So um hey c:. For this roleplay I'm going to use my own pirate, who I'm very proud of. You can use your pirate if you wish or you can make on up ^_^. Let me start it off..

It was an unusually cold day in Skull Island and there wasn't very many pirates around. The ones that stuck around the island were all pretty much more experienced, with their fancier clothes, pets and companions. One in particular, a new pirate would assume she is from Mooshu with her exquisite black, blue and gold silk clothing and leather boots with gold designs of sky dragons. She walks into the Kraken Skulls Tavern, not pulling down the black mask that was attached to the blue and gold hood she wore. One of her trusty Musketeer companions, Bonnie Anne, came in after her. Bonnie placed her coat and hat on a hook and sat down next to her captain.

"Quiet day, isn't it?" A bartender said to the few pirates within the tavern. The only noise to be heard was the sipping of Yum and the clanking of the glass mugs being set on the tables.

[Sorry if it's bad start, hope you guys like this ^_^]

Emma brushed back her short strands of dirty blonde hair as she finished off another crème brûlée. "Ah, so Lizzy, tell me. How are you doing? Besides being in the spirit of Grizzleheim-" she gestured to the beautiful ensemble Lizzy wore. "-and missing your crew, how have you been? Here, take a banana and chocolate crème brûlée- fresh and heated instead of directly cold." The blonde grinned and adjusted her own Marleybonian winter apparel.

(Hey, who am I to turn down Roleplays?)

Highlander Fox of ... on Sep 8, 2013 wrote:

Emma brushed back her short strands of dirty blonde hair as she finished off another crème brûlée. "Ah, so Lizzy, tell me. How are you doing? Besides being in the spirit of Grizzleheim-" she gestured to the beautiful ensemble Lizzy wore. "-and missing your crew, how have you been? Here, take a banana and chocolate crème brûlée- fresh and heated instead of directly cold." The blonde grinned and adjusted her own Marleybonian winter apparel.

(Hey, who am I to turn down Roleplays?)

Lizzy smiled at her friend and graciously accepted the wonderfully warm and delicious food. She shrugged. "I've been doing fairly well lately, but I do miss the spirit of adventure." Lizzy's eyes sparkled as she remembered a little incident with a white fox and poisonous tea leaves, but said nothing about it and took a bite of the delicious delicacy. "It would be fun to have another adventure sometime, but for now I appreciate the break." Lizzy half smiled and physically relaxed, for once in her life her shoulders were in the regular place that most peoples' shoulders were. Her eyes were half-lidded, mostly because she was practically drooling over the crème brûlée. After a few moments of mind-scanning her memory and enjoying the adventures once again while still tasting the wonderful food, she spoke once more. "And what about you, Em? How has life been working out for you as a Spiral-Class chef?"

And then she caught sight of a self-centered witchdoctor who thought himself to be so important as to harass Emma into giving him what he wanted more quickly. "Excuse me," she began, noticing the extreme amount of yum that he had ordered for himself alone, "But please do not treat my friend like that. Not all of life revolves around you, so you can afford getting your yum a few milliseconds later than you would wish, like the rest of us." Lizzy casted Emma and apologetic glance, the look in her face saying 'Some people just don't know how to be nice.'

Skyway Renegades on Sep 8, 2013 wrote:

(It's all good ^_^. And I haven't played Wizard101 in years because I'm not a member and my dad won't pay the $10 a month for another thing :P.)

"Looks a bit odd doesn't it captain?" Bonnie Anne whispered to her captain. She nodded as someone else walked in, Evan Landon, Andrea's brother. He was much more well known around Skull Island then his sister and much more feared since he was almost as good as Madame Vadima with the art of HooDoo and can do as he pleases with his power.

"Three glasses of Yum." He said, more of a demand, to the bartender and throwing ten gold pieces on the counter. The bartender worked faster than normal to avoid a conflict with Evan.

"Lay off the poor bartender, brother. Or I'll tell Blaze." Andrea said, referring to their eldest brother who was off somewhere in MooShu.

