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Post by Brennon on Jun 26, 2020 19:59:18 GMT
"I would prefer.. assurances. She'll be fine as long as she doesn't leave the ship, but I don't know that she's appreciative of the danger. I'd pass her to you now, but she's aboard, and Celessia's still keeping the spell wards up, so no trump there. Again, I could call you back, but she'd have to leave the ship to get to you, unless you come to her. A tricky situation."
Brennon won't insist that Hammett leave his home, but he clearly feels that he has too many lines in the water to deal with multiple bites.
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Post by Hammett on Jul 2, 2020 18:50:08 GMT
Hammett nods, "Well I can't come through right this second. I'll need an hour or so to get some stuff settled on this side. With the wards up on the Celessia I won't be able to trump you, so maybe trump me back in an hour or so and I'll be able to come through then. Sound good?"
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Post by Brennon on Jul 2, 2020 19:36:01 GMT
Brennon nods, a little bit of tension easing in his shoulders. "I'm not due back aboard for a few hours yet. If that's not long enough, I'll try again before sunset. Time can do funny things between shadows." he nods, and lets the connection fade.
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Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2020 4:41:11 GMT
Anything planned for before Hammett calls back?
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Post by Brennon on Jul 8, 2020 19:10:21 GMT
Just ship stuff, unless he gets interrupted. Brennon is planning to weigh anchor at the tide after he unloads the conductor, so there's plenty to do and check.
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Post by Hammett on Jul 8, 2020 22:01:51 GMT
((OCC: I'm waiting for Brennon to trump me, as he said he would try to when he was off ship and able to)
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Post by Brennon on Jul 9, 2020 19:37:40 GMT
With an actual destination now in mind, Brennon collects a few more small cargoes of luxury (and slightly illicit) items that have high value where he's headed, makes a last stop at the harbormaster's to file his sailing plans ("towards Amber") and pay his last docking dues. The docks are busy and he doesn't try to obtain any 'special attention, so the whole process takes the couple of hours planned, instead of just the one Hammett needed. He then heads to the end of the quay, where he has a view of Celessia in the distance, to trump Hammett back, slipping around the corner of an unoccupied warehouse to make the call. Popping people into existence in the middle of a busy road usually falls under 'disturbing the peace'.
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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2020 4:11:00 GMT
Brennon uses the card and now just has to wait for Hammett to pick up the call...
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Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2020 6:20:26 GMT
While waiting for Hammett to respond one of the crew sent into the city as a messenger notices Brennon in the alley. She hangs back not wanting to interrupt when the boss might be doing but seeing that he is alone she come to report that he prisoner has begun to speak lucidly again and requests Brennon's attendance.
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Post by Brennon on Jul 20, 2020 13:47:23 GMT
[Yeah, I have a response ready, just not time to post yet.]
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Post by Admin on Jul 23, 2020 5:07:17 GMT
Brennon contacts Hammett...
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Post by Brennon on Jul 23, 2020 14:16:36 GMT
[Apparently my second quick post got eaten by the Aether..]
"Make a note of everything he says, and let him know I'll be there as soon as may be." Brennon goes back to contacting Hammett.
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Post by Hammett on Jul 23, 2020 17:13:16 GMT
Hammett makes the connection.
"Captain, I'm ready to come through." He reaches out with his hand to make the transfer.
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Post by Brennon on Jul 25, 2020 4:44:01 GMT
"Hammett! Good. I've just had news someone was asking for me aboard." Brennon reaches a hand to pull Hammett through and into the alley by the unattended warehouse.
Assuming nothing goes awry, Hammett will be in a bustling, almost sub-tropical coastal environment. The wharves are busy, even this far down the dock, and Capt. Brennon gestures for them to move quickly into traffic and down the long boardwalk to what is probably one of the farthest docks, knowing how Brennon likes to keep his ship private. Hammett's facial modifications go mostly unnoticed, or at least seem not to be worth comment in this place, where the law appears to be strictly observed regarding personal and public safety, though lax in terms of cargoes and customs officials. It may be odd to see a place with streets of dockside taverns, but no brawling or jostling. Hanging prominently from a rope next to the Shipmaster's Office are a number of coloured rags and hats, innocent enough until recognized for what they are- ship's crew tokens, the sort of identifier that a sailor doesn't part with while part of a crew, and that a ship will take back if he is turned ashore. Hanging them from the office, in plain sight of any shipmaster with official business, declares shame on the ship and the death of the sailor.
Brennon ignores them as they walk past, as studiously as anyone in official or unofficial officer's dress.
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Post by Hammett on Jul 25, 2020 9:18:49 GMT
Hammett keeps up with Brennon's quick pace, keeping an eye on everything going on around them, while attempting to not look like he is doing that. "Is everything alright?"
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