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Posted: **Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:42 am**

On the evenings of September 19th and 20th, small ferry craft come alongside the SS Gabrielle with fresh fruit and fresh water, and a few luxuries for sale. Those who wish can purchase souvenirs, cigars, candy, clothing and a few other items from the grinning locals.

Throughout the day of the 20th, a cargo barge brings quantities of fresh tropical fruits aboard to supplement the vessel's larder. These are lowered into the #4 hold.

On September 21st, 1933, the ship steams south into the Pacific ocean and by noon, there is no sight of land.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:15 pm**

Thursday, 21st September, 1933

Aboard the U.S.S. Gabrielle
Hours after the Gabrielle pushes into the Pacific the weather begins to turn. The sea becomes rough and choppy beneath swirls of changing clouds. The wind gusts and changes direction uneasily every hour. It does not rain, but the threat hangs overhead, as though a storm might suddenly rise up out of nowhere. The ship ploughs ahead in the freshening foamy sea at a steady eleven knots. Every few seconds the bow slams into a new wave, sending a shudder through the hull and tossing spray high into the air. The motion of the deck is much stronger than before, and acquires a distinct pitching motion that sends scientists with weak stomachs, like Professor Albemarle, running for the lee rail.
The dogs redouble their cries. They do not like the rougher seas.

Classes continue as before, but the ship's tossing takes away much of the holiday atmosphere. Anyone spending time outside is quickly soaked to the skin by warm salt spray as the average wave height rises above twenty feet, and lessons that were previously offered on the foredeck now move into one of the lounges. Doctor Greene's sporting events are cancelled for now.

CLASSES
The below list assumes that everyone will attend similar classes to those that they attended during the previous sessions. You may change your classes or request to teach a class simply by informing Professor Moore. Ernest Roosevelt and Katie Wright should let Professor Moore know what classes they are interested in taking/teaching. This posting will cover the activities for the week of September 22nd through 28th. Below is the schedule of events on the large chalkboard in the ship's mess hall.

Professor Moore's Chalkboard wrote:
Ship's Mess Corkboard (you can add notes to this corkboard!)
Latitude: North 7° 50'
Longitude: West -79° 38'
Today's Weather: Mod-Strong Gales, Possible Storm
Wind Speed: 40-60 mph (65-95 kph)
Updated Google Map travel path

Classes on Sept 22 through 28:
Instructor / Topic / Location
Mornings:
P Rucker / Morning Breakfast Prayer / Ship's Mess

Sykes / Introduction to cold-weather clothes and equipment / Officer's Mess
--- STUDENT: M. LeBlanc, K. Wright, E. Roosevelt

Greene & Watkins / Antarctic First-Aid / Ship's Medical
--- STUDENT: C. Bardier, G. Barrow

P Rucker / Antarctic Paleobiology / Ship's Mess
--- STUDENT: J. Poole, Ø. Raknes
Afternoons:
G & N Sorensen / Technical Climbing / Crew's Mess
---STUDENT: P. Rucker, J. Poole, W. Watkins

W Moore / Antarctic Exploration / Officer’s Mess
--- STUDENT: K. Wright, E. Roosevelt, G. Barrow

M O'Doul / The Pabodie Ice-Drill Operation / #1 Tweendeck Hold
--- STUDENT: C. Bardier, Ø. Raknes
Evenings:
Ø Raknes & F Guerini / Mountain Rules / Ship's Mess
--- STUDENT: P. Rucker, M. LeBlanc, W. Watkins, E. Roosevelt

P Albemarle / Antarctic Weather / #2 Tweendeck Hold - Cancelled due to P Albemarle's sickness

K Wright & C Bardier / Aerial Navigation / Expedition Lab

G Barrow / Antarctic Flora and Fauna / #1 Tweendeck Hold
--- STUDENT: J. Poole

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:37 am**

Katie tells Professor Moore that she would like to teach a class on aircraft maintenance. She'd also be qualified to teach aerial navigation, but the other pilots already have that covered. Likewise, there are already climbers teaching the climbing course. If possible, she'd schedule it in the afternoon. In the morning, she'd like to take Introduction to cold-weather clothes and equipment, and in the evening she'd like to take Mountain Rules. If she cannot teach her class in the afternoon, she'll take Antarctic Exploration in that timeslot and drop whichever class is in the same slot as the one she'll be teaching.
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Posted: **Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:50 pm**

The rough seas have taken their toll on the crew members although, not surprisingly, Øyvind Raknes and Katie Wright seem to have no difficulty with the conditions.

Unfortunately George Barrow and Pierce Albemarle are both in bad shape, pale as ghosts. They spend most of their first day in the Pacific in the latrines since remaining in their beds seems to only make things worse. Peter Sykes occasionally pops his head into the water closet to see how George is doing, and often has a teasing remark about how George's and Pierce's "latrine songs" are music to his ears.

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Job. (the torturing one)

Posted: **Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:35 pm**

Ernest would like to tell Prof. Moore that he would like to learn in the class for Cold-Weather Clothes and Equipment. Freezing to death in Antarctica was not in his top-priority list. He would also like to learn in the Antarctic Exploration class, taught by Professor Moore himself. Not freezing to death was important, but not getting lost was probably just as important. Finally, for the evening class, he would like to take the Mountain Rules Class.
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Posted: **Mon Jan 23, 2012 4:58 pm**

As the afternoon wore on, the wind and sea increased greatly, and the Gabrielle pitched about, shifting everything that could be moved on deck. The seas began to break over her and soon everything was wet. The decks were flooded with heavy seas which poured, whitecapped, over the side and even the bridge deck was drenched with the spray of breaking waves. Starkweather ordered that lifelines be stretched along the deck and it was a risky thing to go forward without holding on.

Dr. Watkins could not venture very far from his cabin and fought his own waves from within, filling buckets while his stomach roiled with the sea. The pitching of the ship on one occasion threw him from his bunk and he had neither the will nor strength to rise from it, preferring to lie there with his face against the cold deck, moaning.

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Job. (the torturing one)

Posted: **Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:12 pm**

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie tells Professor Moore that she would like to teach a class on aircraft maintenance. She'd also be qualified to teach aerial navigation, but the other pilots already have that covered. Likewise, there are already climbers teaching the climbing course. If possible, she'd schedule it in the afternoon.

"It just so happens that Douglas has turned ill this afternoon and won't be able to teach the aerial navigation course, so I'd be pleased if you could replace him," responded Professor Moore.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:52 am**

"I'd be delighted," says Katie. "I do hope Douglas feels better soon, though. In that case, I will be able to attend your class in the afternoon."
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Posted: **Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:22 pm**

Unaffected by the sea, Father Rucker will offer any help needed for the sick and poor.

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2012 3:50 am**

Seon wrote:Ernest would like to tell Prof. Moore that he would like to learn in the class for Cold-Weather Clothes and Equipment. Freezing to death in Antarctica was not in his top-priority list. He would also like to learn in the Antarctic Exploration class, taught by Professor Moore himself. Not freezing to death was important, but not getting lost was probably just as important. Finally, for the evening class, he would like to take the Mountain Rules Class.

"Excellent, Mr. Roosevelt! I'm thrilled to have you join my class, and also am pleased that you are taking the initiative to increase your knowledge of the cold weather environment. Would that every crew member were equally as proactive," he said, "then our odds of success would be dramatically increased."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2012 4:08 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:"I'd be delighted," says Katie. "I do hope Douglas feels better soon, though. In that case, I will be able to attend your class in the afternoon."

"Wonderful, Miss Wright, we're lucky to have you on our team," said the Professor. "This will provide me with exactly the opportunity that I've been seeking to alert James that I've sponsored your membership in our expedition. I'll talk to him tonight about it."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2012 4:26 am**

Saturday, 23 September, 1933

The blustery weather continued through Friday and Saturday, the twenty-second and twenty-third of September. During the day, classes were held as scheduled, although some expedition members were not able to participate due to seasickness. Getting sleep was difficult due to the tossing of the ship, the occasional scraping and banging of shifting cargo, and the incessant howling harmony of the wind and dogs.

Fortunately for those who had their sea legs--and whose stomachs would accept food--the meals were excellent! The ship's cook, Niles Abraham, managed to put hot, tasty meals on the table with regularity, despite the challenging conditions. Grilled meats such as venison, beef, and pork; spiced potatoes and eggs; fresh bread; hot coffee; and a delicious peach cobbler one evening.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Jan 29, 2012 5:50 am**

Katie has no trouble adjusting to life at sea and is in excellent health as usual. She greatly enjoys the food and eats heartily, always cleaning her plate.

Posted: **Mon Jan 30, 2012 6:41 pm**

"Ah, Miss Wright!" Ernest said one day in the lunch room. He had claimed a table for poker and was dealing out cards to several interested sailors.

"Fancy a friendly game of poker?"

Posted: **Tue Jan 31, 2012 3:56 am**

"Thanks, I'd like that, Mr. Roosevelt," says Katie with a smile. She sits down at the table. "Deal me in."

Posted: **Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:00 am**

"Great!" Ernest said, smiling. He pushed over a pile of fake chips towards Katie.

"Of course, it's all a friendly game," Ernest said, winking. "No need for anyone to get mad inside the ship and make the officers spoil all the fun, right?"

He slid two cards from the deck towards Katie. She looked under them to find that they were both aces.

Ernest whistled out a tune as he dealt the rest of the deck towards the other players.

Posted: **Wed Feb 01, 2012 5:34 am**

Katie tries to keep a straight face and to show no reaction to the good cards she has. "Right," says Katie. "What variety of poker are we playing? Five card draw?"

Posted: **Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:47 am**

"Seven card stud," Ernest said, dealing each player a face-up card. A jack of spades for himself and a queen of hearts for Katie.

Posted: **Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:16 am**

"All right," says Katie. "Who bets first?" She tries not to sound too eager.

Posted: **Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:39 am**

"Me, blinds are at 200," Ernest said, tossing two chips into the middle.

Posted: **Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:11 am**

Katie tosses in two chips of her own when it's her turn. She doesn't want to raise yet, or she might give away that she has something good.

Posted: **Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:38 pm**

"Check," Ernest said.

"Thank god you are here," a sailor muttered.

Ernest shrugged and began to deal out new cards. Another jack for himself and a 7 of hearts to Katie.

Posted: **Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:38 pm**

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:05 am**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:29 am**

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2012 3:28 am**

"I will check, gentlemen and lady," Ernest said, tapping the desk.

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2012 3:54 am**

"Check," says Katie, repeating the same action.

Posted: **Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:32 pm**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Thu Feb 09, 2012 4:34 am**

Ernest hummed to himself as he dealt out a one more card to everyone.

Queen of Diamonds for himself.

9 of hearts to the random sailor

9 of diamonds to Katie

10 of spades to the random sailor 2.

"I think I'll bet," Ernest said, tossing a few chips into the pile. The other sailor repeated the action.

Posted: **Thu Feb 09, 2012 5:36 am**

"Call," says Katie, tossing in a few chips of her own. She had considered raising but decided against it. She doesn't want anyone to know she has anything special yet. Everyone can see that Ernest has a pair of jacks, so he can get away with raising. Her aces would beat that if it's all he has, but he could have another jack in the hole or be able to form a second pair, and there are still two cards to go.

Posted: **Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:52 pm**

Father Rucker stumbles to where the poker game is. Thought, not interested, he will remain in the area with a drink to absorb the atmosphere. For some sense of humor he will cheer those which relies their success on luck and not faith and comfort those who fail and think about throwing themselves above the rail to the ocean.

Posted: **Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:00 pm**

Posted: **Mon Feb 13, 2012 11:56 pm**

Saturday, 23rd September, 1933

The weather improves after two days of rough seas. By noon on September twenty-fourth, the gusts of wind lessen and then disappear and the surface of the ocean smooths to a near calm.

