Sounsyy wasn't entirely sure how to respond to Ryanti's comment that she looked better without dark circles so she took another bite of food and listened instead to him speak of the dream. Theirs were different? A mild sense of dread filled the Captain at the thought - why was she different? She chewed the food well past when it was ready for swallowing. She noticed and swallowed the cud down. She had a rather blank look as she contemplated just what to tell them.
"There were mo-"
It was at that moment that Eighty-five let out her outburst. Sounsyy, along with a few others in the room, turned to look at the Miqo'te. Then the unthinkable. The Miqo'te got up and marched right over to the Captain and grabbed her hair tie. There was a stillness about the room, as if no one wanted to breath for fear it might trigger a nearby bomb to detonate. Sounsyy looked wide-eyed at the girl's first approach, then she passed a piercing look over her shoulder. Yet that didn't seem to phase Eighty-five and, against all expectations, the Captain allowed her to proceed. She returned to her plate and held it in one hand, close to her chest, so she didn't have to move her head much to eat.
Everyone was still staring in awe at the proceedings. Pamido Wolmido turned his gaze from Captain to Eighty-five and back again several times before finally clearing his throat. "Ahem, lass has brass. Fhruhsunn woulda like to 'ave fainted."
Sounsyy made a small hmm-ing noise after she had swallowed her food and washed it down with a bit of grog. "Still don't mean I won't keelhaul her if it look like shite," Sounsyy said flatly in reply to the Lalafell, who laughed. Susuroon still had his mouth slightly agape. His currencies trembled slightly at the thought of his favorite of the new crew members being drug under the bottom of the boat.
One of the crew still sitting in the Mess, a Midlander woman named Sloane, edged out of her seat and quietly made her exit up the steps. Returning but a few minutes later with several other crew members who all were trying to duck their heads down the stairs to get a good look at the proceedings. The more Eighty-five fussed, the more difficult it became to control their laughter. Pamido Wolmido was trying hard to maintain a straight face, especially as he was within arm's reach of the Captain. Eventually he found the urge too overpowering and he began to snicker aloud.
"Y'think after she done wit yeh Cap'n she could do meh hair up all pretty?" He said, but Sounsyy passed him a sidelong glare. "Afore she gets her beatin' that is!"
Raucous laughter emanated from the direction of the stairs. She was gonna shake her head, but Eighty-five had a firm hold of her hair, preventing such exaggerated motions. Eighty-five kept on, chastising the Captain for her lack of fashion sense. Sounsyy snorted some, "I learned, just weren't ever very good at it. Never found the need fer it." This, of course, wasn't the full truth, but it was close enough.
Sounsyy waited out the entire procedure, despite the show of it all. It was true that the Roehmerl's crew had never seen their Captain fancy up her hair or attire. It was always kept short or held up in a sloppy ponytail. To see her submitting to this kind of attention was quite foreign to them. Though perhaps it was because none of them had ever tried anything so brazen.
When it was finished, she heard the clapping and cheers from the gathering crew. She sent them a cross look and barked, "I'm sure I can find tasks suitable fer the lot of yeh!" This resulted in a few snickering Aye Captain!'s before most dispersed back the way they had come. Sounsyy turned back to Eighty-five and regarded her reflection in the plate.
"Ain't bad," she said finally, "Pamido Wolmido grows out his beard a bit more, could probably braid that too."
"I think it'd cut quite the impressive figure, mehself," the Lalafell retorted. Sounsyy wasn't sure if he was referring to a braided beard or her own hair. She shrugged and finished off her morning grog. "Pamido Wolmido, go make sure the crew's doin' what needs doin' if yeh will?" The Lalafell laughed and dropped off his stool and made his way across the Mess, bellowing a most cheery tune for the entire ship to hear.
"Cap'n needs things doin', so's her pretty hairs don't come undone!
Yeh should all get a head-start runnin', afore she comes an' ruins our fun!"
Sounsyy leapt off the barstool and started hopping on her right leg after the singing Lalafell. She managed to pull off her left boot and chuck it at him, but the man had disappeared up the stairs when he saw the boot come sailing towards him. Now it was just the six of them left in the room - Sounsyy, Susuroon, and the Sharlayan crew. Sounsyy made to go retrieve her boot while Susuroon clapped both his tiny paws over his mouth to keep himself from laughing.
"Susuroon thinks Miss Eighty-five made Captain look prettiest of pretties. Spare poor Susuroon Captain's other boot!"
