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[Tarangini]

Well, there be supply where there's demand. It's called ca- ca... capitalism. That outta be the word. Now, where were we?

Luther [1] stands up. He ain't gotta single clue a-bout what's going on. Through the tube Doc's voice echoes, and Luther learns that they're going to be dropping like a stone now. Don't sound good. [1] Not good at all.

Jameson [2] dashes towards the deck. He finds a scene straight out of his worst nightmares. Or maybe something even worse. It's kinda like a cloud, he supposes, 'cept it's trying to eat the ship. Tendrils of cloud all over the deck and the railing. He swears he can see the wood decay, but rubbing his eyes tell him he's wrong.

Doc [1,1,4] cuts the steam to the tanks. All of it. He sees the little value markers spin around, and he sends all of it to the weapons. They're practically bursting at the seams, now, just ready to go ahead and dispense justice to the poor world. Just gotta get a target. Can't go around shooting at shadows, no sir. The steam reservoir for the weapon systems are at full, in the green. On the other hand, nothing else happens. No falling, none of that great one centiclick per second freefall, not even a budge. It's eerie calm. He looks at the wind meter, which is set at a calm 2 milliclicks per second. Barely a breeze out there.

Eunh [1] shoots at the clouds.

The flak seems to be absorbed into the clouds, sinking into it without making a dent.

[5] Suddenly, some of it bounces back from the cloud, shattered and generally in pieces. The howling dies down a little, before ascending into another crescendo of wails and lament. Eunh is torn between blocking his ears and shooting more at the invisible, very audible enemy. [6] The ship shifts a little, and slowly starts moving. But it ain't moving down. It's moving up. Eunh's not sure it's supposed to do that.

Roland hears the flak from upstairs and decides to join in. [6+1] With the dull roar he is accustomed to, black spheres take flight into the sky, shortly being swallowed into the bank of fog. The cannon shudders and slides backwards, pneumatic compensators hissing to reduce the shock Vicky takes. From his experience in the Navy, ships with cannons usually also have tiny steam thrusters to prevent the ship from shaking too much.

Suffice to say Vicky doesn't seem to have any.

The whole ship rocks as Roland fires four cannon shots into the clouds. The air trembles, and the clouds grow even fainter. Vicky starts moving. Up.
 
Sairi [3] heads towards the deck. He sees what surely must have come straight from a sailor's nightmare. The cloud has tendrils, and the tendrils have the ship. A tiny stream of particles detaches from Vicky's poor, rich railing and heads into the clouds merrily. Then, a shudder shakes the ship, while the dull thumping of flak firing away echoes through the air; Sairi is knocked off balance, and he stumbles as Vicky rocks gently. To further his bewilderment, Vicky starts moving up. She also starts tilting very slightly towards the aft.

[5] Sairi barges into the pilot's hex, where Doc is standing at the control panels.


Don't blame this old man for the brevity. It ain't easy starting up after so long. Did my best.

[HmH]

((Hmm. I have a feeling that this ominously bolded text in the middle of non-bold description is somehow relevant to the clouds' change in behavior.
I suggest that we follow it for one turn and see if anything changes.))

Doc Anderson turned around and looked at the fox-man with a detached expression on his face.

"Hey, kid. The rolling clouds caught the ship, our thrusters aren't strong enough to barge through the clouds and even with no steam in the tanks we can't fall down - instead, we're going up. Flak doesn't do much more than make the clouds angry and the cannons scare them for some reason, but not enough to drive them off.
"Honestly, I'm out of ideas on how to... hold on, I just thought of something - I'm grasping at the straws right now, but it's got to be better than nothing. Take the helm, and switch power between the fore and aft thrusters - try and make it unpredictable, if you can. The clouds' grip appears to weaken when the ship shakes, so let's shake it with all we've got."

He leaned towards the ship-wide speaker:

"Alright, people, new tactic: don't use the flak! Load the cannons, then fire them as soon as you hear the other side's cannons going off! The clouds seem to hate sudden movements, so let's try and get this old girl shaking!"

Give Sairi the helm. Take a Resonance Crystal and order the Firing Solution to load cannons and fire them immediately after it hears the other side's cannons go off; tell the bot to aim at whatever its sensors register as strange.