Emma rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin where her hands were, and watched with a raised eyebrow and a slight unimpressed look as some arrogant boy entered the room. The blonde Musketeer rolled her eyes and left the three bottles of yum on the table, not overly caring much about his arrogance. Besides, she had baking to do. If this guy tried bossing her around like that, she'd be sure to slap him a good round of times. That was a small percentage of her southern nature speaking up- in Santo Pollo, she'd have shot a round of electricity with her pistols at him. She wasn't the type to let people boss her around. She glanced inside the oven, where a chocolate cake was finishing off baking, and it looked really good, actually. To pass the time, she turned over to the refrigerator and picked up one of the specially customized bowls she used for crème brûlées- the crisp and crunchy layer concealing the rich chocolate cream resting beneath it. She turned to grab a bunch of bananas, and with the reflex of a swashbuckler, grabbed a knife from the holder and in seconds had a perfect row of banana slices.

The blonde grinned and placed them neatly and overlapping each other barely at the corners and grabbed the 'torch' as she called it and fired it up... Literally. She sprinkled an equal amount of sugar over the banana coat and used the torch to caramelize the fruit slivers. She smiled as the brownish, crisp coat layered over the circular shape of the banana slices, and she placed it to the side.

"I love bakin'," the southerner smiled her sweet smile as she spoke in her normal southern drawl. "Lizzy, when ya finish up that crème brûlée let me know and I can give ya another one!" She called to the swashbuckler before picking up the coffee she'd been brewing earlier. She loved her job at the tavern. She walked back into the outer room from the kitchen and headed over to Lizzy, and briefly poured some coffee into a mug. "Ya look tired, and I know ya aren't a tea person... Coffee?" She offered with a smile on her face.

"An' I'm doin' just fine, thank ya for asking! Little cold, but you know." The blondes smile grew wider when Charlotte entered. "One hot chocolate comin' right up. And I'm lovin' this job!"

She adjusted one of the ribbons at the back of her violet coat, and she shivered a bit. Marleybonian clothes, even winter ones, weren't very warming. She sighed.

"All I'd need would be fifteen minutes and I could go next door and get warmer clothes..."

Evan rolled his eyes and carefully grabbed the glasses of Yum, handing one to his sister and one to Bonnie Anne. He set his down on the table and quickly excused himself to use the restroom.

"Ignore him, he likes to be pretty cocky when our older brother is away. He doesn't mean to be like that at all." Andrea said to the few people in the Tavern. Evan came back and sat out. Just as he was about to take a sip of Yum, there was a loud crash outside followed by what sounded like swords clanging together, which caused him to drop the glass as he jumped slightly in his seat.

Just Add Bacon on Sep 10, 2013 wrote:

OOC: I have truly tried to make myself like tea, but I just couldn't do it. I feel bad because, to be honest, I gagged the last time I tried to have tea (which was fairly recently, and I only tasted it with you in mind). I like coffee a little more, and hopefully I will actually like it when I'm an adult, but for now both coffee and tea would make me leave the room. Thank goodness my character is different. And Anne, have you ever gone on Dictionary.com? They've got a blog sort of thing that changes every week, talking about the history of different words (one of the large ways that I learn about language) and I think you might like to check it out -- this week it's about different terms for fashions gone extinct, from the 1700's-early 1900's. I've got a sneaking suspicion you might want to check out this article...
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Lizzy sheepishly smiled at Emma. "Is it that obvious?" Before Lizzy could continue, out of the corner of her eye she saw an old friend of hers stride into the tavern. "Charlotte!" She smiled, leaping up and hugging her friend. Lizzy blushed under Charlotte's critical eye, noticing that her friend looked healthier too. "I see we are both doing well." She said with a smile. At Charlotte's suggestion of hot chocolate, Lizzy instantly wanted it too.

[OOC: Now, Hot Chocolate, I do like. ]

"You know, I think I would like hot chocolate too." Lizzy took another bite of the delicious dessert as she sat back down, her eyes rolling in the back of her head for a moment, but as soon as she heard the mere mention of a book Lizzy jumped into full attention and leaped onto the book that Charlotte offered her. "Oh, thank you!" Lizzy breathed, examining the fine details put into the Aquilan manuscript. She instantly opened it and grinned at the wonderful text, loving the simpleness of the old language. "Thank you!" Lizzy's huge smile grew even further and she gave Charlotte a tight squeeze. "You rock!"

