OOM: Pearl Repairs

[politestpirate]

The sky is cool, grey, and occasionally misting, but that just means when you are working hard you can keep warm enough.

And there is certainly plenty of work to be done. The deck of the Black Pearl has been cleared off, with debris and pieces that are large enough to reuse stacked carefully. All over is the gleam of cut and exposed wood, the splintered edges cut and smoothed in preparation for patching sections. One mast has been cleared of charred and torn sails and rigging, the canvas and rope set in one area to work on before it can be sent back up.

One of the current priorities, however, is fixing the stern section of the ship, the back wall of the captain's cabin, that took some of the worse damage from the kraken-

Scottish autumn nights can start to get chilly, afterall.

Party thread style, slowtimes more than welcome.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"As I understand it, most of Odin's time and energy was spent trying to keep it all from happening for as long as he could."

He pauses for a moment, looking over at Mercer.

"It didn't work."

And no, he's been introduced to CD players, but most of the music he has is classical, stuff he'd heard of in his life. And the U2 CD that Duo had given to Svava along with the player for her birthday last year.

[mercurialist]

He waves a hand, dismissive. "I didn't mean him and his family. I meant the rest of the world. Ordinary human mortals. Fatalism in general, you know?"

Gods can do (or not do) whatever the hell he want. Mercer can get peeved at it, but he can't do a whole lot to change them.

Humans, though...they've got an amazing capacity for adaptation.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Most of the people lived their lives as usual, I think. And many lived their lives in hopes of being chosen in the end to fight against those we'd been told were evil."

Though knowing Hel here, he thinks the Norse might have had soer of a skewed idea of good and evil. Unlike the Christians. Though, he gets along with the antichrist too. It's probably a good thing that he's never come across Satan here. His head might explode.

[mercurialist]

"And what about you, how'd you live yours?"

It's casual, as he skitters down a few feet like a spider navigating its web.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"I fought my battles, loved my wife, died in her arms after a duel, found myself in Valhalla later."

He eases himself to a new bit, winding the good bits of rope together.