Spoiler: Doc Anderson (click to show/hide)

Name: Tom Anderson
Gender: Male
Age: 63

Description: A short, round man with a gray moustache adorning his face and a thin combover on his balding head. He is wearing a lab coat over his brown jumper and a watchmaker's monocle made of aluminum. A steel mechanical leg is attached to his right thigh.
These days, Doc Anderson's trade is building artificial limbs that work every bit as good as the real ones. Doc wasn't always called Doc, though: in his younger days, he was addressed as Professor Anderson, one of the brightest scientists of his era, and like many others of his kind, he spent decades peeking behind the world's scenes for fun, profit and the common good.
Anderson was the one who came up with the technology of neuro-synchronization twenty years ago; he always said that he didn't really come up with it, that he simply copied the machinery that makes living beings tick, but everybody knows that neither people nor animals work the way machines do... right? Either way, Doc decided to ditch the theoretical science and start making money shortly after discovering how to make machines just that little bit closer to living beings, and that was the end of him being called the Professor.

Weapons:
None, if you don't count the scalpels in his toolkit. His leg is heavy enough to be considered a weapon.

Trinkets and tools:
Neuro-synchronized prosthetic right leg. A stainless steel mechanical leg, powered by a wound-up spring. One full wind-up of the spring is enough to last Doc half a day. Removing the leg is possible and can be done by Doc himself, but takes a bit of time to do properly.
Magnifying monocle. An aluminum monocle with a few sets of magnifying lenses for it. Has a leather band keeping it on Doc's head. Allows for examining objects in greater detail. Doc mostly uses it for tinkering, though it doubles as a way to show off his wealth without resorting to such impractical metals as gold and silver.
Mecha-surgeon's toolkit. A leather bundle about eight inches long and three in diameter. Contains everything a surgeon-slash-tinkerer-slash-inventor needs out in the field: a set of screwdrivers, a wire tool, a handheld manual drill, three scalpels of different sizes, tweezers, a number of clamps, a set of needles and threads and a vial of mineral oil.
A flask of 70% alcohol. Used strictly for disinfections. That said, Doc really likes his coffee germ-free.

Stats:
Red Stats
20 HP
Blue Stats
Do Stuff: Neuro-Synchronize Devices With Living Beings
Do Stuff: Automate Mechanical Devices
Do Stuff: Perform Surgery
Do SCIENCE: Reverse-Engineer Advanced Technology
Green Stats
Tinkering: 2
Medicine: 2

[Persus13]

Check if the wood is actually decaying. Then yell "BEGONE" at the cloud. Then go back to repairing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jameson Frazier
Gender: Male
Age:24
Description: Jameson was always a prodigy and loved to fix stuff and create new stuff. His father died when he was 12, but his dad was determined to have his kid be the best mechanic their was. Graduating from college 2 years ago, Jameson's goal is to build a steamship that will outrace, outfight, and beat anything else. He's signing up for this trip because he needs a little money for the ship.
Weapon: Jameson is armed with his father's trusty sword wrench, a tool that can be used to set up machines or just whack people on the head.
Trinkets and tools: Jameson has a couple of lucky bolts which he thinks will increase his luck, some little mechanical odds and ends, and a grease cloth
Stats: Now, I don't know what this is for, but you gotta fill it in. You get twenty red stats and four blue stats, along with four green stats. Choose what you want, and don't mix'm up.
Red Stats (20 to spend)
20: HP
Blue Stats (4 to spend)
Hammering
Fixing robots
Figuring out why something isn't working
Welding
Green Stats (4 to spend)
2 Building
2 Repairing

[Caellath]

"Let's see what we can do against these clouds..." Eunh mumbles as turns to head towards the cannons after deciding there isn't much to be done with flak. Right as he is about to leave, something nags the back of his mind. Oh, yes. The robot which had helped them before.

Eunh checks if the gunner robot is online and if the robot doesn't happen to be online, moves to the cannons to check exactl how many are ready to fire.