[OOC: thanks for the tip, Elizabeth, I'm going to check that out now often. Though I had to roll my eyes when they mentioned the bustle as a 19th C. fashion fad, and showed an 18th C. illustration. And I've seen people wear panniers, pretty cool looking really, but I can't myself as I actually have to work in my 18th C. clothes. But I have made panniers for dolls! I am mulling over an idea for a story where Anne gets to wear high style 18th C. clothes (panniers, sleeve ruffles, ribbons galore, the lot) on an undercover mission during a Marleybonean ball...]

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Charlotte looked pleased at Lizzy's delight in the book, and hugged her back affectionately. "The book is by one of the great poets of Aquila, Ovid, and I got the copy from him personally. Although, when he saw that I was not yet technically an adult, he insisted on giving me the 'junior' edition," Charlotte added with a laugh. "I'm not sure why. But this is full of wonderful stories, stories of love, of laughter, of justice, of cruelty and cannibalism -- all sorts of tales, eloquently told. I know you will love it."

Then Charlotte was distracted, sniffing interestedly at the crème brulee in front of Lizzy. "One of your sumptuous creations, Emma? It smells absolutely divine. Got any more?" Looking over to Emma, she noticed the other girl was shivering. "Goodness, Emma, I forget sometimes that you are a southern girl all the way through," Charlotte commented, arising and unfastening her mantle. She handed it over to the slightly blue Emma. "Here, wear this until you can get some warmer clothes on."

She sat back down again, taking a sip of her steaming drink. "Ah, this chocolate is delicious." But Charlotte had hardly the chance to take another sip, before she too heard the sounds of conflict outside the inn. She frowned, and froze momentarily, listening. Avery sanctioned controlled brawling, so any fights that broke out were usually simply directed to the brawling halls; and if the combatants did not take heed, well, they usually got to spend the night in the local jail cells to mull things over. Was the commotion outside one of the usual minor ones, or did it herald something more serious?

Anne Radcliffe on Sep 11, 2013 wrote:

[OOC: thanks for the tip, Elizabeth, I'm going to check that out now often. Though I had to roll my eyes when they mentioned the bustle as a 19th C. fashion fad, and showed an 18th C. illustration. And I've seen people wear panniers, pretty cool looking really, but I can't myself as I actually have to work in my 18th C. clothes. But I have made panniers for dolls! I am mulling over an idea for a story where Anne gets to wear high style 18th C. clothes (panniers, sleeve ruffles, ribbons galore, the lot) on an undercover mission during a Marleybonean ball...]

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Charlotte looked pleased at Lizzy's delight in the book, and hugged her back affectionately. "The book is by one of the great poets of Aquila, Ovid, and I got the copy from him personally. Although, when he saw that I was not yet technically an adult, he insisted on giving me the 'junior' edition," Charlotte added with a laugh. "I'm not sure why. But this is full of wonderful stories, stories of love, of laughter, of justice, of cruelty and cannibalism -- all sorts of tales, eloquently told. I know you will love it."

Then Charlotte was distracted, sniffing interestedly at the crème brulee in front of Lizzy. "One of your sumptuous creations, Emma? It smells absolutely divine. Got any more?" Looking over to Emma, she noticed the other girl was shivering. "Goodness, Emma, I forget sometimes that you are a southern girl all the way through," Charlotte commented, arising and unfastening her mantle. She handed it over to the slightly blue Emma. "Here, wear this until you can get some warmer clothes on."

She sat back down again, taking a sip of her steaming drink. "Ah, this chocolate is delicious." But Charlotte had hardly the chance to take another sip, before she too heard the sounds of conflict outside the inn. She frowned, and froze momentarily, listening. Avery sanctioned controlled brawling, so any fights that broke out were usually simply directed to the brawling halls; and if the combatants did not take heed, well, they usually got to spend the night in the local jail cells to mull things over. Was the commotion outside one of the usual minor ones, or did it herald something more serious?