The return of fair weather raises the explorers' spirits, especially those of Wade Watkins and George Barrow who've been incapacitated for the period, but the Gabrielle's crew does not seem to share the mood. Off-duty sailors watch the scientists with impassive faces, or huddle in corners conversing in low tones before moving elsewhere. Groups of crewmen are seen carrying covered parcels about the ship, seeming to deliberately avoid the investigators. Perhaps this is merely a continuation of the mood of the crewmen from earlier in the expedition.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:41 pm**

Father Rucker notices the events. Something is wrong he thinks to himself as he recalls what he heard the last time. He thought things will slip away and pass on but apparently not. He tries to converse with the crewmen, one at a time to understand what the problem is, he will rely on his priesthood manners to soften their nerves and share their worries.

Posted: **Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:44 am**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Mon Feb 20, 2012 2:02 am**

Seon wrote:"I think I'll bet," Ernest said, tossing a few chips into the pile. The other sailor, Pierce Albemarle, repeated the action.

Mr. Handy wrote:"Call," says Katie, tossing in a few chips of her own. She had considered raising but decided against it. She doesn't want anyone to know she has anything special yet. Everyone can see that Ernest has a pair of jacks, so he can get away with raising. Her aces would beat that if it's all he has, but he could have another jack in the hole or be able to form a second pair, and there are still two cards to go.

Pierce (pictured above) was sweating as he fidgeted with his chips. It seemed like he was always sweating. He knocked on the table top.

Peter Sykes peeked at his hidden cards, casually looked around the table at each player and their revealed cards, then counted the required number of chips and slowly pushed them towards the middle of the table. He peeked again at his cards and grimaced slightly, then said, "I guess that I'll stick around to see my other cards, thanks. Check."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:07 pm**

royya wrote:Father Rucker notices the events. Something is wrong he thinks to himself as he recalls what he heard the last time. He thought things will slip away and pass on but apparently not. He tries to converse with the crewmen, one at a time to understand what the problem is, he will rely on his priesthood manners to soften their nerves and share their worries.

The first few crewmen whom Father Rucker approached simply shook their heads and hurried on. One seamen, Peter Stokely, would not even look the priest in the eyes as he responded in a low voice, "I cannot talk with you right now, Father. They are watching." Then he abruptly turned away to return to his duties.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:37 pm**

Meet me at my quarters laten on and share your thought cause I am here to share the burden.
Father Rucker replies to Peter Stokely
If speculations will rise, tell them that you had a breakdown of faith and was in need for a priest

Posted: **Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:49 pm**

Previously...

Job and Mr. Handy wrote:
Mr. Handy wrote:Katie tells Professor Moore that she would like to teach a class on aircraft maintenance. She'd also be qualified to teach aerial navigation, but the other pilots already have that covered. Likewise, there are already climbers teaching the climbing course. If possible, she'd schedule it in the afternoon.

Job wrote:"It just so happens that Douglas has turned ill this afternoon and won't be able to teach the aerial navigation course, so I'd be pleased if you could replace him," responded Professor Moore.

Mr. Handy wrote:"I'd be delighted," says Katie. "I do hope Douglas feels better soon, though. In that case, I will be able to attend your class in the afternoon."

Job wrote:"Wonderful, Miss Wright, we're lucky to have you on our team," said the Professor. "This will provide me with exactly the opportunity that I've been seeking to alert James that I've sponsored your membership in our expedition. I'll talk to him tonight about it."

"Bloody HELL, Moore! Who gave you the authority to make that decision without me?" came a booming voice down the corridor that could be heard within the Ship's Mess. "We now have another WOMAN aboard this ship?!?" Immediately thereafter, the voices became much more muted although it was obvious that a heated conversation was continuing to take place behind a closed door.

Later that same day...
Professor Moore knocked lightly on Katie's cabin door and waited to hear "Come in," before entering. He looked around the small room and smiled, remarking, "I see that you've added a bit of color to our drab decor, Miss Wright. Very nice.

"I bring good news! James has accepted you on the team. He was a little reluctant when I first approached him, but after a bit of discussion--and perhaps a little gentlemanly arm twisting--he eventually acquiesced. I reminded him that we were in need of an additional, experienced aviator and explained that once Douglas took ill, you immediately volunteered to substitute as teacher for the Aerial Navigation class. You are hereby cleared to move about the ship as you see fit."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:02 pm**

royya wrote:Meet me at my quarters laten on and share your thought cause I am here to share the burden.
Father Rucker replies to Peter Stokely
If speculations will rise, tell them that you had a breakdown of faith and was in need for a priest

Stokely stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the priest. A nervous expression crossed his face and he said, "That will be too late Father. Too late..." And then he was off.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 06, 2012 12:44 am**

9:15 p.m. (ship time) – Sunday, 24th September, 1933

As the sun dropped below the horizon on September twenty-fourth, the now-calm waters of the Pacific reflected a riot of colors from the sky: brilliant golds, pinks, reds, through turquiose greens and deep blues.

A few hours later, The SS Gabrielle was happily cruising along at a steady eleven knots when, suddenly, the engines went silent and a moment later, the ship's horn blasted loudly three times: the signal for All Hands On Deck!

Expedition team members began emerging from their cabins and the messes to find out what was happening. The ship's crew could be seen hurriedly filing from their areas onto the main deck.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:57 am**

"Thank you, sir!" says Katie, grinning broadly and shaking Professor Moore's hand. "I look forward to proving my worth."

When she hears the call, Katie hurries up on deck to see what's going on.

Posted: **Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:10 pm**

Øyvind that was attending to one of the dogs securured the cages and ran up to main deck as fast he could, grabbing his flashlight.

Posted: **Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:13 pm**

George Barrow rose his head from the biology book he had between his hands when the horn blasted realizing that he did not feel the engines any longer. 'What in Gods name is it now...'

Posted: **Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:02 pm**

Father Rucker hopes it is not connected to what Peter told him. He goes to the deck.

Posted: **Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:07 pm**

Camille blinked and blinked again, frowning, fingers closing around a cracked fob watch with a jerk. This... was probably not a good sign. Though it was possible, she decided as she made her way up to the deck, that there was some other explanation for this that went beyond "we're all going to die," or "I hope you lot know how to swim." There weren't that many that immediately came to mind, but Camille had never backed away from the occasional bit of healthy self-delusion if the occasion called for it, and it was an entertaining way to keep herself occupied on the way, rather than the wild speculation that she would otherwise have been engaged in.

Maybe it was a test. Or maybe drinking was involved -a lot of drinking- and everything would be fine. They'd laugh about it later. Right. Of course they wouldn't --Starkweather laughing? honestly-- but she really had been enjoying the notion of not being in mortal peril for the duration of the boat ride --the boat ride, mind, she wasn't that deluded, constant mortal peril being one of the chief descriptors for Antarctica-- and if she was going to die an ignominious death in the middle of the ocean without even having got to Antarctica... Well. Drunkenness was something she could handle, could see and smell and understand. Preferable indeed to some of the things she knew could happen to a crew out in the middle of the ocean.

Posted: **Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:26 am**

As the explorers arrive out on deck that night, they find that the Gabrielle's external spotlights are all trained on the ship's bow. There, brilliantly lit in the glare of the lamps, a lone figure appears in a swirl of water and strides toward the bridge.

The man is elaborately costumed in a fanciful frogged coat and lots of ribbons and gold and silver leaf, his long green wig pulled back in an ancient-looking tarred braid.

The strange man turns to one of the sailors, "Ho, Shellback! Permission to come aboard, in His Majesty's name?"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:48 am**

Katie looks in wonder at the stranger dressed like someone from another century. "The British are coming, the British are coming," she quips to Camille.

Posted: **Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:39 pm**

James stands silently and wonders for a moment if this might be some odd historical re-enactment. Maybe some late goodbye ceremony?

Posted: **Thu Mar 08, 2012 7:58 pm**

Øyvind looks at George that by coincidence stands besides him saying in norwegian 'Hva i all helvete skjer' George looks at him not understanding a word he said, but surely understanding Øyvind's "im not understanding anything" face.

Posted: **Thu Mar 08, 2012 11:35 pm**

The sailor grins and shouts, "Why, 'tis Davy Jones himself! Welcome aboard, Sir!"

The strange-looking man sniffs disdainfully, then replies, "Thank you. Where may I find your captain?"

The sailor points up towards the bridge, "Yonder, Sir. He awaits your pleasure."

Davy Jones strides forcefully towards the bridge. He is clutching a battered leather folio to his chest; as he walks he looks neither left nor right, his eyes set on the bridge the whole time. At one stage during his journey, Øyvind Raknes and George Barrow find themselves standing in the way, looking confused, and Jones hardly pauses but bellows in a stentorian voice, “You there! Make way for the King’s Messenger!”

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Mar 09, 2012 3:14 am**

Lines furrowed across Camille's brow as she watched the man --she flat-out refused to call him by that stupid name, even inside the privacy of her own head-- make his way across the deck. "Huh." she said slowly, lips quirked in an expression that couldn't seem to decide if it was a smile. "You know, this seems rather unfair. I haven't come within fifty paces of a decent scotch in weeks, and yet here I stand, watching... Whatever this is. Tell me, do stowaway thespians come before or after the magical elephants that no one else can see?"

Posted: **Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:11 am**

"He didn't stow away exactly," says Katie, staring at the bizarre apparition, "but I see him too and I haven't had a drop either. I haven't seen any magical elephants yet, so I guess they come after this. This has got to be some kind of trick. Look, the sailor's obviously in on it."

Posted: **Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:39 am**

Job wrote: “You there! Make way for the King’s Messenger!”

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind and George looks at each other and stands aside 'Du er rar' says Øyvind while George chuckles a bit taking a bow for the man

Posted: **Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:59 pm**

Davy Jones strides past the crew members along the main deck and up the stairway to the bridge--and is trailed by a parade of onlookers who follow in his wake. There on the bridge, he is met by Captain Vredenburgh and the Officer of the Watch, Second Officer Ballard.

The captain does not look at all surprised, saying, "Greetings, Davy Jones."

"My congratulations to you, Captain. Some few years since I saw you."

Vredenburgh nods, "Yes, it was aboard the SS Selandia."

Davy Jones takes a document from the portfolio, "I have a summons to you from His Majesty, Neptunus Rex."

"I will be glad to receive it."

With an exaggerated flourish, Jones pulls a scroll from the folio, unrolls it, and reads it aloud to all assembled: "Ahem. SS Gabrielle, on entering the domain of His Majesty, Neptunus Rex, take notice. It having come to our attention that various landlubbers are present in your vessel, all undoubtedly guilty of heinous offenses against our laws, I therefore command that you prepare to receive our Royal Party, that our Court may sit in judgment. The following lubbers will present themselves at noon tomorrow:"

"Pierce Albemarle,
George Barrow,
Camille Claud Bardier,
Morehouse Bryce,
Timothy Cartier,
Ralph DeWitt,
Richard Greene,
Fráncisco Andreás Guerini,
Alan Huston,
Martin Louis LeBlanc,
Vittorio Luizzi,
Douglas Orgelfinger,
James R. Poole,
Øyvind Raknes,
Father P. J. Rucker,
Ernest Roosevelt,
Gunnar Sorensen,
Nils Sorensen,
Samuel Winslow,
Wade Watkins, and
Katie Wright ..."

"...A terrible fate awaits any who might seek to evade His Majesty’s judgment!" Davy Jones hands the summonses to Captain Vredenburgh...

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 10, 2012 4:06 pm**

"Magician, maybe?" Camille replied to Katie without looking away from the farce ongoing at the other end of the deck, obvious confusion tucked into the corners of her mouth. She drew a hand down the length of her face with a sigh. Whatever was going on, Katie was right, that sailer was in on it, and now the captain and first officer, too? "I don't see any mirrors, but-" But there was no way he could have made it on board any other way than stowing away, unless Starkweather knew about it, and what possible use could he have for a magician? He'd barely accepted having a preacher on board, after all, so why...? But no. There was no other explanation. "And now we're being served litigation by a man in a wig who thinks he's Davey Jones. Right," She groaned into her palm. "Comme s'il n'y avait pas assez de-putain-américaine- Where's Starkweather? Starkweather!" She turned a glare towards the stairs belowdecks. "Come collecting your man!"

