1st Treasure - [Voice]

[ps3pirate]

[Patty isn't a stranger to waking up in peculiar places. In fact, she's awoken in places far stranger than this. The first thing she noticed was the nostalgic, salty smell of the sea. Then, the crash of waves that were rocking her little 'boat' back and forth. It was really quite calming. However, all dreams must come to an end and it wasn't long before she regained consciousness entirely to realize that she was in a bit of a pickle.

She was in a washtub. In the middle of an ocean. Wearing a plain white dress. ... Well, it could always be worse. Not quite noticing the book beside her just yet, she begins to speak.]

Oooh, my head... I know that when it's time to abandon ship and you're out of lifeboats, you should float along in a powder keg, but I've never heard of washtub boats before.

Ah, looks like I'm caught up the creek without a paddle. [Silence, then a little crackle in the microphone.] ...This book will do, ya know!

[What follows is a very loud splash, as Patty dunks the journal into the water to try and paddle her way to shore. This... may take a while.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

At least they didn't put you directly into the water, they've been known to do that. And you know; I've heard that about kegs too, but I've never actually met someone who's done that before. [Or well, he has... but he doesn't know it.]

You want some help matey?

[ps3pirate]

[Well, she was just trying to paddle her way to shore with her hands, but when she gets another reply on her journal doohickey, she pauses to peer down at it.]

Your offer is kind, oh book person, but in vain. I, the great Patty Fleur, will make my way to the beach the old-fashioned way! The waves are my friends and the wind is my guide!

[fierybluebird]

Fleur you say?

Be that as it may Miss Patty, a bathtub is hardly going to catch the wind or sea currents. Though your determination independence is admirable, taking a proffered hand is hardly a sign of weakness, just cunning.

[ps3pirate]

Cunning, huh? All right then, sir book person! Who am I to refuse someone the chance to be a knight in shining armor?

[fierybluebird]

Eh... just don't call me that ever again.

The name's Marco. And it's not an offer I give to everyone, but most people around here are pretty good about helping out New Feathers and I'm already keeping an eye out for my family, so it's hardly a bother.

If you spot a fiery blue bird, see if you can wave him down, that'll be me.

[ps3pirate]

[A fiery blue bird? ... Maybe this man rides a fiery blue bird, like how Duke rode around on an Entelexeia! Yup, that'll be it.]

Aye aye! I'll be waiting, sir Marco!

[fierybluebird]

[A small laugh.] Just Marco's fine, Miss.

So where are you from originally anyway?

[ps3pirate]

I'm from Capua Torim! [Oh, wait, other world. Right.] It's a port city on Terca Lumireis, ya know.

[fierybluebird]

Terca Lumireis you say? Admittedly I have no idea where that is either. What was it like?

[He's mostly buying himself time to fly out there, but there is at least some curiosity nonetheless.]

[ps3pirate]

It's, uh... It's all right? [What is she supposed to compare her world too? She's never been to any place that wasn't on Terca Lumireis, before.]

Very big, lots of ocean... Some arrogant jerk put us all in danger by releasing the Adephagos onto the world, but my friends and me have a plan to fix everything!

[fierybluebird]

Adephagos? What's that?

My world's mostly ocean too. I can never really imagine the worlds that don't have any ocean though, eh. Too strange.

[ps3pirate]

The Adephagos is... It's a calimity, really. It's big, it's bad and it will make all life go 'poof' if we don't stop it.

... There's worlds out there that don't have oceans?

[fierybluebird]

That's troublesome. Good thing you've got a plan, eh.

Aye, believe it or not. Desert worlds.... too weird.

[ps3pirate]

Worlds with nothing but desert? That sound so... [What's the word she's looking for, here...?] ... Boring.

[fierybluebird]

From the sound of it, they have sandworms that are like seakings, but it still sounds weird. I've always been around ships and storms though so I can't imagine it. Even in books it just seems strange.

[ps3pirate]

It does sound strange! I'd hate to end up in a place like that. A beach isn't a beach until you can see the shoreline.

[fierybluebird]

Tell me about it. I don't even like living where I can't instantly smell the salt of the ocean. Besides, it makes the air pressure all weird.

[ps3pirate]

The air pressure, huh? [If you say so, man. Patty wouldn't know about that sort of stuff.]

So how long have you been here?

[fierybluebird]

Aye. It has to do with sea level and the mountains. The lake is pretty nice though. Though, even the word "lake" took some getting used to. Lake... it's a weird word.

[Or a weird guy. Yeah.]

A little over a year actually.

[ps3pirate]

A year, huh? [It sounds like a long time, but Raven said he's been here for two years already, so... ]

Did you get used to this? This whole... being trapped inside a barrier like a fish in a barrel thing?

[fierybluebird]

My brother is here, so I actually don't mind it too much. More space to fly and for him to sail would be nice, but this already a gift we don't have in our world.

It's hard for me to hate being given a vacation and extra time to spend with him rather than the war I'd have to deal with back home.

[ps3pirate]

A war... Aye, I can see why this place is easier on the nerves, then!

[fierybluebird]

Aye. Hopefully you come from a much nicer situation?

[ps3pirate]

That's, uh... Well, it's gonna be nicer. Just as soon as my friends and me fix our little situation, ya know. It'll be smooth sailing from then on!

[fierybluebird]

Right. Hopefully that plan goes smoothly, eh?

Okay I think I spot you now. [Circles a few time to spiral downwards slowly and then perches carefully on the edge of the tub, before switching over to a hybrid form with talons, and one wing in case he needs to take off in a hurry, but otherwise human. The other hand he offers as a handshake to Patty.]

Miss Fleur.