it's not your fault that you're always wrong
The hull's a little bit fucked, but it isn't anything Jack can't call in a favour to sort out. For now, the crew's at shore for what counts as a very unusual season indeed. The Ark is usually out for LeafChange in its entirety, but with the exploration voyage and now the unexpected repairs, they'll be around more than anticipated. So, naturally, it calls for a good ol' Torchline celebration. Go us, we didn't get murdered by ghost whales, and all that.
Oh, and there's the whole Ludo shenanigans that happens this season. Jack's almost forgotten about that, and when he arrives at sunset with the stars winking overhead and a bonfire at full roar, there are people dotted around already making lanterns. Grumbling to himself, the captain takes a seat on a log nearby and grabs at a bottle of wine half buried in the sand. He doesn't do lanterns, but whatever floats their boats, he supposes.
This is a group thread for the Ark crew members to make lanterns for the Festival of Lights and to generally drink and chat and cause mayhem. There won't be much of a post order, so throw yourselves in as much or as little as you want!
Oh, and there's the whole Ludo shenanigans that happens this season. Jack's almost forgotten about that, and when he arrives at sunset with the stars winking overhead and a bonfire at full roar, there are people dotted around already making lanterns. Grumbling to himself, the captain takes a seat on a log nearby and grabs at a bottle of wine half buried in the sand. He doesn't do lanterns, but whatever floats their boats, he supposes.
This is a group thread for the Ark crew members to make lanterns for the Festival of Lights and to generally drink and chat and cause mayhem. There won't be much of a post order, so throw yourselves in as much or as little as you want!
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
