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So flying above the wall was apparently not an option.  Frustrated, Lilia lands with a dissatisfied grumble.  If she could not breach the fence then she wouldn't be able to leave, and that is unacceptable.  Lilia feels the strong desire to find a chink in the mansion's armor and begins scrutinizing every possible surface or method for getting in.  In fact, she becomes so absorbed with her task that she forgets all about Harvey or other annoying entities.  No matter how solid the slate gray walls and iron spikes appear, the rickety structure in the buried city will not win over her!

Lilia does not yet realize how motivated this mission has forced her to be.

((If this were a literal rp, I'd be annoyed with my character being played for me as well.  But I find it acceptable here because we're playing a game controlled by a GM.  Extra actions added to what my character did surprised me at first, but I find this unexpectedness makes it more fun.  Please keep doing that for Wisteria, webadict.))

"Such a nice gentleman! Wisteria gurgled appreciatively as she bobbed peacefully among the waves now that the whirlpool had subsided.  She had always known it was good to be prepared for anything, so swimming lessons had been an obligatory class once she learned she'd be traveling by boat.  Sadly the water was quite cold and dull compared to the blistering hot excitement going on on deck.  Thus Wisteria set out to remedy this situation immediately.

"Ah~!  So cold and watery!  But this is the ocean after all... I wonder if I'll see some sharks?  Or a whale!  I would like to see a whale very much!  I wonder what's going on back on the boat!  I want to see!  This is the best cruise ever and I'm so glad father was able to pay for it!" Wisteria declares through sea salt.  She does her best to find a way back onto the boat as quickly as possible!

DIVE INTO THE GIANT CHEESECAKE AND EAT WHATEVER CHOCOLATE PARTS THERE ARE.

((You'll die happy knowing I can do the same with my mind and I may do it again if your man pulls too many uncomfortable moves on my character.  ))

"What a nice gentleman!" Wisteria declares, breathless, surprisingly unable to add any further comments for possibly the first time. 

Ah, I still don't have anything good to defend myself with.  That could possibly be an issue if I am assaulted by rogue pirates.  Somehow I don't think they want any money or diplomacy, so maybe I should try to find something that I could use for violent diplomacy!  I received some close-combat training, but I'm not sure I could dodge a hailstorm of bullets in order to approach unfriendly hostiles..."  Wisteria searches around the deck of the merchant's ship to find a good weapon to arm herself with.  A pistol or dagger would do quite nicely, but somehow it seemed as if all the dead bodies went missing.

"Ooh, are those shark hands?  What an impressive set of gloves!  They look oddly fresh- perhaps they were made now, in the heat of battle!  Fighting is exciting and invigorating, just like other forms of exercise~!  Although I do think it's a bit more dangerous.  I would have been fine with an aerobics class for a cruise activity!"

Although I'm still decently new to the whole DF experience, I like to think of myself as a "reactive" player.

I have zero inspiration to build large-scale projects or even experiment with machinery.  I play DF for the randomly generated stories.  I tend not to do anything or build anything unless I find I need it.  Whenever something new pops in my caverns, I send the military to dispatch it, and I won't call dwarves away unless it's something huge like an FB or giant monster.  When strange moods happen, I let the dwarves make what they want, and the only burrow I have is an outdated danger burrow that's too small for the current population.

My dwarves exist to tell legends to me.  If they aren't earning cool titles or entertaining me with combat reports, then things are getting dull.  I will never look for candy because the risk vs. reward ratio doesn't cut it for me, and I may not breach magma either because I have enough weapons and wood to fuel my wood-burning forges.  I react, and I don't usually plan either, so my fortress looks like a mess and has only a few rock-fall traps, namely because I never get sieges.

Aww rrright!  Now that I 'ave me a fine weapon and some morrre gold, I visit a cerrrtain pet emporrrium and inquire 'bout a good seafarin' companion.  A parrot orr tame rat would do.  Afterr all, any respectin' pirate has a companion, and I be havin' to look imporrrtant as the diplomat.