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Post by Hammett on Jul 20, 2020 18:47:03 GMT
[OCC: I'm good to go. Just waiting to see if I can start talking to Brennon via Trump]
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Post by Admin on Jul 23, 2020 5:07:55 GMT
Hammett sees the image of Brennon through the trump contact....
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Post by Hammett on Jul 23, 2020 17:12:28 GMT
"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 4:44:58 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 9:18:14 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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Post by Hammett on Jul 26, 2020 9:18:19 GMT
Brennon talks about how much he has up in the air right now, as they make their way to the ship.
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Post by Hammett on Jul 26, 2020 9:18:38 GMT
Hammett sighs in agreement, as they reach the ship, "Oh, I know the feeling well these days. I'd need three of me to accomplish half of what I need to do over the next little bit."
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Post by Admin on Jul 31, 2020 8:29:37 GMT
[OOC: Let's continue this on Brennon's thread for now.]
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