2010-05-09 23:49:24: The deck shakes with bass-heavy rumbles as The Once-Wiise Ashtu crashes down somewhere near the stern. He appears to be bleeding profusely!
2010-05-09 23:51:22: Zolotisty drowsily lifts her head from where she is sprawled on a rather large coil of rope. Her gaze sharpens; she rolls to her feet.
2010-05-09 23:51:37: Zolotisty patters closer to Ashtu.
2010-05-09 23:57:10: Zolotisty toes him experimentally. “. .What is a borgiozy.”
2010-05-10 00:02:42: The Once-Wiise Ashtu mumbles, “Huh?” in a witty (witless) manner.
2010-05-10 00:05:38: Zolotisty crouches to hook her hands under his arms and haul him several paces, closer to an out of the way bulkhead. She peers at him, then back at the dribbly blood on the deck. “Borgiozy. What is it.”
2010-05-10 00:06:27: Reaper Zel is brought to the Failboat by a cowled Joker. He pays his 25 requisition and steps aboard. Should have asked the destination first.
2010-05-10 00:07:38: The Once-Wiise Ashtu opens one eye. “You mean boor-zhwah-zee?”
2010-05-10 00:08:30: Zolotisty rounds her eyes. “Do I.”
2010-05-10 00:09:32: Reaper Zel perches nearby, waiting for an explanation of the booshwazzy.
2010-05-10 00:13:50: The Once-Wiise Ashtu opens the other eye. “It's French. Means upper middle class, sorta. The ones who really have most of the power and money.” He suddenly realizes who he's talking to and cringes.
2010-05-10 00:14:47: Reaper Zel peers at the Ashtu, not realizing whom he's speaking to.
2010-05-10 00:16:06: Zolotisty looks intensely amused. She starts to say something, then cuts herself off to chirrup, “You are full of blood and it is going everywhere.” She rummages through her pockets, nodding toward Zel.
2010-05-10 00:16:40: The Once-Wiise Ashtu says weakly, “You've been going through my files. Are you going to kill me now?”
2010-05-10 00:17:03: Reaper Zel returns the nod. He notices that the Ashtu is indeed leaking fluids. Rather nasty, really.
2010-05-10 00:17:56: Zolotisty brandishes bandages at him. Her eyes glint; it's hard to say whether she's playing at being offended or not when affront sweeps her face. “I am not that bad at medicking.”
2010-05-10 00:22:53: Reaper Zel believes he has a good grasp on how to fix italics now.
2010-05-10 00:23:16: The Once-Wiise Ashtu scoffs, “You know what I mean! You know that I've been plott. . . . .” He stops, suddenly confused.
2010-05-10 00:24:27: Reaper Zel raises a bony finger to non-existant lips in a shushing gesture. Certainly not the place to declare that.
2010-05-10 00:26:46: Zolotisty winks and unfastens the little metal clip that's keeping the bandages rolled. “You'll have to,” she sets it between her fangs, “see'm 'medig bag ob teb Islanb, ecause Ion have effing to clean ib.”
2010-05-10 00:28:24: Zolotisty neatly and deftly wraps the wound that's bleeding most aggressively. “Pleh.” Clink. “Infections are unpleasant.”
2010-05-10 00:30:31: The Once-Wiise Ashtu blinks, wide-eyed. “But - but I don't understand! You're helping me? I - I thought. . . . . . . . . . .”
2010-05-10 00:31:27: Reaper Zel addresses Ashtu, perhaps to distract him from the bloody business. It can't be pleasant. “You're a paranoid sort, so you might have noticed. Is there any sort of dentist about?”
2010-05-10 00:32:25: Zolotisty ties off the bandages. Then she seizes his hand, shaking it energetically. “Zolotisty! Z's fine. And you're Ashtu, but I reckon we've not properly met, so introductions suit.”
2010-05-10 00:32:57: Zolotisty straightens, peering toward Zel. She gazes steadily for several moments. . .Huh. That is curious.
2010-05-10 00:38:11: The Once-Wiise Ashtu looks even more confused “Uh - I mean - pleesedtomeetcha - but - I know who you are - uh - well - I thought I did, anyway. . . . . . .” He stops again, obviously not understanding.
2010-05-10 00:38:52: Lord Azhron saunters up from the Pits and settles down against the rail to watch events unfold, having heard something about Ashtu's plans while up in Acehigh.
2010-05-10 00:44:56: Zolotisty hums to herself, fussing through her pockets. She flicks the little metal clip with her toe-claw and watches it skitter through a grate in the deck. Maybe. . no, other pocket? Other pocket.
2010-05-10 00:45:22: Reaper Zel continues considering Ashtu. Seems rather unstable. Blow to the head?
2010-05-10 00:46:20: Zolotisty extracts a strip of jerky from her waistcoat. Wasn't looking for that, but it'll suit. She stuffs it into one cheek, sucking on it, and resumes searching. Her gaze wanders curiously.
2010-05-10 00:46:23: The Once-Wiise Ashtu takes a deep breath “But aren't you. . . .” He leans in closer. “in league with. . .” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “her?”
2010-05-10 00:47:49: Zolotisty replies, “Goobd! Ow're oo?” She pauses, then adds judiciously, “Oo're oo.” Doesn't recognize him. Hell, she doesn't recognize half the others, either.
2010-05-10 00:48:21: Zolotisty's attention snaps to Ashtu. “What.”
2010-05-10 00:50:48: The Once-Wiise Ashtu feels like he's stepped on a step that wasn't there. A really tall one.
2010-05-10 00:52:45: The Once-Wiise Ashtu closes his eyes again. Almost newday. Maybe after he's back on the Island everything will be clearer. . . . . . . .
2010-05-10 00:52:50: Zolotisty's expression rapidly cycles from disbelief to scandal to hilarity. She scissors the jerky into a few too-big bites, manages to get it down without choking, and laughs.
2010-05-10 00:55:12: Zolotisty weaves nearer to the stern to lean over the railing for support, still laughing.
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