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Jessica's green eyes stared at her surroundings before she got out of her bed. Placing each individual piece of clothing on and walking out the door "what happened last night" she asked herself before she shrugged it off and walked out onto the deck. The air was cold but the sun was extremely warm. Taking a cigarette from her pack of Marlboros, she placed it into her mouth lighting it with her packet of matches. Jessica was a chimney when it came to smoking, she leaned against the boats railings looking out at the calm sea.
 
(( Welcome back, captain ))

She nodded at tarot and looked at him quizzically. "Didn't you know? We should probably go talk to Cerise about it after breakfast." She continued down the hallway, able to guess where the mess hall was due to the aroma of spices and dried foods. "How about something big for breakfast?" She asked over her shoulder, brushing hair out of her eyes.
 
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"No one's told me anything until now" He admitted

Tarot stared at Felixia transfixed, his mouth agape as the shapely woman pushed passed seemingly unaffected by the head on collision they just had. The lithe Galley Master seemed lost for a moment, slowly he brought a hand up to scratch at his chin and that's when he noticed a small amount of stubble accumulating along his jawline. He paused for a moment about to suggest that he shave before preparing the crew some food, it wasn't a big deal but Tarot had always been somewhat hygienic and the idea of cooking breakfast when he felt so scruffy didn't appeal to him. However the tone of the navigator seemed unyielding, she didn't appear to have much patience this morning and Tarot doubted that she was going to wait any longer for her breakfast. The Galley Master opened his mouth to speak but the Felixia was already starting on the idea of getting a big meal prepared and seeing as how she was right around the corner from the kitchen Tarot figured he'd dismiss the idea for now and instead try to catch up with the woman before the rest of the crew made their way to the Galley expecting their meals prepared.
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Loradin, Meandered into the kitchen, looking at the startled Tarot, and the busily working Felixia...."So tell me Tarot, what am I paying for.. or is just a moment of sleepy morning? Anyways, you need to make me some coffee, now if its any trouble." Looking at Tarots questionable look... "Third cabinet from the port side, second shelf. Boil a pot of water and add in the powder. Let it steep like tea and then pour it into one of the ceramic cups hanging on the side of the kitchen."
((NOTE FOR THE CREW.... Coffee has only been sen in the southern area of this world, and the only people who know what it is truly are Loradin and Luna.))

The captain walked out into the galley, his attire, still that of a man who sleeps in his boxers, and yet the captain's sky tanned skin, and highly toned body, didn't seem to care, and nor did he as he sat down at the table looking over his crew with a groggy look in his eyes.

"Luna....*morning cough*..whats the status of the ship from the attack. and the state of the crew if not out right horny and happy?"
 
Luna was sitting at the bar, twirling some of her hair around her finger habitually, "I'm sorry," she told him, "I don't give out my information for free."
 
Damion finally woke up. He needed that nap after what has been going on last night. Scratching his head he notices the he still has Cerise's top here. "Note to self: return top..." he thought to himself and exits his room. Heading to the bar, he sees the rest of the crew. "Morning all" he said before sitting down.
 
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Tarot entered into the Galley behind Felixia, it was spacious and had plenty of places to store foods, spices and drinks. His first instinct was to familiarize himself with the kitchen and learn the locations of everything. Tarot crossed the room and began raiding the cabinets and shuffling through jars, pouches and other containers with both hands when he heard the sluggish footfalls of the rest of the crew filing into the Galley. That's when the sound of a familiar voice entered the air behind him, it was the captain's though his voice seemed to have dropped several keys probably because he'd just woken up, the tone was still recognizable and Tarot's surprised caused him to fumble a small packet of spices that hit the counter below him with an audible smack. Tarot wheeled to greet the captain, the corners of his mouth tugging back into a welcoming smile.

"Good morning to ya and aye Captain coffee it is" he answered before turning to each of the other crew members "Good morning to you too Luna, Damion, sleep well anyone?"

