BOAT: THISTLE

[crittersheep]

[ You’re in a sleek, gilded reception room aboard a large and - aside from your team - empty ship. It’s full of fabulous kitchens (splattered with blood but still usable!) and ballrooms (full of instruments, all playable!) and glittering spires and stagnant-smelling but comfortable sleeping quarters. When nobody is using the intercoms to speak, a tune hums through.

Other than that, there’s thick mist surrounding everything, a path lit only by the ship’s signal light as it travels toward whatever it is you’re in search of and away from the home you can never return to. Waves crash gently against the hull, growing louder and fiercer as time goes on, and there’s faint wailing and howling in the distance…what is going on in this sea? Well, it’s not very important to you. What’s important is surviving.

You have a life to live. ]

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[survivaltricks]

[looks up]

[meets his eyes]

[adjusts his glasses until the lenses flash opaque]

One more word.

[shortforever]

[Grabs the broom.]

[survivaltricks]

[BRACES HIMSELF, READY FOR A FIGHT]

[shortforever]

[Tries to bonk him on the head with the broom.]

[survivaltricks]

[catches the broom and tries to yank it away]

[shortforever]

[I rolled a 7 so he can grab it and they can tug of war over the broom lol]

[survivaltricks]

[THIS IS SO STUPID]

[trying to hook a foot around Odin's ankle and trip him]

[shortforever]

[The roll was even lower this time, so down he goes. He is on the floor.]

[survivaltricks]

[sits on him :D]

[shortforever]

[He will get his revenge later.]