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((I'm really sorry to cut this short, but I've had some RL stuff come up that I need to fix. I hope you all find a good RP to join but I need to sort my head, deepest apologies, hope you all enjoyed it while it lasted!))

The tunnel itself is exactly that, very dark, very narrow in places and largely... boring. And this sadly continues for a long while, until you hit a fork in the road... three different directions. None of the three directions seem particularly noteworthy at this point. No senses from spirits...

"Oooh... the idea of playing around is, enticing... very enticing with you." <Stype takes a moment to share the pitcher, not particularly thirsty just enjoying her company. He wraps am arm around her hip and pulls her in a little closer, enjoying just the general feel of her, also another...

The smugglers caves were pitch black... as soon as you enter the caves the whole feeling around you changes. Inside there is no Moon, no light; it's cold it's damp and the sounds of the waves bounces everywhere, it's very disorientating.... Ahead of you is just darkness and silence, just a deep...

The Buzzard waves a dismissive hand at the cat, the lightest hint of a smirk? just maybe... "Ah git on the boat will'ya... the Pirates can't get this close t'the coast or they'd risk scuttlin' their ship. Nah, we're safe from all part from the Dogs. ...And fer the record, me chicks get the Boat...

The Gulls waited in silence until the group arrived, putting away hip flasks full of brandy and tobacco. "This new tobacco stuff is great, the new worlds got some fun stuff... wonder what else we could get from cross-Atlantic goods. Mmh... lookit, they came. the Gulls parted ways to make way for...

<Urthstrype takes in all the information, plenty of time to get this dance right, but also a concerning comment on damage... perhaps he can find some use for his skills later, everyone needs a fixer, even in a multi-dimensional super resort. Handy info. That's about as far as his head can get...

The dusk was coming over quite quick as you walk towards Rock-a-Nore. Here the whole place was quiet, all the Fishermen were in the pubs, all their wives had closed up the huts and... frankly probably joined them in the pub... the locals are largely predictable. The area around Rock-a-nore is...

Shopping went as expected! Chalk was easy to come by, traders seem to have a lot of it... the vixen selling one fresh out of a cart: "Fresh from the White cliffs of Dover! you'll never get a finer chalk! Our white cliffs our the source of the best chalk on the Isles!" It's plenty cheap, anyone...

The day in Hastings doesn't really change, if you need to fetch supplies the local Markets are still full of over enthusiastic folks vying for your coin; Dog soldiers and Badger Warriors still patrol sparingly, but mostly folks are minding their own business. Towards the end of the day the...

The Gulls stood up and started to make their way out, This time a different Gull speaks, he's huge, burly, has 'Mum' on a tattoo on his arm, one of those kinds of folks... "There aint no money in this fer us, we're offerin' you passage through the Smuggler caves aye, but YOU are gettin' in the...

((Sorry, migraine today. I'll respond to this tomorrow when I can look at a screen without going green. ^^))

The Gulls relax once the agreement had been made, they slouch back into chairs, go back to drinks and casual conversation, the Gull who had done all the talkin' gives a good firm nod. "You'll meet us beyond Rock-a-nore at Nightfall, no later; we aint waitin' around, miss the boat? tough shit...

"Our story lass is like yers, best left unsaid... we're just some, well to-do gentlemen who like to fish, is all we are." There was a general nod of agreement from the rest of the Flock, as maruis. Zuri and the Final Gull step over, the business really starts. "Yer man there is plenty subtle...

The Gulls are paying you very little notice, if at all, just telling really, really bad jokes, drinking and being obnoxious in general... it takes some time before they start to take notice. First one looks up and spots two stranger, the another, then another. It's like watching real life...

The Father leaned in with a hushed tone. "Them's the folks you watch the wall for when they go by... some of them anyways. Aint regular customers here, I'd wager those folks who just came in are meetin' 'em here, all clandestine like. Best not t'get involved... unless yer the type who likes a...

As Umbra walks through the door, the Badger lady looks up and gives the Dog a look over... "Yer about ten minutes late if yer lookin' fer work, I'd shoot yer arse to the Dolphin afore they all go. They can brief you, there'll be good money in it if you can catch up." She returns to her bar...

The Folks in the Dolphin act same as always, they take a look at the new folks that walk in the door, then back to their drinks. Seems this place is a relatively busy place compared to the FILO, there's a big crowd of folks who have filed in since Marius arrived, burly Seagulls, they clapped the...

The Road to the Dolphin from the FILO was actually, quite short luckily, about ten minutes walk between the two... Mostly the attention for you two is drawn from the hug Gator, hard to ignore. The journey was mostly littered by traders so the attention is largely thus: "Ey! Big guy! Bet you...

<Strype can't help but run his hands through that big bushy tail as it grinds up against him, letting out a soft growl of... happiness. he considers the three dance types, and seems to have one very much in mind of the three...> The Lambada you say... I think I can manage that... if you think...