OOC: Please please please please please tell me you're going to turn that into a roleplay! My friend and I are this very second, as I type, fighting the Metal Guardian in Mooshu before we go to Marleybone, and by the time the next message boards update and you've made a roleplay about it, we're bound to be in Marleybone. Maybe a masquerade ball will help disguise Anne?

Anne Radcliffe on Sep 11, 2013 wrote:

[OOC: thanks for the tip, Elizabeth, I'm going to check that out now often. Though I had to roll my eyes when they mentioned the bustle as a 19th C. fashion fad, and showed an 18th C. illustration. And I've seen people wear panniers, pretty cool looking really, but I can't myself as I actually have to work in my 18th C. clothes. But I have made panniers for dolls! I am mulling over an idea for a story where Anne gets to wear high style 18th C. clothes (panniers, sleeve ruffles, ribbons galore, the lot) on an undercover mission during a Marleybonean ball...]

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Charlotte looked pleased at Lizzy's delight in the book, and hugged her back affectionately. "The book is by one of the great poets of Aquila, Ovid, and I got the copy from him personally. Although, when he saw that I was not yet technically an adult, he insisted on giving me the 'junior' edition," Charlotte added with a laugh. "I'm not sure why. But this is full of wonderful stories, stories of love, of laughter, of justice, of cruelty and cannibalism -- all sorts of tales, eloquently told. I know you will love it."

Then Charlotte was distracted, sniffing interestedly at the crème brulee in front of Lizzy. "One of your sumptuous creations, Emma? It smells absolutely divine. Got any more?" Looking over to Emma, she noticed the other girl was shivering. "Goodness, Emma, I forget sometimes that you are a southern girl all the way through," Charlotte commented, arising and unfastening her mantle. She handed it over to the slightly blue Emma. "Here, wear this until you can get some warmer clothes on."

She sat back down again, taking a sip of her steaming drink. "Ah, this chocolate is delicious." But Charlotte had hardly the chance to take another sip, before she too heard the sounds of conflict outside the inn. She frowned, and froze momentarily, listening. Avery sanctioned controlled brawling, so any fights that broke out were usually simply directed to the brawling halls; and if the combatants did not take heed, well, they usually got to spend the night in the local jail cells to mull things over. Was the commotion outside one of the usual minor ones, or did it herald something more serious?

The blonde's ears perked up at the sound of steel clanking against steel, the traditional noise of a pirate conflict in the marketplace. Shrugging it off, she decided to just go ahead and continue on her job- if she still wanted the gold! She smiled as Charlotte handed her the mantle.

"Thank ya Charlotte- sometimes I doubt I'm even cut out for cold weather like this." She laughed before turning back and grabbing another crème brûlée dish, the crispy chocolate shell having a cluster of bananas resting atop it. Emma grabbed the torch again, as well as some sugar, and coated the top with the particles of ivory sweetness. She cautiously covered the banana blanket with a coat of crystal-like sugar, and then placed the Polarian dessert in front of Charlotte, but briefly adding a swirl of chocolate. "It comes as a surprise that I spent two years in Grizzleheim."

Highlander Fox of ... on Sep 12, 2013 wrote:

The blonde's ears perked up at the sound of steel clanking against steel, the traditional noise of a pirate conflict in the marketplace. Shrugging it off, she decided to just go ahead and continue on her job- if she still wanted the gold! She smiled as Charlotte handed her the mantle.

"Thank ya Charlotte- sometimes I doubt I'm even cut out for cold weather like this." She laughed before turning back and grabbing another crème brûlée dish, the crispy chocolate shell having a cluster of bananas resting atop it. Emma grabbed the torch again, as well as some sugar, and coated the top with the particles of ivory sweetness. She cautiously covered the banana blanket with a coat of crystal-like sugar, and then placed the Polarian dessert in front of Charlotte, but briefly adding a swirl of chocolate. "It comes as a surprise that I spent two years in Grizzleheim."

Once more the tavern door was opened and in walked Scarlet, still wearing her usual light leather greatcoat.