Posted: **Sat Mar 10, 2012 4:25 pm**

Father Rucker watch with a smile at the show of the man.

Posted: **Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:21 pm**

Captain Vredenburgh carefully examines the stack of parchment, then hands it to First Officer Turlow who somberly delivers one document to each member of the crew identified by Davy Jones.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:34 am**

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:49 am**

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 2:30 am**

"I'm not a landlubber," says Katie to Camille, "I'm an airlubber. Well, this should be fun. I think I know what this is. We must be close to crossing the Equator. There's a sort of initiation that sailors go through the first time they cross the Equator - aboard ship that is. I've flown further south than that."

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 4:33 pm**

Once all of the summons have been delivered, Captain Vredenburg responds to Davy Jones, "Please assure his Majesty these persons will attend his Court."

"Thank you, Sir. His Majesty would be pleased if your vessel be hove to on the Line at eleven thirty tomorrow, Sir, to receive him aboard."

"Certainly, Davy Jones."

"I will await your pleasure tomorrow, sir, and will see you when I return with my Royal Master, Neptunus Rex. Good night, Sir!"

Davy Jones and the captain bow to each other, then the messenger exits the bridge and makes his way back towards the bow of the ship, once again admonishing any who cross his path. Upon reaching the Gabrielle's bow, Davy Jones vanishes once more.

The floodlights illuminating the ships foredeck are extinguished and the Gabrielle's crew prepares to resume the journey south as though nothing had occured.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:05 pm**

"Sir, what is the meaning of this?" James politely asks Turlow. "You do not seem particularly surprised by this, so I assume that you know who our dear 'Davy Jones' is? This document also threatens to kill us if we do not comply, which I must admit worries me a bit, however absurd it may seem ..."

Posted: **Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:31 pm**

Túrin Turambar wrote:"Sir, what is the meaning of this?" James politely asks Turlow. "You do not seem particularly surprised by this, so I assume that you know who our dear 'Davy Jones' is? This document also threatens to kill us if we do not comply, which I must admit worries me a bit, however absurd it may seem ..."

First Officer Turlow looks at James and says, "Just do as you are told and you'll be fine, James." The First Office then turns and continues distributing the remaining documents to the Lubbers. James could detect nothing amiss, nor any emotion whatsoever from Turlow.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Mar 12, 2012 3:28 am**

"I've never heard of this sort of initiation being so elaborate," says Katie to Camille. "I'd like to know how they pulled off that act. It should be interesting to see what kind of show they put on tomorrow to top this."

Posted: **Wed Mar 14, 2012 5:33 pm**

The morning of September 25th dawns bright and clear, with calm seas and a steady breeze of five knots from the northwest. The Gabrielle's crew have been busy since before sunrise, erecting some sort of structure on the main deck's bow area, and no "landlubbers" are permitted anywhere near that area, or even up on the bridge deck where they could get a glimpse of what they are building. By nine o-clock, their work is complete.

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SS Gabrielle - On the Equator - Latitude 0° Longitude 87° 21' 33"
11:30 a.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

At eleven-thirty the Gabrielle reaches the Equator, the ship's engine is stopped, and the navigator reports to Captain Vredenburg that the ship is “on the Line." All passengers and crew are are commanded to assemble as Davy Jones, then a large party of unlikely figures led by King Neptune himself, make their way aft from the bow. The long-bearded King Neptune himself is encrusted with barnacles, wears a crown, and carries a trident.

Upon the group's meeting of Captain Vredenburgh, the procession halts and Davy Jones exclaims, "Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

"To all you landlubbers, Oh you filty scum; you pretenders to true seaman; you pretenders to a seaman's eye; you who are about to enter the realm of his majesty, King Neptune, take heed and grovel!

"To you, Captain Vredenburgh and all shellbacks, I present His Grace, Neptunus Rex, ruler of the Raging Realm and King of all creatures in and on the Deeps of the Seven Seas, does deign to receive the SS Gabrielle into his royal palace. His emminence is accompanied by her majesty, Queen Amphitrite, Our Consort, and the Heir Apparent, the Royal Baby, with sundry noble persons and retainers, and mermaids of the court."

Captain Vredenburgh replies, "A sailor's welcome to you, your Grace, it is a great pleasure to have you with us. We regret, your Grace, that so many scurvy landlubbers and pollywogs are aboard this vessel, but of those who prove their worth we shall make loyal subjects before the setting of today's sun."

King Neptune haughtily surveys the assembled crew. "The pleasure is mine, Captain, and to you, your officers and crew, I welcome you to the waves and deep of my watery domain which from time immemorial has been under my benevolent rule. We have a busy day ahead in order to make all landlubbers present fit subjects of my domain."

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Job. (the tortured one)
*Actual photo(s) of "Crossing the Line" ceremonies taken aboard USS Lamons DE 743, USS Canfield DE 262, USS McClelland DE 750, USS Gray DE/FF 1054 and USS Formoe DE 509. More to come.

Posted: **Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:02 pm**

This must be a joke of some kind
Father Rucker smiles to a near by companion (NPC or any player beside him)
But somehow he feels unease with the formal parchment he just received.

Posted: **Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:52 pm**

Royya wrote:Father Rucker smiles to a near by companion.

Vittorio Luizzi looked at his summons, then at Father Rucker, saying in a thick Italian accent, "Consuming air without license? This make-a no sense to me, Padre. And look," he pointed to the ship's mast. The Gabrielle was running the "Jolly Roger" flag, not their own colors. "The flag! It is sign of il diavolo!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 15, 2012 3:20 am**

Job wrote:King Neptune haughtily surveys the assembled crew. "The pleasure is mine, Captain, and to you, your officers and crew, I welcome you to the waves and deep of my watery domain which from time immemorial has been under my benevolent rule. We have a busy day ahead in order to make all landlubbers present fit subjects of my domain."

Captain Vredenburgh said, “King Neptune, I now turn over command to you for such time as you wish.”

King Neptune replied, “Very well Captain, and thank you. If you will excuse us now, we will endeavor to administer the “The Degrees”, more commonly known as “The Royal Works”, necessary to transform landlubbers into full fledged sea-going men and women.” The captain retired to the bridge while all "Shellbacks" formed lines along both the port and starboard sides of the main deck, allowing room in the center of the main deck for all "Pollywogs".

Davy Jones then addressed all landlubbers who were given a summons, “To begin your transformation, all ye scurvy pretenders must first kneel and kiss the royal baby, King Neptune’s heir apparent.” King Neptune and Queen Amphitrite looked on expectantly.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 15, 2012 3:36 am**

"I knew it, I was right!" says Katie with a triumphant grin. "This is the Equator, all right. Pollywogs are what they call people like us who haven't crossed it before, and shellbacks are people who have. That's what we'll be when this is over." She kneels and kisses the "baby" first, but on the cheek.

Posted: **Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:07 am**

George loos at the female pilot takes the lead on kissing the "baby". 'Oh god ... In the name of Science' George walks to the baby saying with a grin 'the most beautiful infant i ever have kissed'

Posted: **Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:22 am**

Øyvind felt his manhood being tested 'Is this a Joke?!' 'no way im going to..' Then Øyvind looked around and realized that King Neptune in deed had a lot of followers 'Would just be silly of me to resist' Øyvind sees as George makes his kneeling and kissing and waits for his turn. Øyvind kneels and kisses as fast he can wanting the be done with it as fast as possible.

Posted: **Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:02 pm**

James follows Mr Turlow's advice and does as he is told, solemnly.

Posted: **Fri Mar 16, 2012 1:59 am**

Neptune's Baby seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, whether being kissed by male or female, and Katie (being the first kisser) was most surprised when Baby reached back behind him to dip his hand into a bucket and hit her with a handful of mustard. After that, all other landlubbers knew what was coming.

Officers of the SS Gabrielle were forced to kiss Baby's feet!

Following the opening ritual, Davy Jones announced that "All landlubbers must don the official uniform! No shoes. No socks. No Pants. No shirts. However, due to the fact that we have two filthy pollywogs who happen to be of feminine nature, King Neptune has seen fit to grant them--and only them--special dispensation. They will be allowed to wear a toga to match that of our fair Queen Amphitrite's." Since the Gabrielle was at the equator, the day was extremely hot and humid and most of the landlubbers were happy to shed their clothes.

Once the official uniforms were "donned", next was a visit to the Royal Barber, who drew forth a large pair of shears and began his work on Douglas Orglefinger, neatly (sort of) trimming a stripe along one side of his head. Other landlubbers were next.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Mar 16, 2012 2:41 am**

"Well, the sooner I get it cut," says Katie, "the sooner it'll grow back." She waits her turn to be shorn.

Posted: **Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:18 am**

James looks distressed, but fights back the urge to protest.

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:52 am**

The Sorensen brothers, Gunnar and Nils, were quite angry about the Royal Barber and at first refused to let their hair be cut. And then they watched as Katie and Camille each submitted to the royal barbering, but still they argued and shook their heads. Until, that is, they were surrounded by shellbacks and threatened to be held down to have ALL of their hair cut off! They finally complied, but it was obvious that they were not happy.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:36 am**

Túrin Turambar wrote:James looks distressed, but fights back the urge to protest.

If James was distressed about the Royal Barber, the next event was sure to cause concern...

"And now, to cleanse the landlubber's spirit of all pestilence and filth, shouted Davy Jones, "the Royal Bath awaits!" Davy led the group forward to the very end of the ship's bow where they discovered a makeshift pool of sea water within a canvas liner, about four feet deep and about seven by seven feet square. Floating on the surface of the water was some type of oil, diesel judging by the smell. Each crew member was forced to say "Shellback!" three times while being dunked.

Afterwards, Davy Jones faced all sopping-wet landlubbers and said, "The final transformation is very near at hand! You have merely to RUN THE GAUNTLET!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:09 am**

Douglas tenderly touches the place where his hair used to be. "I really don't see why we have to do this," he protests weakly.

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:21 am**

"At least I'm very good at running," says Katie, shaking what remains of her hair dry as much as she can.

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:12 am**

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:53 pm**

James feels that it is a little easier to bear the bath, as it leaves no lasting change, but looks worried again when the last command is shouted, wondering what that might mean.

Posted: **Sat Mar 17, 2012 11:29 pm**

Job.

Posted: **Sun Mar 18, 2012 12:09 am**

2:30 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Mr. Handy wrote:"At least I'm very good at running," says Katie, shaking what remains of her hair dry as much as she can.

Your group of Landlubbers were then herded in a solemn procession to the stern of the ship where Katie saw that it was going to prove very difficult indeed for her to "run" this gauntlet. A thirty-foot long, three-foot wide tarp was spread out on deck and greased with a black oily substance. About one foot above the tarp was strung a long cargo net. At the far end of the tarp was a pirate with a black outfit and eyepatch, who also held a large water hose aimed back towards the group of initiates. Along one side of the long tarp were an additional five seamen at attention, each holding a broom.

Davy Jones stepped to the "entrance" of the tarp area and declared, "This is the final test. This will determine which of you pustulent scalliwags are destined to become true Shellbacks! You are to lie on the deck, face down, and crawl under the net, along the tarp, until you emerge at the far side, transformed. You there! In the front! Mister Albemarle, begin!"

Pierce Albemarle was a heavy man. As he made to lie down on the tarp, he slipped on the black substance and hit the deck hard, with a groan. He then rolled on his belly and slowly started crawling along the tarp, continuing to slip and slide, moving as slowly as a turtle. He had the idea to grab the net above him and pull himself along but, when he did so, one of the sailors moved in with his broom and "Whack!", he slapped Pierce's hand off the net. "Ye must move under yer own power, Lubber!" After a long minute, just when it appeared that Pierce was through, the Shellback pirate at the far end turned on the fire hose and, with a whoosh, sprayed him halfway back down the tarp.

