Docked Up [NWO]

[Lorelai Carhaggi]

Lori now floated just a bit above the dock, now overlooking the ocean. She had been one of the crew members who had decided to stay behind and protect the ship while the rest of the crew had gone ahead into town for supplies. While Lori usually would have gone into town in search of jewelry and new clothes, she decided to stay behind today and relax.

In the meantime, her body was in her room fast asleep. Lori herself was never truly asleep. When her physical self needed rest, she just escaped her boy, as she was doing now, with her astral projection until it was rested up.

[Alexander Brand]

A splash of rum traveled down his throat, the heavy flavors of the spices evaporating to travel through his nose. The poisonous fluid slid down his throat with a burning sensation that made him reel and gasp out as he ended his first and final swig of the day, he was not the avid drinker of hard liquors but when such a item was so precious, so beautifully aged, and had been so humorously pilfered; he just could not resist the temptation to let its mystical mind addling flavors touch against his pallet. He reveled in this activity under the assumption that he was the only one on the boat, the rest of his rather fervent crew having gone.

But he heard a noise, a creaking, perhaps just a shift of a board, but in this ship it was as if he were directly connected to it. He ran his hand against the warm (wip)