Spoiler: Eunh Destern (click to show/hide)

Name: Eunh Destern
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Description:  Eunh is a young man, looking fresh out of his teen years and into adulthood. His skin is white and his face is angular, his head sporting light-brown hair with two large white rabbit ears coming from the its top. His eyes are orange and he has a rabbit tail usually hidden under shirts or pants. His mannerisms are characteristic from high-class gamblerrs, always carrying himself with elegance albeit fully capable of becoming as sly as a snake and usually wearing fine clothing with light armor for protection.
Backstory: Eunh isn't very keen on remembering his childhood, but he remembers he was raised by a couple of poor merchants, helping them face strife and assisting them in their everyday struggle, being constantly picked on due to his animal traits. As he grew, the young boy discovered games and tricks and was entranced by their nature. His skills in the area grew, and it did not take long until he got the hang of it...And he did it perfectly.
In the spam of a few years, the young man had already became a professional gambler, becoming able to join the high circles of gaming. Aside from honing his trickery skills, had developed a keen street street sense and a combat style based on speed and deceit as well as accurate strikes of his sword..
Weapon: Long-Hilt Longsword.
Trinkets and tools:
:Fine clothing - A man has to keep his class.
:Gambling Items - Dice, deck of cards, coin, etc.
Stats:
Red Stats
: HP 20
Blue Stats
: Lightning Parry - Sometimes your reflexes are the only thing you have
: Riposte - Because a parry has to include something more
: Lucky Hit - Combat is not only about skill
: Game Face - When no one can tell what you're thinking, your game is on
Green Stats
: [1] Practical Swordsmanship
: [1] Marksmanship
: [2] Gambling

[Tiruin]

((Remember that link I posted about Castle in the Sky? If anyone watched it - that's how I visualize our in-ship communication tubes

Editing later anyway - pretty busy as of the moment. Thanks Tarangini!))

[Persus13]

((Remember that link I posted about Castle in the Sky? If anyone watched it - that's how I visualize our in-ship communication tubes

Editing later anyway - pretty busy as of the moment. Thanks Tarangini!))

I didn't watch the clip, but I have seen Castle in the Sky before, its my favorite Miyazaki movie. If we get the dragonfly pirate flying things, that would be sweet, and I agree with you that Goliath is a good battleship idea.

[TopHat]

"NotGoodNotGoodNotGoodNotGood."
try to get to somewhere where I can help.

Spoiler: Lüther von Schankel (click to show/hide)

Name: Luther von Schankel
Gender: male
Age: 21
Description: Tall for his age, a pioneer of experimentally newfangled gadgetry. After an initial lucky run of successes, He turned up. Things went rapidly downhill from there.
Finally caved and joined the crew when yet another of his 'projects' 'accidentally' detonated (it was obviously Him trying to steal Luther's ideas), leaving him pretty destitute.
Weapon: experimental steam-pistol, which seems to have even more modifications every day. Luther's current pride and joy.
Trinkets and tools: 'Tinkerin' kit', goggles, singed laboratory coat with lots of pockets, piloting manual.
Stats:
RED STATS (20pts)
HP - 20

BLUE STATS: (4)
: Jury-rig fixup,
: Ambidextrous,
: Utilize newfangled gadgetry,
: Improvised design.
 

GREEN STATS (4)
Inventor/tinkerer (2), Paranoia (1), Marksmanship (pistols) (1)

[Persus13]

Also Wwolin told me he's dropping out of playing RTDs so he'll have more time to GM. So he might be out in this one.

[Tiruin]

The ship. Particles being siphoned away, impossible. Can't be the cloud. Clouds are vapor and water - this one has tangible...tentacles, like a flying kraken. Not to say that the oceans are flying but-

Ok ok ok ok. It seems to be dissolving the ship through tiny little bits. And now we're moving up. Takes a lot of force to life more than a hundred tons. Air tanks didn't hold. It's pretty much under us. We're getting...raised.

Sairi held onto the railing as he heard the Doc's words. "If we're being raised, its either an updraft from the winds, or a very strong force under us. Judging by the lack of air tanks and barometric buoyancy, I'm siding with the latter. I'd follow your plan, but let's focus on getting our control back over the ship. Glad to see the pipelines are holding," he said, gesturing to the ever-open conical pipes heading everywhere around the ship for their voices to be heard.