Pierce was allowed to finish his long journey after another minute, whereupon he was helped up by the pirate and took a deep breath, saying with great pride and a wide grin: "Now I am a Shellback!" Shellback crewmembers join veteran explorers including Starkweather and Moore in cheering for Pierce, and also for all other soon-to-be-Shellbacks.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:34 pm**

4:30 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Afterwards, the new Shellbacks receive certificates suitable for framing, resembling diplomas, signed by King Neptunus Rex and Davy Jones.

Bardier, Camille
Barrow, George
Guerini, Paco
Orgelfinger, Douglas
Poole, James R.
Raknes, Øyvind
Roosevelt, Ernest
Rucker, Father P.J.
Watkins, Wade
Wright, Katie

The celebration then begins, Veteran shellbacks passing around trays of cakes, cooked meat rolls, and other treats to go with copious amounts of beer. The cook truly outdid himself! The party lasts until mid afternoon. Then, with a rumble that could be heard and felt throughout the SS Gabrielle , her engines were fired up and she turned westward once more under a lowering sun.

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Job. (the tortured one).
Blank "Crossing the Line" Certificate for use by future BtMoM Keepers

Posted: **Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:32 pm**

I do not believe I did it ... something to tell to my grandchildren twenty years from now.
Father Rucker sighs to himself as he finishes the ceremony.
Turning to his old friend Moore he add with a smile
It will cost you professor
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Posted: **Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:19 am**

"That was actually kind of fun," says Katie, "but you know what would be even more fun? If anyone joins our expedition in Australia and comes back with us to New York after it's over, we'll get to do the same thing to them!"
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Posted: **Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:24 am**

"That is the problem with initiation rites. Everyone has to pass them, whether they like it or not. Those who think it fun will be glad to force the tradition upon those who come after them and those that disliked it will get back at the newcomers instead of at those who initiated them", James cannot help to remark, showing that though he is happy that the ritual is over, he did not like it much.
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Posted: **Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:41 am**

George Barrow retires early from the festivities returning to his chores.

Øyvind take a quick check on the dogs returning to the eating and drinking, mingling with the others and as he got drunker started telling jokes to the other Norwegians on board Nils and Gunnar Sorenson.
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Posted: **Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:17 pm**

Father Rucker waits for Peter Stokely to arrive. He wants to discuss the sailor's concerns.
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Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:12 am**

royya wrote:Father Rucker sighs to himself as he finishes the ceremony.
Turning to his old friend Moore he add with a smile
It will cost you professor

Professor Moore claps Father Rucker on the back and laughs, "All of us have gone through the ceremony, P.J. All of us. It's a rite of passage. Years from now, we'll be sipping brandy together in the Miskatonic University Library, laughing about this day!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:23 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:"That was actually kind of fun," says Katie, "but you know what would be even more fun? If anyone joins our expedition in Australia and comes back with us to New York after it's over, we'll get to do the same thing to them!"

Túrin Turambar wrote:"That is the problem with initiation rites. Everyone has to pass them, whether they like it or not. Those who think it fun will be glad to force the tradition upon those who come after them and those that disliked it will get back at the newcomers instead of at those who initiated them", James cannot help to remark, showing that though he is happy that the ritual is over, he did not like it much.

Sopping wet and thoroughly bedraggled, Paco Guerini looks over and nods at Katie and James, saying in his thick Spanish accent, "Si, mis buenos amigos, I had heard of this before. I did not like it. But we celebrate now, yes?" And Paco grins broadly.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:32 am**

6:30 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

royya wrote:Father Rucker waits for Peter Stokely to arrive. He wants to discuss the sailor's concerns.

As Father Rucker stands waiting for Peter Stokely on the main deck, just aft of the Gabrielle's superstructure, he suddenly catches the strong, sharp smell of ammonia. His nose is irritated and his eyes begin watering. Nearby, from down within the open hatch into Tweendeck hold #4, he hears the echos of someone coughing and yelling.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2012 2:20 am**

Katie grins back at Professor Moore and Paco. "Sounds good to me," she says, raising her glass. "I'll drink to that!"

Posted: **Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:10 am**

Douglas joins Katie, Moore and Paco in their drink, still gingerly touching his hair. "Well," he says, "I'll just have to get used to it." He downs a drink, hoping that the alcohol will numb the loss of his hair.
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Posted: **Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:10 am**

Job wrote:
royya wrote:Father Rucker waits for Peter Stokely to arrive. He wants to discuss the sailor's concerns.
As Father Rucker stands waiting for Peter Stokely on the main deck, just aft of the Gabrielle's superstructure, he suddenly catches the strong, sharp smell of ammonia. His nose is irritated and his eyes begin watering. Nearby, from down within the open hatch into Tweendeck hold #4, he hears the echos of someone coughing and yelling.

Ammonia, I smell ammonia from down that hatch!
Paul Rucker calls out loudly. He goes to the hatch, covering his mouth and nose and shouts
Who's in there ?
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Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2012 1:39 am**

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Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2012 2:14 am**

Anatomist wrote:George Barrow retires early from the festivities returning to his chores.

As he works away, George can hear music and singing, and occasionally a crewmate brings him food and more beer. Professor Moore even pokes his head in, saying, "Hard at it once again, eh George? We'll need your sort of discipline once we hit the ice. Oh, and thank you for being such a good sport today. It means a lot to the Gabrielle's crew."

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind take a quick check on the dogs returning to the eating and drinking, mingling with the others and as he got drunker started telling jokes to the other Norwegians on board Nils and Gunnar Sorenson.

The dogs were very happy to see Øyvind, as always. Nils and Gunnar were still fuming about their haircuts, but eventually Øyvind had them laughing and the drinking certainly didn't hurt their mood.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:42 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie grins back at Professor Moore and Paco. "Sounds good to me," she says, raising her glass. "I'll drink to that!"

Ewoklord wrote:Douglas joins Katie, Moore and Paco in their drink, still gingerly touching his hair. "Well," he says, "I'll just have to get used to it." He downs a drink, hoping that the alcohol will numb the loss of his hair.

As Katie and Douglas were enjoying the team's camaraderie, they felt someone warmly clasp them on their shoulders from behind, and lean in to cheer, "BRAVO, one and all! Each of you were jolly good sportsmen today--and sportswomen," James Starkweather said with a nod to Katie. "I'll have a drink, sir," he signalled to a passing steward, "so that I may celebrate with my team.

"Miss Wright, I must admit that I am impressed with your eagerness to join in our ... unusual initiation, shall we call it? The Gabrielle's permanent crew take their "Crossing the Line" ritual very seriously and for some reason they are keen to see that all explorers participate; they consider it ill luck if any of our expedition team refuses. Well done, Miss Wright, and welcome to the team!"

James recieved a fresh pint of beer from the steward and raised his glass with a broad grin, shouting, "This ceremony has now brought both our ship's crew and our expedition crew together as ONE. It bodes well for our voyage. SALUTE!!! His cheer was met with enthusiastic celebration and raising of glasses all around and spawned waves of additional cheers and laughs.

Starkweather turned to Douglas and winked, "And I must say, Douglas, that your new stripe looks simply dashing! The mark of a true adventurer!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:17 pm**

6:30 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

royya wrote:Ammonia, I smell ammonia from down that hatch!
Paul Rucker calls out loudly. He goes to the hatch, covering his mouth and nose and shouts
Who's in there ?

The celebration aboard the ship is shattered as Adam Henning, one of the ship’s stewards, comes staggering up from the number four hold, coughing and retching as he reaches for Father Rucker at the top of the ladder. "HELP!" Henning is violently sick on the aft deck, and gasps for breath, "The...reefer...store...it's..."

The young man continues vomiting again and again as the throat-catching reek of ammonia begins expanding quickly from the cargo hold to other areas of the ship, and Father Rucker's nose, eyes, and lungs immediately begin burning. Starkweather and the team were celebrating nearby and they could hear Henning's loud cry. Shouting to anybody within earshot, James dashes for the hatchway to the main deck and then races towards the ladder down to the hold, "WITH ME! HURRY! And somebody fetch a doctor!"

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Job. (the tortured one).

Posted: **Sat Mar 24, 2012 6:55 pm**

Luckily, P.J Rucker was in a good shape. He holds his breath as he pulls back Adam Henning from the hatch to a safer place.
OVER HERE !!!
He shouts out aloud.
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Roll vs. Ammonia (CONX5=70) (1d100-15=28) - Success

Posted: **Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:32 am**

Katie races for the hold too, knowing that she's in excellent physical shape and will be well suited to rescue anyone who needs help. She's also sure that she can get there first, and every second may count.
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Posted: **Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:34 pm**

royya wrote:Luckily, P.J Rucker was in a good shape. He holds his breath as he pulls back Adam Henning from the hatch to a safer place.
OVER HERE !!!
He shouts out aloud.

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie races for the hold too, knowing that she's in excellent physical shape and will be well suited to rescue anyone who needs help. She's also sure that she can get there first, and every second may count.

Father Rucker dragged the steward to the portside railing where the breeze would help to clear his lungs. The priest then sees a group of crew members, led by James Starkweather and Katie Wright, round the corner of the superstructure and hesitate upon seeing seeing the vomit-spattered deck, the open tweenhold hatch, and Father Rucker leaning over Henning at the railing. Starkweather looked at Father Rucker tending to Henning, covered his mouth when he began coughing from the concentrated ammonia gas from the hatch, and yelled, "The refrigerator hold!" He scrambled down into the open hatch and immediately dropped from view as if he fell. A moment later, his cry of "HERE! To me!" echoed up from the hatch.

[OOC: Before posting for your character, everyone in the rescue group must make a successful CONx5 roll. Anyone who makes their roll successfully can follow Starkweather. Failure means you are overcome by the fumes and must return to the main deck. A failed roll of 95%+ means that you are completely overcome and must be helped back up the ladder.]

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Mar 25, 2012 9:24 pm**

Katie rushes confidently down the ladder, but the fumes overcome her and she collapses, choking on the gas.
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Posted: **Mon Mar 26, 2012 5:25 am**

James comes running when he hears the noise and quickly understands what is going on. He takes a deep breath and then rushes into the gas to descend the ladder. That is no problem at all.

Quickly reaching the bottom of the ladder, James encounters the collapsed Katie and decides that she has to be helped first. James tries to lift her over his shoulder and ascend the stairs again to get her out of the fumes.
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Posted: **Mon Mar 26, 2012 12:05 pm**

George Barrow rushes to the hatch and watches how brave souls goes into he fumes to rescue whomever was down there.
Being a PhD in chemistry he started yelling some orders 'Sorensenbrothers! go and fetch a water-hose, we need plenty of water to wash the ammonia off them' 'Turlow! does that compartment has another exit? We must ventilate it as fast we can! Ammonia is lighter then Air and if we can get a tunnel effect from below i hope we can lower the inspiration risk!'
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Posted: **Mon Mar 26, 2012 12:15 pm**

Øyvind looks at Adam Henning 'get a Medic to this man fast!' kneeling down and looking at the amn 'Who else did ou see down there? They are in danger!'
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Posted: **Mon Mar 26, 2012 2:50 pm**

"Help our comrades!!" Wade yells.
Wade Watkins will also follow the rescue party to help those afflicted by the toxic gas!
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Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 4:57 am**

Ernest covered his mouth with the sleeves of his coat before descending the ladder quickly.

Spoiler:

"How the hell did the ammonia leak in this quantity without anyone noticing?" he muttered out aloud. Oh right, the madmen.