"Of course I'd find all of you here, hiding inside a tavern on such a wonderful day." Scarlet said as she sat down next to Charlotte.

"It's so brisk and refreshing outside, it's nice to see that the weather is finally getting sensible around here. It's almost as nice as a summer's day back in Polaris. It puts me in mind for a game of shinny!" Scarlet exclaimed, "But, I'd never say no to a hot chocolate, Emma."

(OOC: shinny is an outdoor version of hockey, played on frozen ponds, creeks, or rivers).

Just Add Bacon on Sep 11, 2013 wrote:

OOC: Please please please please please tell me you're going to turn that into a roleplay! My friend and I are this very second, as I type, fighting the Metal Guardian in Mooshu before we go to Marleybone, and by the time the next message boards update and you've made a roleplay about it, we're bound to be in Marleybone. Maybe a masquerade ball will help disguise Anne?

OOC: Oh gosh, that would be so amazing! Anne, if you do write that story, I will read it for certain! And if you were to turn it into a Roleplay, I'd join it! Most likely with Emma and Sonata... I can imagine Emma in one of those 18th century dresses.... She'd look awesome!

CdeWinter on Sep 12, 2013 wrote:

Once more the tavern door was opened and in walked Scarlet, still wearing her usual light leather greatcoat.

"Of course I'd find all of you here, hiding inside a tavern on such a wonderful day." Scarlet said as she sat down next to Charlotte.

"It's so brisk and refreshing outside, it's nice to see that the weather is finally getting sensible around here. It's almost as nice as a summer's day back in Polaris. It puts me in mind for a game of shinny!" Scarlet exclaimed, "But, I'd never say no to a hot chocolate, Emma."

(OOC: shinny is an outdoor version of hockey, played on frozen ponds, creeks, or rivers).

Charlotte grinned. "I'd love a game of shinny myself, but freezing temperatures would be very hard on the tropical flora of Skull Island, don't you think? Come, have a seat and taste some of this delicious confection Emma made. Then we can go out and enjoy the beautiful day, perfect for us northern girls, yes? We miss our chilly homelands -- puts me in mind of The North country Lass. "

Charlotte paused briefly, and began to sing the chorus of the lilting, slightly melancholy song in her lovely warm voice: "O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie ivy tree/ They flourish at home in my own country."

"You can take the lass out of Grizzleheim -- or Polaris, any north country -- but you can't take the north country out of the lass," Charlotte finished lightly, smiling towards Elizabeth with light-hearted confirmation. As she did so, she noticed two things: one, the boy and girl who had been here moments earlier had vanished. Second, Elizabeth looked drawn and lost, her face white and blank. Charlotte touched Elizabeth's shoulder gently. "Elizabeth? What's wrong?"

Calamity Finch on Sep 14, 2013 wrote:

A loud voice outside yelled, "Look out, rogue Aztecasaur!" followed by a loud thump. The door burst open and a girl in a raggedy Skull Island dress came sommersalting backwards into the room. She hit the server's legs, sending a platter of chocolate cake flying through the air towards an angry looking witchdoctor. Just before it hit him, the witchdoctor's face went blank and he vanished.

Emma clapped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to prevent herself from breaking out in laughter. It was a bit rude of her, and she was a little miffed at the wasted chocolate cake, but still... Don't see that everyday!

Just Add Bacon on Sep 15, 2013 wrote:

"Good grief!" Lizzy cried, leaping up again with her weapons in hand. "We can't get a single morning of peace, can we? I swear, whenever this group of friends are together, we get attacked. Whether it's samurai, clockworks, wharf rats, or now Aztecasaurs!"

"I think she said just one Aztecasaur, Lizzy," Charlotte murmured practically, as she helped the Skull Island street urchin get to her feet, eyeing the lass to make sure she was unhurt. "Pity about the cake, though." Still, she was glad to see that now Elizabeth looked lively and alert instead of morose and withdrawn.

"Though it is odd that one should be above ground, in daylight. I thought the Aztecasaurs were limited to their tombs. Shall we go see what the problem is?" Charlotte finished calmly.