"Brace yourselves!"

Let's do this, Doc.

Spoiler: Sairi Lunaria (click to show/hide)

Gender:
>Female
Age:
>   18
Description:
>   Appearance: Sairi is considered a young adult amongst his folk, but in human years just coming of age. His skin is of a whitened tan, cream in tone and texture and his hair is dark brown- indistinguishably black if viewed in normal light. He constantly wears a grey colored cloak with a silver trim, covering most of his person up until the head, where fox-like ears poke out from the slits made in the hood. His body is lithe and lean in appearance. He has dark-brown eyes.

He usually wears dark colored, layered clothes - usually of earthen hues, contrasting and complementing his cloak, but always simplistic and loose in attire.

>   Bio: Apprentice and novice to a Scholar and a Steward, Sairi was born without knowing his true biological parents - the story was that he was found in the first hours post-birth at an aged and regal shrine dedicated to the deity of rice, smaller and weaker than the average infant. The bare fact that he lives today is a testament to the care given to him by the couple. In his childhood and preceding adulthood, he lived mostly a solitary life, staying with his parents and helping out in the more isolated of labors, like hunting and research. He has had a timid personality since as far as he could remember, said to be kind, gentle and open with other people as well as having the mannerisms of a cautious individual.

Deep inside, he carries a fiery and passionate attitude - willing to return the favor done by his parents through committing the best of himself in any deed or act required, though this also speaks of his self-critical attitude, pushing his limits if he feels he's not doing enough - said to even go so far as to be sacrificial for the team.

>    Ameliorated Recurve Bow

• Organic Extractor - an opalescent orb gifted to Sairi by her his parents, it is an heirloom representing his life, blood and clan. It is also a device used to aid in the extraction of chemical bases and essence of most mundane species of flora, acting as a commensal harvester until willed to stop.
• Bowyer's Baldric - Used as a catcher for knives, flasks of oil and other tools for the maintenance of the bow or related woodwork instruments, this is slung over the shoulder and kept relatively safe from interfering with any movement of the user. It can also be used to attach the quiver, creating a more mobile scenario in cases of hunting or chasing.
• Socketed Quiver - The usual container for arrows, this quiver has been modified to include a hidden compartment for a small, hunting knife. It is coated in a thin, durable weave made to withstand harsh rain and rot, being mostly made out of hardened leather.
• 'Lucky' Pyrite Coin - Kept in the hold of the Quiver, this coin was the first ever thing Sai saw in her his life, other than the figures of his parents. Though it is made of 'fool's gold', the sentimental value makes it worth more than diamonds. It carries no signifying emblem, but a blank slate with a perfect circle in the middle. Sairi believes this brings good luck and fortune.
• Waxwood Flute - Made from material which is naturally coated with a thin, hermetic layer (of wax), this was handmade and carved by one of Sairi's closest friends and gifted to him on his 18th birthday as a parting gift. He makes sure to practice and use it at any available opportunity, both in reminding him of home, and in curing his homesickness.
• Leatherbound Vellum - Clasped to the belt, this vellum contains notes and personal writings done by Sairi in much of his work. Functioning as a diary and a field journal, it has a conveniently placed catcher along the spine which holds two sticks - one of charcoal and one of graphite.

Red Stats [20/20]
>   18/20 Hp

Blue Stats [4/4]
>   Animal Lorekeeper - [More detail gleaned from natural creatures encountered upon examination.]: "Fauna. Wonderful creatures."
>   Fletcher - [Improvisation is key. Sairi is able to utilize basic materials in order to create, customize or even augment the ammunition used - arrows, in this case.]: "No better work than one done by your own hand, I say."
>   Chemical Extractor - [Sai has the ability to extract the essence from plants, and chemical toxins from animals when using this.]: "It won't hurt them...or kill them."
>   Flutist of the East - [Sairi is able to use his skills with the woodwind flute to liven the atmosphere or at least create a harmonic feeling in the air.]: "Music uplifts any heart which can hear."

Green Stats [4/4]
>   Archery
>   Piloting//Navigation
>   Herbalism
>   Acrobatics