"Were there anyone else under the deck? We need to make a roll call as soon as possible."
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Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:50 pm**

Túrin Turambar wrote:Quickly reaching the bottom of the ladder, James encounters the collapsed Katie and decides that she has to be helped first. James tries to lift her over his shoulder and ascend the stairs again to get her out of the fumes.

OOC,What roll(s) do I need to make?

In the dimly-lit cargo hold, through watering eyes, James is able to lift Katie without much difficulty, but sees that a number of crew members are now coming DOWN the ladder, blocking his exit. And Katie is in obvious trouble, gasping and coughing; she must've deeply inhaled the gas when she reached the tweendeck floor.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:14 pm**

Anatomist wrote:George Barrow rushes to the hatch and watches how brave souls goes into he fumes to rescue whomever was down there.
Being a PhD in chemistry he started yelling some orders 'Sorensenbrothers! go and fetch a water-hose, we need plenty of water to wash the ammonia off them' 'Turlow! does that compartment has another exit? We must ventilate it as fast we can! Ammonia is lighter then Air and if we can get a tunnel effect from below i hope we can lower the inspiration risk!'

Nils and Gunnar listen to George's instructions, nod, each saying, "Ja!" and then dash across the main deck towards the superstructure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:23 pm**

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind looks at Adam Henning 'get a Medic to this man fast!' kneeling down and looking at the amn 'Who else did you see down there? They are in danger!'

Henning was coughing horrifically, but he looked up at Øyvind while blinking and wiping at his eyes, managing to respond, "Just... just me..." *cough, cough* Henning spit out a gob of white phlegm.

"I... I was getting... food..." Adam was then overwhelmed with a paroxysm of retching.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:44 pm**

jrod wrote:"Help our comrades!!" Wade yells.
Wade Watkins will also follow the rescue party to help those afflicted by the toxic gas!

Doctor Watkins runs to Adam Henning and examines the man, looking at his eyes and down his throat, then listening to his breathing and taking his pulse. Watkins pronounces that Adam Henning will be OK and that he has no permanent damage from the gas, merely some severe irritation, and that his body will "work this out". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 3:06 pm**

Seon wrote:Ernest covered his mouth with the sleeves of his coat before descending the ladder quickly.

As Ernest reaches the bottom of the ladder within the misty, dimly-lit Tweendeck hold, he sees James Poole pick up a prone, coughing crew member from the floor and hoist the person onto his shoulder. The cargo hold is dominated by the large shadowy hulk of an aeroplane and, beyond it, an open hatchway to the refrigerated hold with tendrils of cloudy vapors writhing forth. As Ernest watches, he sees the silhouette of someone run into the open reefer hatch and--it must have been his imagination--the curling wisps seem to embrace and pull him in...

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:10 pm**

"We've got injured coming up. Make some GODDAMN WAY!" Ernest shouted as he shoved a crew member out of the way of the person carrying the afflicted man.

"You!" he said, grabbing ahold of another sailor. "We wouldn't be as lucky as stocking gas masks and diving equipment in this ship, right? If not, grab some sponges! We can use it as a filter."
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Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:40 pm**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:George Barrow rushes to the hatch and watches how brave souls goes into he fumes to rescue whomever was down there.
Being a PhD in chemistry he started yelling some orders 'Sorensenbrothers! go and fetch a water-hose, we need plenty of water to wash the ammonia off them' 'Turlow! does that compartment has another exit? We must ventilate it as fast we can! Ammonia is lighter then Air and if we can get a tunnel effect from below i hope we can lower the inspiration risk!'

Nils and Gunnar listen to George's instructions, nod, each saying, "Ja!" and then dash across the main deck towards the superstructure.
George Idea roll,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3434778/]George's Idea roll results[/url] George [url=http://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=212&t=2839&start=200#p125802]remembers his tour of the [i]Gabrielle's [/i]refrigerated hold[/url]. Each of the holds is sealed and self-contained so that if one hold is breached, then the others will not be affected and the [i]Gabrielle[/i] will remain structurally sound. There are vents in the refrigerated hold, but they are used primarily for adjusting the temperature of the refrigerated space. The only way to create a "tunnel effect" will be to pump air down to the lower hold.
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'Starkweather! Moore! Do we have some pumps that can pump air?! We MUST disipate this fog as fast we can!' 'Øyvind! you mind help getting the equipment if it exists?' with that George turn to see after the Sorensen brothers and the hose, ready to help Adam Henning wash of the ammonia.
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Posted: **Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:32 pm**

If Ernest has managed to clear the way, James starts going up the ladder, carrying Katie. He shouts "Clear the way on the ladder! Don't come down!" and tries all he can not to breathe in too deeply after shouting.
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Posted: **Wed Mar 28, 2012 1:58 am**

Douglas stands around, not exactly sure how he can help. "Er, anyone need anything?" he asks nervously.

Posted: **Wed Mar 28, 2012 3:40 am**

Katie coughs and splutters, desperate for fresh air and feeling utterly useless.

Posted: **Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:32 am**

Douglas approaches Katie, "Oh, er, do you need help?" He recoils a bit as she coughs again.
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Posted: **Wed Mar 28, 2012 7:27 am**

Being the first one to help Henning, Father Rucker helps Watkins as much as he can, even carrying the man to the clinic.

Job wrote:Henning was coughing horrifically, but he looked up at Øyvind while blinking and wiping at his eyes, managing to respond, "Just... just me..." *cough, cough* Henning spit out a gob of white phlegm.

"I... I was getting... food..." Adam was then overwhelmed with a paroxysm of retching.

What happened down there when you opened the door to the refrigerator?

Posted: **Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:09 pm**

James turns to Douglas. "Help me carry her to the doctor. I think that he and the Father went that way with the sick steward", he says and points in that direction.
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Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:54 am**

Douglas steadies Katie, and rushes off in the direction that James pointed, off towards the doctor.
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Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:20 am**

6:40 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Seon wrote:"We've got injured coming up. Make some GODDAMN WAY!" Ernest shouted as he shoved a crew member out of the way of the person carrying the afflicted man.

Túrin Turambar wrote:If Ernest has managed to clear the way, James starts going up the ladder, carrying Katie. He shouts "Clear the way on the ladder! Don't come down!" and tries all he can not to breathe in too deeply after shouting.

At Ernest's and James Poole's urgings, one sailor leapt a few feet down from the ladder to the tweendeck floor, landing spryly. Other's yelled and pushed each other to clear a path up to the main deck. James had a bit of difficulty in climbing the ladder while carrying Katie because he became somewhat winded with the exertion and was forced to inhale more of the ammonia gas, and he started to cough and become dizzy. But when he neared the top of the ladder, a number of crewmen lifted Katie from his shoulder and a moment later James was able to reach the fresher air above.

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie coughs and splutters, desperate for fresh air and feeling utterly useless.

Túrin Turambar wrote: James turns to Douglas. "Help me carry her to the doctor. I think that he and the Father went that way with the sick steward", he says and points in that direction.

Ewoklord wrote:Douglas steadies Katie, and rushes off in the direction that James pointed, off towards the doctor.

Dr. Greene arrives on deck and immediately rushes to the stricken aviator who is being assisted by James and Douglas; he enlists their help to move Katie to the rail where the fresh air would help, and close to where Dr. Watkins was tending to Adam Henning. Dr. Greene then carefully examined Katie's eyes and airways, and put his ear to her back to listen to her breathing--along with her coughing.

After a few minutes of sitting in the direct ocean breeze, Katie's coughing subsided somewhat, but she continued to feel burning in her lungs and nose and a strong sense of nausea. Doctor Green kept close eye on her, then declared, "She'll be alright, but we need to get her to the medical lab so that she can lie down and receive oxygen. Douglas, would you help her down to the medical area off the Ship's Mess? I'll continue to help here, and I'll be along shortly."

Seon wrote:"You!" he said, grabbing ahold of another sailor. "We wouldn't be as lucky as stocking gas masks and diving equipment in this ship, right? If not, grab some sponges! We can use it as a filter."

At the hatchway on the main deck, a sailor arrived with a large bucket of water and began handing out wet rags to tie around one's mouth along with wet sponges.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:24 am**

"Thank you," Katie manages to croak weakly, breathing as much clean air as she can.

Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:52 am**

Anatomist wrote:'Starkweather! Moore! Do we have some pumps that can pump air?! We MUST disipate this fog as fast we can!' 'Øyvind! you mind help getting the equipment if it exists?' with that George turn to see after the Sorensen brothers and the hose, ready to help Adam Henning wash of the ammonia.

Professor Moore heard his name called and came over to George to discuss the problem, "We have hand pumps in the bosun's stores off tweendeck hold number one. They're mainly for pumping water, but we should be able to use them to pump air through a hose as well. Follow me!" Moore ran towards the bow of the ship, then suddenly stopped and looked at Øyvind and George.

"Where is Commander Starkweather?"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:21 am**

royya wrote:Being the first one to help Henning, Father Rucker helps Watkins as much as he can, even carrying the man to the clinic.

Job wrote:Henning was coughing horrifically, but he looked up ... while blinking and wiping at his eyes, managing to respond,"I... I was getting... food..."
What happened down there when you opened the door to the refrigerator?

As Doctor Watkins and Father Rucker helped Adam Henning to the medical facility, Adam began breathing a bit easier and said, "I was getting food for the party. *cough* I unlocked the reefer and it was full of the gas. When I opened the hatch, it spread into the tweenhold. I tried to go in to see if I could fix the problem, but... *cough* It was too thick. My eyes were burning. I couldn't see."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:04 am**

Job wrote: After a few minutes of sitting in the direct ocean breeze, Katie's coughing subsided somewhat, but she continued to feel burning in her lungs and nose and a strong sense of nausea. Doctor Green kept close eye on her, then declared, "She'll be alright, but we need to get her to the medical lab so that she can lie down and receive oxygen. Douglas, would you help her down to the medical area off the Ship's Mess? I'll continue to help here, and I'll be along shortly."

"Sure," Doug responds, happy at being useful aboard the ship. Heading down towards the medical area, he attempts small talk. "So, uh ammonia. That's weird."
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Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:36 am**

"Dr Moore!" Ernest gasped towards him. "I saw some idiot run into the fridge before I helped Katie away from the ammonia... He was without any protection and it's highly likely that he breathed in dangerous amount of Ammonia by now..."

"Do you think that person could be... I think we need to go grab him before he hurts himself."
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Posted: **Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:13 am**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:'Starkweather! Moore! Do we have some pumps that can pump air?! We MUST disipate this fog as fast we can!' 'Øyvind! you mind help getting the equipment if it exists?' with that George turn to see after the Sorensen brothers and the hose, ready to help Adam Henning wash of the ammonia.
Professor Moore heard his name called and came over to George to discuss the problem, "We have hand pumps in the bosun's stores off tweendeck hold number one. They're mainly for pumping water, but we should be able to use them to pump air through a hose as well. Follow me!" Moore ran towards the bow of the ship, then suddenly stopped and looked at Øyvind and George.

"Where is Commander Starkweather?"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind hailed Dr.Moore looked around and saw the crew he needed 'Enke Fiskarson, Gregor Pulaski, Gregor Snabjorn' 'come with us!'
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Posted: **Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:45 pm**

Ewoklord wrote:
Job wrote:Douglas, would you help [Katie] down to the medical area off the Ship's Mess? I'll continue to help here, and I'll be along shortly."
"Sure," Doug responds, happy at being useful aboard the ship. Heading down towards the medical area, he attempts small talk. "So, uh ammonia. That's weird."

A short time later, Doug and Katie complete their trip from the main deck and enter the medical facility, which is empty. Dr. Greene rushes in after a few more minutes and moves quickly to help Katie lie down, then fits her with a mask and a small tank of oxygen. After confirming that Katie is comfortable, he and Doug dash back to the main deck.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:15 pm**

Seon wrote:"Dr Moore!" Ernest gasped towards him. "I saw some idiot run into the fridge before I helped Katie away from the ammonia... He was without any protection and it's highly likely that he breathed in dangerous amount of Ammonia by now..."