He listened for their answers as he turned and buried his head back into a deep-set cabinet, arranging and rearranging items until he found a container labeled "coffee". Resurfacing from the cabinetry Tarot placed the coffee on the counter and brought some water to a boil in a small pot then mixed in some level measurements of the black grind and stirred it with a wooden spoon until it became rich in color and aroma. He pulled the steaming pot of coffee away, upended the contents into several small cups and served them out among the crew members. The brew was strong but not overwhelming, it poured smooth and was probably made to perfection. Tarot thought his first time making coffee went over rather well and he waited with anticipation for the crew of the Fulmine to evaluate their drinks.
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After finishing her cigarette, she lit up another one before walking into the galley, moving past everyone and grabbing a scone before walking straight back out, puffing on her cigarette and blowing it back into the room. Jessica had no respect for others when it came to smoking. She walked begrudged straight into the engine room to get to her daily chores. The engine room however, was filled with smoke. Something was wrong, lights everywhere were going off in a craze. Jessica dropped her scone and coughed, putting on her goggles to see what was going on "fucking hell, who touched the mechanics while I was gone" she shouted. There was a fire in the main pipes. She placed her finger on the talk button shouting into it "Loradin! we have a problem. The main pipes have caught fire, someone has been..", not being able to finish her sentence, as the fumes were getting to her head. Jessica fell onto the cold hard ground.Bbeing human was the worst thing about working as a mechanic.

(I'll fix it up if its a godmod I'm sorry if it is :()
 
"Yes...indeed so. Thanks Tarot" Damion smiled as he downs the last bit of it. "Now then, I must press on back to my quarters. I got much work to do if we're under attack again" he said then heads off.
 
Felixia was working as the cook apparently, whipping up batches of eggs and cooking some bacon and rolls for breakfast. "Hey, Tarot, mind handing these out please?" She called around the stove, finishing up a batch of bacon and putting the meals out onto plates. She was stripped down to her undershirt, her hat and coat on a chair out in the tables. Flipping her spatula around and sprinkling the finishing touches onto the food, she slid them over the counter tops into Tarot's hands. After serving up enough plates to feed up the crew, she walked out over to the front and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "If you guys want seconds....tell me now." She said, biting into a piece of bacon and leaning over the top.

(( Sorry, I actually love to cook....it's a passion hehe ))
 
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Soft shades of red filled the pastel cheeks of the Galley master as he drank in the compliments, he placed a hand on the back of his neck and his eyes sank to the floor embarrassed by the crew's approval. His discomfiture quickly faded and he leaned in for a bow however Felixia's voice grabbed his attention and pulled him back to his feet.

"Oh sure no problem boss" he answered sarcastically

Shrugging with laughter Tarot grabbed the plates and slid them onto the table in front of each crew member before snatching a piece of bacon and biting off a large portion with a crunch.
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Cerine got up groggily from her bed. "Fuck me.." she slipped off the bed, landing on her back, feeling an instant pop. She stands up and yells in pain as she feels a sharp pain through her back going up to her neck. She quickly cracks her back to the right and sighed. "Never.. again.." She looked down and saw herself still topless, then grabbed Tarot's hat from the closet and covered them. She went out of her door and quickly walked over to Damion's door. She knocked a couple times and didn't hear an answer. She opened the door and found her top on the bed. She quickly grabbed it and put it on, then setting Tarot's hat on her head.

She began to walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, finding most of the crew enjoying a good breakfast. She walked over to Tarot and placed his hat on his head. "I think you wanted that back," she said as she sat down at the table. "So what's for breakfast? I'm starving." She stretched and yawned loudly, cracking her neck and knuckles. "Come on I don't have all damn day." She leaned back on the chair and narrowed her eyes at Tarot.
 
She glared at Cerise and then turned around smartly to get another plate of food. Walking back over she handed the plate to her. "Next time be alil more civil, ok?" She sighed before turning back around to start cleaning up as she ate her food. Remembering she hadn't given Tarot his food yet, she quickly slapped another plate together and gave it to him. Sighing, she started to clean and wondered if she could become the head chef....."Hey, Tarot? Mind if I become an assistant cook...or something?" She sounded hopeful and tried to give him a puppy-eyed look.
 
