! I knew it all along!

On deck the crews of creatures started to yell.

Someone hollered “Who let Marco drive!?”

Someone else called “I thought you were seasoned pirates!’

Someone still sighed lovingly, leaning over the railing to look down at the two of them.

That's me! That's me sighing lovingly! Tee hee!~

“Selphie, stop daydreaming and give me a hand.” Someone called to the girl, and she giggled, waved at the two ships, and bounced off. “I’m coming!”

Moon blushed, pulling slightly behind Sun, drifting near his wake but never too close, never too far. He was perfect in her eyes, in every way.

Isn't that the most adorable ship romance you have ever heard?

Please don't send me your compliments for the story - remember, it wasn't me that wrote it. And I'm not just saying that. If I'd written this, I'd totally tell everyone! But if you wanna say some nice stuff, then who knows, maybe the mystery romance writer will make themself known!

I hope you enjoyed that story, everyone!

Peace out!~

I HAVE A FRIEND! AN ACTUAL FRIEND!

[Denzel celebrates with a lot of maniacal laughter but hey he's happy. Even if he sounds batshit insane he's overjoyed.]


[Locked to Asami]

Speaking of which, your advice on how to cure nightmares did help... That and a hot bath.

So. Hold up, wait. What the heck is the date here? Do they go by the usual calendar? Because it was just April, right? That whole lame April Fools thing...that never happened, seriously, anyone mentions it and I'm gonna have to introduce my fist to their face—

[Ahem.]

...Anyway.

Is it May yet?

[The following writing is in black ink, not in cursive, and written pretty terribly. Very unlike Grell's signature red cursive.]

So, how often do you all bathe?

What do you think is better: a world where there's a place for everyone to perform the role they're good at or a world where everything is totally up in the air and anyone might be called on to do anything?

[It's a deeper philosophical question than she's actually aware of, she's mostly just put out about a few things that Celestia told her about wanting to be a follower instead of a leader.]

Please don't let Miss Tojiko or Miss Futo see or hear this, Miss Journal.

[Link started his entry attempting to block Tojiko and Futo from listening in. Hopefully neither of them would have reason to visit the Hey! Listen! while he was getting advice.]

I want to go to the Masque Ball Mister Dog talked about. The one Corsair Kingdom. I need to know what I have to do to go and what I have to wear. And what my date has to wear. It's really important so please, if you know, tell me. I'll trade you a favor if you want me to. Or find you something you need. I'm good at finding things.




( A couple private messages under the cut )