"Do you think that person could be... I think we need to go grab him before he hurts himself."

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind hailed Dr.Moore looked around and saw the crew he needed 'Enke Fiskarson, Gregor Pulaski, Gregor Snabjorn' 'come with us!'

Moore hesitates for a moment, then says, "James is a resourceful individual, so I must assume that he'll be fine. Right now we need to get that pump set up! Follow me!"

He races over to the hatch to Tweendeck number one and temporarily fumbles with his keys, then finds the correct one and unlocks the access, quickly clambering down the ladder and snapping on the cluster lights. Set into the far wall was a large sliding wooden hatch secured by a heavy padlock which Moore runs to and unlocks. He slides open the door, revealing a dim compartment filled with crates and equipment. He darts into a small aisle, then grunts and emerges a short time later rolling a large wooden reel of canvas hose. "Here, Enke and Øyvind! Get this on deck. Ernest, Gregor, wait one moment...,"

The professor prods sacks and shoves boxes until finally exclaiming, "Ah! Here! Help me with this, Ernest." He is wrestling with a two-foot by three-foot wooden crate.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:47 am**

Camille scrubbed her freshly shorn hair from her face and cursed bitterly, glaring down at the ladder below as she hurried to catch up with Moore, Øyvind,Ernest and their posse of crewmen. Starkweather always insisted on being the center of attention, didn't he? Well, she hoped he'd accomplished whatever fool errand had brought him down that far, because she certainly wasn't going to go get him. The fact of the matter was, if she went down after him --assuming that, by some sort of minor miracle, she found him at all-- she simply wasn't capable of lifting a man of his size at all, let alone carrying that amount of dead weight of several ladders. No. She would be of more use here, helping set up the hoses. So that was what she did, hovering at the men's backs, fingers itching to get to work.

Posted: **Sun Apr 01, 2012 3:35 am**

When Katie has recovered sufficiently to speak, she manages a smile. "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, I suppose," she says to Douglas. "I'm stronger than I look, strong enough to carry a man, and I move very quickly too. I'm also very hardy, so I figured I would be well suited to go down into that hold to rescue whoever might be there. Instead I ended up being the one who needed rescuing."

Posted: **Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:48 pm**

taokan wrote:Camille scrubbed her freshly shorn hair from her face and cursed bitterly, glaring down at the ladder below as she hurried to catch up with Moore, Øyvind,Ernest and their posse of crewmen. Starkweather always insisted on being the center of attention, didn't he? Well, she hoped he'd accomplished whatever fool errand had brought him down that far, because she certainly wasn't going to go get him. The fact of the matter was, if she went down after him --assuming that, by some sort of minor miracle, she found him at all-- she simply wasn't capable of lifting a man of his size at all, let alone carrying that amount of dead weight of several ladders. No. She would be of more use here, helping set up the hoses. So that was what she did, hovering at the men's backs, fingers itching to get to work.

Pictured above, Enke Fiskarson, dog wrangler and hose hauler

Enke and Øyvind tied a rope around the reel of hose, then Enke climbled to the main deck to haul it up while Øyvind pushed from below. With Camille's help and a lot of shoving, pulling, and grunting, they hauled it up through the hatch and then rolled it across the main deck to the area above tweendeck #4.

It wasn't long after that Ernest and Gregor shuffled towards them, huffing and puffing, with the obviously-heavy crated pump. Professor Moore hovered closely behind, provided helpful instructions, "Careful lads! Watch out for that railing. You there, make way for these men!"

Pictured above, Gregor Pulaski, sled team chief and pump porter

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:53 am**

As Professor Moore and Ernest began frantically opening the crated pump, a lone figure climbed from the tweendeck hatch. A white cloth covered his mouth and nose. His shirt was torn in half. He appeared barely able to see; his eyes were watering profusely and he wiped at them continually.

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"Gawd blimey!" *cough* "Refrigeration system is buggered! *cough* "Damaged pipe. I found it!" *cough* "Spraying room and our food!" *cough, cough* "I have to..." *cough* "...to reach it!"

The man doubled over, wracked with a fit of coughing, and Moore rushed to help him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 05, 2012 3:25 am**

6:55 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Doctor Greene arrived back on the scene within that minute and immediately began examining the masked individual, looking directly into his eyes and asking, "Commander! Are you alright?"

James Starkweather continued violently coughing, although he managed to pull the cloth away from his face and nodded his head affirmatively for the physician. He reeked of ammonia.

With a look of concern, Doctor Green urged, "Commander Starkweather, we need to get you to the medical lab."

"Wait!, barked Professor Moore. "James! The broken pipe. Where is the break?"

James Starkweather was only able to speak a few raspy words at a time and his every breath was labored. He also could not keep his irritated eyes open, blinking and wiping at a constant flow of tears.

"Left...

"Left side...

"Back of...

"Pump."

Professor Moore said, "I can handle connecting our handpump to the hose." He then looked around at the gathered crew members. "I need two volunteers to go down into the refrigerator hold; someone to drag one end of this hose down into it so that we can pump in fresh air. And a different someone to go down into that hold to shut off the refrigeration pump; from what James said, I suspect that may be our only way to stop the spraying of ammonia." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:45 pm**

"I volunteer to go down into the refrigerator hold!" Douglas quickly said.

Posted: **Sun Apr 08, 2012 12:05 am**

Ewoklord wrote:"I volunteer to go down into the refrigerator hold!" Douglas quickly said.

Professor Moore nods to Doug, saying, "Thank you, Doug. Since you're more likely than others to recognize a problem with the chemical system, I'd like you to make your way into that hold and shut down the refrigeration pump. James said that the leak is on the left; that's where you'll find the compressor and piping. I would not ask this of you if it were not of the utmost importance. All of our food is being contaminated. I'll finish connecting the hand pump and will send someone down ASAP with the hose to pump in fresh air, but we have no time to waste.

"Be sure to return immediately if you find yourself in trouble. No heroics. Here is an electric torch. Please be careful." The professor hands Doug a flashlight.

As Doug climbs down into the tweendeck hold, he immediately notices that the smell of ammonia is much more concentrated than above on the main deck, and his eyes begin to water. Shadows dance about as the cluster lights sway to and fro, and the fog of ammonia prevents Doug from seeing very far beyond the large, stowed aeroplane.
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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:39 pm**

Posted: **Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:44 am**

Walking through the mist, around the large fusilage of the aeroplane, Doug sees a rectangular opening leading into the dark refrigerated hold. From within, a high-pitched hissing sound can be heard over the chugging of the refrigerator compressor. Thick vapors roll from the entryway, creeping around the plane and Doug's legs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Apr 10, 2012 5:10 am**

Doug covers his mouth with a handkerchief, but keeps steadily making his way towards the refrigerated hold.

Posted: **Tue Apr 10, 2012 7:11 pm**

Job wrote:6:55 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
"I need two volunteers to go down into the refrigerator hold; someone to drag one end of this hose down into it so that we can pump in fresh air. "

'Let me get that hose Mr.Moore'

Posted: **Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:20 am**

Anatomist wrote:'Let me get that hose Mr.Moore', said Øyvind.

At Øyvind's offer, James Starkweather stood and pulled his mask up to once again cover his mouth and nose, "Yes, lad! Our ship is on peril! I will lead the way." *cough*

Immediately Dr. Greene and Professor Moore moved forward to protest,

"No James! You are in no condition--"
"Commander! No, I urge you to go--"

"Blast it, men!" Starkweather shouted, "We have no time! I know exactly where that hose needs to be placed." *cough* "I've been through worse..." *cough* "Worse than this in the Great War. I'll be fine." *cough, cough* He waved them away. "Once the air hose is in place, Doctor Greene, I'll come see you in Medical. Come on, Mr. Raknes! We have a job to do." Starkweather moved over the hatch and dropped from sight.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:01 am**

Job wrote: "Blast it, men!" Starkweather shouted, "We have no time! I know exactly where that hose needs to be placed." *cough* "I've been through worse..." *cough* "Worse than this in the Great War. I'll be fine." *cough, cough* He waved them away. "Once the air hose is in place, Doctor Greene, I'll come see you in Medical. Come on, Mr. Raknes! We have a job to do." Starkweather moved over the hatch and dropped from sight.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind promptly followed Starkweather into the hatch dragging the hose with him.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:31 am**

7:00 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Ewoklord wrote:Doug covers his mouth with a handkerchief, but keeps steadily making his way towards the refrigerated hold.

The blackended entry to the reefer looks like the opening to a crypt. The closer that Doug gets to the doorway, the more deathly the chill and thicker the mist. In spite of his handkerchief, he senses the pungent poisonous gas beginning to burn his airways. Doug knows that he will only have a minute or less to find the pump's on/off switch inside the hold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:59 am**

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind promptly followed Starkweather into the hatch dragging the hose with him.

James Starkweather slides down the length of the ladder, hitting the tweendeck flooring with a thud and sits down hard, grunting. Scrambling back to his feet, he reaches up and grabs the end of the hose that Øyvind was dangling from above. Øyvind was standing in the middle of the ladder and pulling the hose down from the main deck, feeding it to James to coil it onto the deck. "That's it, lad! Keep it coming!"

After furiously pulling and piling the hose for a brief time, he says to Øyvind,"That should be enough." *cough, cough* "Come down and let's get this python to its pit!"

While Øyvind descended, James quickly pulls a flask from his pocket, uncorks it, and splashes the contents on the outside of his cloth face mask. Starkweather offers the flask to Øyvind, "It's finely-aged brandy, Mr. Raknes. *cough* "It'll help with the ammonia smell. I had been saving it for a.... *cough* "...a special occasion. I would say that this is just such an occasion..."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:12 am**

Douglas curses his lack of foresight when he didn't bring along a flashlight of some kind, and heads toward the far end of the room, arm groping about for anything remotely shaped like a valve.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:04 am**

Job wrote: After furiously pulling and piling the hose for a brief time, he says to Øyvind,"That should be enough." *cough, cough* "Come down and let's get this python to its pit!"

While Øyvind descended, James quickly pulls a flask from his pocket, uncorks it, and splashes the contents on the outside of his cloth face mask. Starkweather offers the flask to Øyvind, "It's finely-aged brandy, Mr. Raknes. *cough* "It'll help with the ammonia smell. I had been saving it for a.... *cough* "...a special occasion. I would say that this is just such an occasion..."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind splashes some of the cognac on his handkerchief and looking quite heroic nods to Starkweather and says 'Lets go boss' moving forward.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:21 am**

Ewoklord wrote:Douglas curses his lack of foresight when he didn't bring along a flashlight of some kind, and heads toward the far end of the room, arm groping about for anything remotely shaped like a valve.

Doug moves forward and finds himself bumping into large carcasses that bounce and rebound to shove him backwards.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 4:55 pm**

Startled by the swinging carcasses, without thinking Douglas quickly turns on his flashlight. He then smacks his palm into his forehead after realizing that he did in fact have a flashlight. He turns left, hoping for the best.

Posted: **Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:57 am**

Doug finds that the beam from his electric torch sets up such a glow from within the ammonia mist that he's only able to see a foot or two in front of him. Everything is hazy and indistinct. Immediately in front of him, he sees the large frozen meat carcasses that he bumped into, hanging from the ceiling. On his left and right, just inside the doorway, he sees the outline of stacks of wooden crates.

Moving left, he follows the stacks of crates for approximately ten feet into a corner. Dozens of large cloth sacks, possibly full of grain, are neatly piled in that space. Doug's eyes are watering profusely, blurring his vision. At the corner, he turns ninety degrees right and gropes along a row of shelving that is laden with boxes along the wall. He begins to have difficulty breathing, sensing that the acute burning in his lungs may be increasing in intensity.