Sounsyy snorted by the stairs, as she pulled her boot back on. "Twelve-damned thing's too hard to get on n' off," she muttered.
"There were mo-"
It was at that moment that Eighty-five let out her outburst. Sounsyy, along with a few others in the room, turned to look at the Miqo'te. Then the unthinkable. The Miqo'te got up and marched right over to the Captain and grabbed her hair tie. There was a stillness about the room, as if no one wanted to breath for fear it might trigger a nearby bomb to detonate. Sounsyy looked wide-eyed at the girl's first approach, then she passed a piercing look over her shoulder. Yet that didn't seem to phase Eighty-five and, against all expectations, the Captain allowed her to proceed. She returned to her plate and held it in one hand, close to her chest, so she didn't have to move her head much to eat.
Everyone was still staring in awe at the proceedings. Pamido Wolmido turned his gaze from Captain to Eighty-five and back again several times before finally clearing his throat. "Ahem, lass has brass. Fhruhsunn woulda like to 'ave fainted."
Sounsyy made a small hmm-ing noise after she had swallowed her food and washed it down with a bit of grog. "Still don't mean I won't keelhaul her if it look like shite," Sounsyy said flatly in reply to the Lalafell, who laughed. Susuroon still had his mouth slightly agape. His currencies trembled slightly at the thought of his favorite of the new crew members being drug under the bottom of the boat.
One of the crew still sitting in the Mess, a Midlander woman named Sloane, edged out of her seat and quietly made her exit up the steps. Returning but a few minutes later with several other crew members who all were trying to duck their heads down the stairs to get a good look at the proceedings. The more Eighty-five fussed, the more difficult it became to control their laughter. Pamido Wolmido was trying hard to maintain a straight face, especially as he was within arm's reach of the Captain. Eventually he found the urge too overpowering and he began to snicker aloud.
"Y'think after she done wit yeh Cap'n she could do meh hair up all pretty?" He said, but Sounsyy passed him a sidelong glare. "Afore she gets her beatin' that is!"
Raucous laughter emanated from the direction of the stairs. She was gonna shake her head, but Eighty-five had a firm hold of her hair, preventing such exaggerated motions. Eighty-five kept on, chastising the Captain for her lack of fashion sense. Sounsyy snorted some, "I learned, just weren't ever very good at it. Never found the need fer it." This, of course, wasn't the full truth, but it was close enough.
Sounsyy waited out the entire procedure, despite the show of it all. It was true that the Roehmerl's crew had never seen their Captain fancy up her hair or attire. It was always kept short or held up in a sloppy ponytail. To see her submitting to this kind of attention was quite foreign to them. Though perhaps it was because none of them had ever tried anything so brazen.
When it was finished, she heard the clapping and cheers from the gathering crew. She sent them a cross look and barked, "I'm sure I can find tasks suitable fer the lot of yeh!" This resulted in a few snickering Aye Captain!'s before most dispersed back the way they had come. Sounsyy turned back to Eighty-five and regarded her reflection in the plate.
"Ain't bad," she said finally, "Pamido Wolmido grows out his beard a bit more, could probably braid that too."
"I think it'd cut quite the impressive figure, mehself," the Lalafell retorted. Sounsyy wasn't sure if he was referring to a braided beard or her own hair. She shrugged and finished off her morning grog. "Pamido Wolmido, go make sure the crew's doin' what needs doin' if yeh will?" The Lalafell laughed and dropped off his stool and made his way across the Mess, bellowing a most cheery tune for the entire ship to hear.
"Cap'n needs things doin', so's her pretty hairs don't come undone!
Yeh should all get a head-start runnin', afore she comes an' ruins our fun!"
Sounsyy leapt off the barstool and started hopping on her right leg after the singing Lalafell. She managed to pull off her left boot and chuck it at him, but the man had disappeared up the stairs when he saw the boot come sailing towards him. Now it was just the six of them left in the room - Sounsyy, Susuroon, and the Sharlayan crew. Sounsyy made to go retrieve her boot while Susuroon clapped both his tiny paws over his mouth to keep himself from laughing.
"Susuroon thinks Miss Eighty-five made Captain look prettiest of pretties. Spare poor Susuroon Captain's other boot!"
Sounsyy snorted by the stairs, as she pulled her boot back on. "Twelve-damned thing's too hard to get on n' off," she muttered.