Cerise rolled her eyes while stuffing food in her mouth. "Civil... Ha!" She continued to eat, eating like an animal and finishing her food within minutes. She burped out loud and walked over to the sink and tossed the plate and silverware in it, almost breaking them. "Who here knows how to sew? I need someone to sew my damn shirt that almost ripped in half," she tugged at her shirt and sighed, not aware of her careless and rude behavior. Because of how she is used to being a criminal and surviving off of other's hard work by stealing it, she lacked a huge amount of manners.
 
Damion was relaxing until he smelled the nice aroma of breakfast. The smell made his stomach growl in rage. "Well, Breakfast time to add to the coffee" he thought and heads over to the kitchen. Once there he spotted Cerise and gasped. Seeing that sh had her top, he goes to her and Whispers, "I was going to return it to you Cerise."
 
Cerise jumped in shock from his whisper and turned around quickly. "Sheesh you scared me.. Sorry I needed to grab it.. I don't have any more shirts," she whispered back. She turned around and tapped Felixia on the shoulder, "Hey you, since you can cook, why don't you do me a huge favor and sew this for me?" She smiled a bit narrowing her eyes, looking very egotistical.
 
"What does cooking and sewing have anything to do with each other?" She raised an eyebrow as she finished cleaning up, tossing the scraps away. Wiping her hands on a towel, she finished eating her breakfast before grabbing some water and squeezing some lime into it. She sipped and still regarded Cerise coolly.
 
Cerise shrugged and watched her sipping her drink. "Since you know how to cook, I would think you would know how to do other things like a motherly type woman would do. I never learned these things before so that's why I was asking." She shrugged again and cleared her throat, not sure how to really explain her lack of experience in those things. She always was a tomboy doing a lot of things men did because of the lack of a motherly figure. She always worked alongside men and did the best she could with her life.
 
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Tarot ripped off a few more pieces of crispy bacon between his teeth and leaned against one of the counters. Suddenly another feminine figure came marching into the room, the galley master recognized it as Cerise and as she strutted right up to him with unwavering speed the thin man reeled and flinched as if he were going to be struck in the face. He was surprised to feel the familiar embrace of fabric encircle his head and once he opened his eyes Tarot could see the sloping brim of his hat pitched down in front of him. He smiled brightly flashing two rows of pearly whites and adjusted his hat so he could see Cerise taking her seat at the table.

"My hat! thank you so much Cerise" the pale man gushed "And yes Flixia you seem to know you're way around the kitchen better than I do"

Watching the two ladies speaking to one another made Tarot tremble a bit in fear of how it might progress. Cerise didn't seem like she was much of a morning person and Felixia seemed like the "no nonsense" type, giggling nervously he wove in between the two and asked if he could mend the damage done to the shirt as thanks for finding his hat.

"Ummm C-Cerise? Can I maybe fix the shirt for you?"
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((sorry its kinda hard to keep up so i find myself backtracking a bit))
 
Sighing and setting her drink down on the table, she got down onto her knees and inspected the shirt. Running her fingers over it and seeing how big the tears were, she snorted and stood up. "I would recommend a brand new shirt...but if you really want thins stitched up, I can do it. However..."She smiled at her, her eyes a little predatory." I will cost you, my services aren't free, when it's not a passion." She giggled lightly and sipped her drink again. "After your done eating we can go down to the storage room to get the thread and stuff. It shouldn't take more then a few minutes to patch this up."
 
"Shouldn't we at a new land soon?" Damion asked the group. "If we are, then we could do some shopping. We could get more food, clothes and ammo. I know for a fact that I'll need more medical stuff." He said as he finishes his breakfast.
 
Cerise looked at Felixia then Tarot. "You're welcome. I found it on the deck when I was trying to find my shirt." She thought for a moment and asked, "So wait. If I give this shirt to Felixia, I will have to do something in return. Whereas with Tarot, I don't have to do anything because I already did something." She grabbed an apron nearby and put it on, then slowly took off her shirt that was split in the front and gave it to Tarot. "I think I will make him do it since I don't know what you would want from me. But since you offered to help you can tie the knot of this apron for me in the back." She blushed a bit, trying not to show her shy side as she turned around and showed her bare back from being topless except for the apron on the front of her with the straps dangling at her sides.

She looked over at Damion while she waited for Felixia's response. "I'd actually like to go out and see what there is.. out there." She sneered and had the thought of looting from innocent people again.
 
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