It's difficult to tell from within the packed hold, but the sounds of the pump and the hissing pipe do not seem to be any louder than when he was at the entrance to the reefer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Apr 14, 2012 6:47 am**

Douglas tries (and evidently fails) to head in the opposite direction, so, to the right.

Posted: **Tue Apr 17, 2012 2:46 am**

7:05 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933

Ewoklord wrote:
OOC,Okay, here's my checks. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3466538/ Well, that doesn't look good.
Douglas tries (and evidently fails) to head in the opposite direction, so, to the right.

Doug's nasal passage and lungs felt as though he had inhaled acid. His coughing became so extreme and uncontrollable that he was forced to his knees and, unfortunately, he spasmed to gulp in more air--and ammonia--with each wracking hack. He could no longer open his eyes due to the sharp pain in his nose but attempted to crawl back the way that he came.

After struggling forward only a few movements, the vomiting started. And he could go no further...

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:44 pm**

Starkweather retrieves the flask from Øyvind, returns it to his back pocket,then says, "Alright lad, let's get..." He stops, midsentence, listening. "I think that I hear someone down here! A coughing..." Starkweather continues listening (and coughed once himself), then suddenly sprints into the mist towards the reefer hold, around the aeroplane, yelling, "They're in trouble! Mr. Raknes! Bring the doctor!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:56 pm**

Job wrote:"They're in trouble! Mr. Raknes! Bring the doctor!"

'Yes Sir!' Øyvind leaps into movement and up the hatch.

Posted: **Thu Apr 19, 2012 3:35 pm**

Anatomist wrote:'Yes Sir!' Øyvind leaps into movement and up the hatch.

SS Gabrielle's Main Deck
Øyvind arrives on deck to see a group of crewmen huddled over the now-uncrated hand pump and the fire hose, feverishly attempting to get them connected. Scanning the group, Øyvind spots Dr. Greene.

Tweendeck Hold Number Four
James Starkweather stared at the roiling ammonia fog in the refrigerated hold's entryway and steeled himself for the dangerous events to come, then plunged into it. He had no idea in which direction the crewman was located, so he stopped for a moment to look around and listen. There! A glow of light on the left! He ran down the aisle on the left, turning at the corner, squinting and blinking through his tears, straining to see anything through the thick vapors. Yes. The electric torch-glow is brighter and very close.

James' own coughing, however, was rapidly becoming worse. He knew that he hadn't much time--but if he was right, he knew that neither did his crewman!

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:49 am**

Refrigerated Hold - off tweendeck Hold Number Four

James cautiously crept forward in the fog until he saw the lumpy silhouette of a body at his feet, outlined by the electric torch. He crouched down and heard the man's raspy, labored breathing. Good, he's still alive. James reached under the man's arms and attempted to lift the body, straining mightily, but found that he was unable to do so. Damn! I'll have to drag him, he thought to himself.

He grabbed the crewman's wrists and began to pull the body along the floor, back towards the refrigerator hold's entrance.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:11 am**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:'Yes Sir!' Øyvind leaps into movement and up the hatch.
SS Gabrielle's Main Deck
Øyvind arrives on deck to see a group of crewmen huddled over the now-uncrated hand pump and the fire hose, feverishly attempting to get them connected. Scanning the group, Øyvind spots Dr. Greene.

'Dr.Greene! You must come with me, immediately!'

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:48 am**

7:10 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
U.S.S. Gabrielle's Main Deck

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind spots Dr. Greene. 'Dr.Greene! You must come with me, immediately!'

Greene looks up at Øyvind and, seeing the intense look of concern on his face, he quickly stands and moves towards Øyvind, replying, "Yes Øyvind, what is it? Is someone in trouble?"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:31 am**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind spots Dr. Greene. 'Dr.Greene! You must come with me, immediately!'
Greene looks up at Øyvind and, seeing the intense look of concern on his face, he quickly stands and moves towards Øyvind, replying, "Yes Øyvind, what is it? Is someone in trouble?"

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Job. (the tortured one)

'Starkweather sends for you, we might have a injured crew member down there'

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:10 am**

Anatomist wrote:'Starkweather sends for you, we might have a injured crew member down there'

The doctor's eyes flick from Øyvind's face to the open hatch and back to Øyvind's face, then he says, "I'm not a battlefield medic, I'm a ship's physician, but if the Commander is down there then lead on, Mr. Raknes!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:46 am**

7:10 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
Refrigerated Hold - off Tweendeck Hold #4

James dragged Doug's limp body down the aisle to the corner of the compartment, but because of the tight confines of the area--and also the cold and damp metal flooring--he struggled to get the leverage necessary to turn the body around that corner. He lifted his left foot and braced it against a shelving system, then pushed off against the rack while leaning and heaving backwards, pulling on Doug's arms. The body turned over slightly, twisting, and suddenly flopped past, causing Starkweather to lose his grip and fall to his back on the floor, bouncing his skull off the metal plating.

"Uhhnn," James groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head, then stood and renewed his efforts to save his crewman, attempting to get the unconscious man ever so nearer to the refrigeration compartment's doorway. Where the devil is Mister Raknes?, James thought while coughing from the ammonia gas.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:18 pm**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:'Starkweather sends for you, we might have a injured crew member down there'
The doctor's eyes flick from Øyvind's face to the open hatch and back to Øyvind's face, then he says, "I'm not a battlefield medic, I'm a ship's physician, but if the Commander is down there then lead on, Mr. Raknes!"
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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind goes down again with Greene 'Starweather where are you?!' Øyvind moves towards the direction he last saw Starkweather.

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:47 pm**

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind goes down again with Greene 'Starkweather where are you?!' Øyvind moves towards the direction he last saw Starkweather.

James Starkweather continued to pull Doug's body towards the doorway, his heart beginning to race from the effort, his breathing dangerously escalating amidst the ammonia gas. The hissing of the leaking pipe and the chugging of the refrigeration equipment echoed within the confines of the compartment, but he thought that he might've heard someone...

He yelled, "Mr. Raknes? In here!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:53 pm**

7:10 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
U.S.S. Gabrielle's Medical Facility

Katie Wright began to feel much better. The oxygen had helped; her lungs no longer burned and her coughing had subsided considerably. She continued to experience a lingering nausea and a bit of dizziness, so she wasn't exactly ready to run laps around the main deck--or to go back down into that hold--but perhaps she could risk moving about the ship.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue Apr 24, 2012 3:34 am**

Katie slowly sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, trying not to move too fast because of her lightheadedness. When she is able, she stands up and ventures out on deck to see what is happening and if there's anything she can do to help.

Posted: **Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:57 am**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind goes down again with Greene 'Starkweather where are you?!' Øyvind moves towards the direction he last saw Starkweather.
James Starkweather continued to pull Doug's body towards the doorway, his heart beginning to race from the effort, his breathing dangerously escalating amidst the ammonia gas. The hissing of the leaking pipe and the chugging of the refrigeration equipment echoed within the confines of the compartment, but he thought that he might've heard someone...

He yelled, "Mr. Raknes? In here!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind reacts on the voice of Starkweather rushing towards him 'Greene! grab Dougs feet ill help Starkweather with dougs arms' 'coommon! let get Doug up the ladder!'

Posted: **Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:36 am**

Seeing that Adam Henning is safe and no longer in danger, Father Rucker decides to head back to the main deck and see if his help is needed again.

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:03 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie slowly sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, trying not to move too fast because of her lightheadedness. When she is able, she stands up and ventures out on deck to see what is happening and if there's anything she can do to help.

royya wrote:Seeing that Adam Henning is safe and no longer in danger, Father Rucker decides to head back to the main deck and see if his help is needed again.

Katie and Father Rucker pass through the ship's mess and exit the superstructure to find that all of the action continues to occur back where this calamity first began: at the hatch leading down to Tweendeck Hold number four and the reefer compartment.

U.S.S. Gabrielle's Main Deck
Professor Moore and half-a-dozen crewmen finished uncrating the hand pump and had connected it to one end of the fire hose that snaked down through the hatch. Moore yelled, "Begin pumping, men, and put your backs into it! I want you men to give it everything you've got for two minutes, then we'll switch shifts.

"This equipment was built to move water, but if we can get the pump moving fast enough--and if there are no significant leaks--then we should find that air flows through it equally well."

The team of men worked into a rapid rhythm as Moore looked over to see Katie and the priest. "Miss Wright, I didn't think that I'd see you on deck for the rest of the day! Are you sure that you're well enough to be on your feet?

Moore then said to Father Rucker, "We could use your help. Would you be able to man the pump for a shift? Or, if you are willing, someone must descend below to ensure that the other end of this hose is positioned in the refrigerated compartment and that the air is flowing through."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:18 am**

"Yes, I can manage," says Katie. "I'm quite resilient. I'm not ready to go back down into the hold in my current state, but I can help work the pump. I'm stronger than most men."

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:45 pm**

Refrigerated Hold - off Tweendeck Hold #4

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind reacts on the voice of Starkweather rushing towards him 'Greene! grab Dougs feet ill help Starkweather with dougs arms' 'coommon! let get Doug up the ladder!'

"I am very glad..." exclaimed James Starkweather while coughing, "...to see you gentlemen!"

Doctor Greene had difficulty seeing through the haze within the reefer hold and through the wash of tears flowing from his irritated eyes, but he was able to move sideways past James Starkweather, stepping over the prone body to bend and grab its ankles. The team lifted the weight of Doug and shuffled through the reefer's entrance, then past the stowed aeroplane, finally reaching the ladder to the main deck.

Øyvind went up the ladder first, hooking one arm around the ladder rungs while circling Doug's chest with the other. Greene and Starkweather climbed together, alongside each other, supporting the weight of Doug's body on their shoulders. Rung by rung, they lifted and pushed and grappled and grunted until finally they emerged onto the main deck with their cargo. They all were coughing and rubbing their eyes as Doctor Greene began to examine Doug.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 4:08 pm**

Øyvind washes his face with wather grabs Starweathers cognac and drinks a mouthful, humidifies his handkerchief and goes down the hatch again 'the hose' 'i must place it in the right place!' and with that he is gone out of sight.

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:57 pm**

I will help to pump
Paul Rucker replies. The priest leaves the hard task to those who can ... like one of the sailors.

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:24 am**

James Poole returns to the scene of action and upon seeing what happens quickly offers to help pumping.

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:15 pm**

U.S.S. Gabrielle Main Deck, near the hatch to Tweendeck Number Four

Mr. Handy wrote:"Yes, I can manage," says Katie. "I'm quite resilient. I'm not ready to go back down into the hold in my current state, but I can help work the pump. I'm stronger than most men."

"Very well, Miss Wright," responds Moore, "You've proven yourself more than capable and I am grateful for whatever assistance you are able to provide. If you are feeling light-headed or ill in any way, then perhaps you might instead get an update to the Captain and First Officer on the bridge? I could send a crewman to do this, but you're likely a better judge of the situation.

Túrin Turambar wrote:James Poole returns to the scene of action and upon seeing what happens quickly offers to help pumping.

royya wrote:I will help to pump
Paul Rucker replies. The priest leaves the hard task to those who can ... like one of the sailors.

"Thank you both," says Moore. "We have two shifts of crewmen lined up, so you'll be in the third.

"I could also use help coordinating the gathering of a few essential supplies for us here on deck. In all of the rush, I'm afraid that we have not yet had time to properly organize our response.

"We could use a tank of oxygen and mask from the medical suite, along with a surgical kit. Doctor Greene brought his general purpose kit with him, but he is preoccupied and we may need the disinfectants and implements. We also have need of rope and mechanic's tools from the bo'sun's storage off Tweendeck Hold number one."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:46 pm**

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind washes his face with wather grabs Starweathers cognac and drinks a mouthful, humidifies his handkerchief and goes down the hatch again 'the hose' 'i must place it in the right place!' and with that he is gone out of sight.

Øyvind arrives at the bottom of the ladder and, unfortunately, the pleasant aroma of Starkweather's alcoholic beverage that saturates his mask is quickly overpowered by the acrid ammonia gas; his suffering begins anew. Øyvind does his best to ignore the effects and immediately lifts and begins hauling the hose towards the entrance of the refrigerated hold.

Spoiler:

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:59 pm**

James Starkweather does not look well; in between fits of coughing, he rises from the deck, yanks the cloth from his face and runs to the ship's railing, vomiting over the side. When he finishes clearing his stomach, he reaches to rub the back of his head and pulls his hand away to find that it's smeared with blood.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:40 pm**

Then tank of oxygen and mask from the medical suite it is.
Paul Rucker says and hurry to bring the stuff

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:43 pm**

"I'm a little dizzy and naseous," says Katie, "and I'm probably the fastest runner here. I'll bring the update to the bridge and bring back a reply, and maybe then I'll get to work pumping."

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:51 pm**

royya wrote:
ooc,Job, do not forget that Rucker still wants to speak to the sailor that wanted to reveal some secret to him.

There he is!

As Father Rucker runs to gather the medical equipment for Professor Moore, he catches sight of Peter Stokely, who appears to be working near the bow of the ship. Peter Stokely was the crewman who had earlier hinted to Father of things going wrong.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:09 am**

Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind washes his face with wather grabs Starweathers cognac and drinks a mouthful, humidifies his handkerchief and goes down the hatch again 'the hose' 'i must place it in the right place!' and with that he is gone out of sight.
Øyvind arrives at the bottom of the ladder and, unfortunately, the pleasant aroma of Starkweather's alcoholic beverage that saturates his mask is quickly overpowered by the acrid ammonia gas; his suffering begins anew. Øyvind does his best to ignore the effects and immediately lifts and begins hauling the hose towards the entrance of the refrigerated hold.
Spoiler:
Please make five 1d100 rolls for the upcoming rounds of action for Øyvind.
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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind drags the end of the coiled hose across the tweendeck, past the aeroplane, into the reefer unit and--deciding that the back of that chamber is better for the airflow--he pulls it to the far end of that compartment, past all of the hanging slabs of meat and past cases and cases of food that are all now covered with a film of liquid ammonia. And nearer to the refrigeration equipment.

Once there, he tests the hose, feeling for any air flow through it, and places his ear to the open end to listen--and does notice that there appears to be a moderate flow of air that is being pushed through from the main deck. A success!

From his location at the back of the reefer hold, Øyvind can hear the hard-running chugging of the refrigeration engine and also the hissing of the broken pipe that Starkweather mentioned. Øyvind can tell that he is very close to that broken equipment, but he also knows that he may be near his physical limits. When he was hauling the hose over here, the effort had caused his respiration and heartrate to increase--not a good thing in the middle of a chamber full of ammonia gas; he was dizzy and could feel the stirrings of a major headache, his lungs and eyes and nostrils were burning and his stomach was starting cramp with nausea.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Apr 28, 2012 6:23 pm**

Job wrote:There he is!

As Father Rucker runs to gather the medical equipment for Professor Moore, he catches sight of Peter Stokely, who appears to be working near the bow of the ship. Peter Stokely was the crewman who had earlier hinted to Father of things going wrong.

Father Rucker decided to delay a little bit, knowing that a moment here or a moment there is not that critical.
He addresses Peter with a low voice and encourages him to speak
You can tell me what you wanted to say son. With the turmoil all over the deck, I will be the only ears for the burden you carry on your soul.

Posted: **Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:37 pm**

Doctor Greene begins examining Douglas Orgelfinger on the main deck. Doug is unconscious; his pupils are dilated. His skin is red, almost as if he's sunburned. He checks Doug's pulse and finds that his heartbeat is strong, racing, and slightly erratic. The doctor lifts Doug's shirt and places his ear on his back, listening; the man's breathing is rapid, but shallow and has a slight rattle to it. Fluids are streaming from Doug's nose and eyes.

"Alright, let's get this man to the medical lab. I'll need to wash him down and get him on oxygen immediately. His situation is not certain, but James, you may have reached him in time..."

As the doctor looks over at James Starkweather, he sees the Commander slump to the deck.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:58 pm**

Mr. Handy wrote:"I'm a little dizzy and naseous," says Katie, "and I'm probably the fastest runner here. I'll bring the update to the bridge and bring back a reply, and maybe then I'll get to work pumping."

"Very good! Tell the Captain to maintain course and speed and that the ship is in no apparent danger. Fill him in on the details. By the time that you get back--" Professor Moore jumped up and raced towards the railing, and Starkweather.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sun Apr 29, 2012 12:43 am**

Katie hurries to Starkweather's side and quickly does an excellent job of aiding and reviving him, lending him her own oxygen mask as he obviously needs it more.

Posted: **Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:05 am**

royya wrote:Father Rucker decided to delay a little bit, knowing that a moment here or a moment there is not that critical.
He addresses Peter with a low voice and encourages him to speak
You can tell me what you wanted to say son. With the turmoil all over the deck, I will be the only ears for the burden you carry on your soul.

Peter Stokely appears quite nervous, looking around to make sure that no one is within earshot.
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With a slight grin, he confides, "We were preparing for the Crossing the Line ceremony, father. We were not allowed to tell you about it." Then his expression becomes serious and he whispers to you, "But there is something else. Many of our crew believe that Commander Starkweather is bad luck."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:25 am**

Job wrote: "But there is something else. Many of our crew believe that Commander Starkweather is bad luck."

And why is that ?
Father Paul Rucker replies
You can't judge it according to the blast at the docks and the ammonia leak right now, do you?

Posted: **Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:38 am**

Job wrote:
Job wrote:
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind washes his face with wather grabs Starweathers cognac and drinks a mouthful, humidifies his handkerchief and goes down the hatch again 'the hose' 'i must place it in the right place!' and with that he is gone out of sight.
Øyvind arrives at the bottom of the ladder and, unfortunately, the pleasant aroma of Starkweather's alcoholic beverage that saturates his mask is quickly overpowered by the acrid ammonia gas; his suffering begins anew. Øyvind does his best to ignore the effects and immediately lifts and begins hauling the hose towards the entrance of the refrigerated hold.
Spoiler:
Please make five 1d100 rolls for the upcoming rounds of action for Øyvind.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind drags the end of the coiled hose across the tweendeck, past the aeroplane, into the reefer unit and--deciding that the back of that chamber is better for the airflow--he pulls it to the far end of that compartment, past all of the hanging slabs of meat and past cases and cases of food that are all now covered with a film of liquid ammonia. And nearer to the refrigeration equipment.

Once there, he tests the hose, feeling for any air flow through it, and places his ear to the open end to listen--and does notice that there appears to be a moderate flow of air that is being pushed through from the main deck. A success!

From his location at the back of the reefer hold, Øyvind can hear the hard-running chugging of the refrigeration engine and also the hissing of the broken pipe that Starkweather mentioned. Øyvind can tell that he is very close to that broken equipment, but he also knows that he may be near his physical limits. When he was hauling the hose over here, the effort had caused his respiration and heartrate to increase--not a good thing in the middle of a chamber full of ammonia gas; he was dizzy and could feel the stirrings of a major headache, his lungs and eyes and nostrils were burning and his stomach was starting cramp with nausea.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Øyvind hurries back up the hatch.

Posted: **Tue May 01, 2012 1:21 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:Katie hurries to Starkweather's side and quickly does an excellent job of aiding and reviving him, lending him her own oxygen mask as he obviously needs it more.

Starkweather was sitting back against the railing, his face sheened with sweat, one arm draped over the base, staring ahead. He blinked and and furrowed his brow, gazing up confusedly at Katie as she attempted to help him. "The food?"

He seemed to start responding well to Katie's assistance, and then Doctor Greene and Professor Moore were at her side to help get him to his feet. "Come on, James, let's get you to medical," said Greene. As James steadied himself with an arm over each of their shoulders, Katie's eyes were drawn to a scarlet handprint on the deck where he was sitting.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue May 01, 2012 2:30 am**

royya wrote:And why is that ?
Father Paul Rucker replies
You can't judge it according to the blast at the docks and the ammonia leak right now, do you?

"No, father. I've been told that bad luck follows him, from before this expedition. And now, this happens."

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Tue May 01, 2012 4:41 am**

"Look!" says Katie, pointing out the handprint. "I think that's blood!"

Posted: **Wed May 02, 2012 11:58 am**

Job wrote:"No, father. I've been told that bad luck follows him, from before this expedition. And now, this happens."

"Share your thoughts son. Tell me what did happened in the past and I assure you that I will handle the problem"
Father Rucker replies and tries to convince the sailor in the "faith way"
But remember this son, there is no such thing as bad luck for a person. Our ways are dictated by god himself"

Posted: **Thu May 03, 2012 1:09 am**

7:20 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
U.S.S. Gabrielle's Main Deck

Anatomist wrote:Øyvind hurries back up the hatch.

Øyvind climbs back onto the main deck just in time to see James Starkweather being led away towards the entrance to the Gabrielle's superstructure by Professor Moore and Doctor Greene,and then he hears Katie Wright yell from his left, near the port-side railing; something about blood. Øyvind's eyes and nose and lungs are continuing to burn from his just-completed trip below and he suspects that he'll need a little time to recover before he's able to journey again down into the refrigerated hold.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu May 03, 2012 1:24 am**

Mr. Handy wrote:"Look!" says Katie, pointing out the handprint. "I think that's blood!"

Doctor Greene turns and looks back at Katie, then down at the blood print, hesitating for a moment, and then turns and hurriedly examines James Starkweather's hands. "Stop," he commands after seeing red on James' right hand, and the doctor quickly begins circling and scanning James' torso and legs, and then freezes as he sees a dark, wet matted patch of hair on the back of Starkweather's head. Greene carefully reaches up to move aside the hair and look at James' scalp.

"William, we have no time to lose. We must get the commander to the Medical Facility now!"

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Thu May 03, 2012 4:23 am**

"I'd better come with you and assist," says Katie. "Someone else will need to take that message to the bridge." She helps Dr. Greene with Starkweather.

Posted: **Sat May 05, 2012 12:59 pm**

"You there!" Doctor Greene yells at Gregor and Nils, who both appear to be stunned at the turn of events and standing idle.

"Get that man to the Medical Facility!" Greene gestures at Doug Orgelfinger. He mutters something to himself while turning back to attend to James Starkweather.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat May 05, 2012 1:26 pm**

royya wrote:"Share your thoughts son. Tell me what did happened in the past and I assure you that I will handle the problem"
Father Rucker replies and tries to convince the sailor in the "faith way"
But remember this son, there is no such thing as bad luck for a person. Our ways are dictated by god himself"

ooc,Do you need a persuade roll or a fast talk roll?

Peter Stokely shrugs and says, "I don't know, Father. I heard others talking about him. I heard that men have died because of him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat May 05, 2012 4:26 pm**

7:25 p.m. (ship time) – Monday 25th September, 1933
U.S.S. Gabrielle's Medical Room

Moore and Greene hustled Commander Starkweather into the Gabrielle's superstructure, followed by Gregor and Nils carrying Doug Orgelfinger by his arms and legs.

Pictured on the left, Nils Sorensen

Pictured on the left, Gregor Pulaski

The Medical Facility was getting crowded. Adam Henning appeared to be recovering on one bunk from his exposure to the ammonia gas. Starkweather and Orgelfinger were lain onto the remaining two bunks. Dr. Greene immediately hooked the two new arrivals to oxygen tanks, then rifled through the storage areas and withdrew a sharp razor to start shaving James' head.

Doug began to awaken. His first thoughts were that someone had sandpapered his throat and had thrown acid into his eyes.

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Job. (the tortured one)

Posted: **Sat May 05, 2012 8:46 pm**

Katie helps Dr. Greene as best she can and fetches whatever he requires from storage so that he can treat Starkweather without interruption.

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