Delilah Dirk (
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deercountry2021-10-02 04:17 pm
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A Merry Jaunt Upon The Sea
Who: Delilah Dirk, Luz, and Varian
What: Charting and exploration using Delilah's flying boat.
When: Early afternoon, start of October.
Where: Darcmouth, Pthumerian Ocean

She spent her nights in her small bunk on her boat. It had all she needed, really. A tiny little kitchen, somewhere to sleep. A few books of poetry, from the old world. Mostly in Greek. In times past, she'd sail her little ship from port to port - the entire Mediterranean Sea had been her playground, and she'd known every inch of it.
This was new territory, and while she missed the sun-kissed days and the bluest waters - there was new adventure to be found here. Though the vast ocean beyond was...different. There were things about it that she couldn't quite put her finger on, couldn't quite put words to. Things were different. It was far more than the different, starry sky she looked up at some nights, when laying back on the deck.
But today, well, today was going to be an adventure. She'd received word she'd be having guests aboard. She hadn't cleaned up - there was little enough on the boat that it hardly made much difference, really - but she had worked on breakfast. Pan-made biscuits, breakfast meat, and some fruit - and juice, of course. Because the Turkish coffee - or the closest ersatz she could make, anyway - she was brewing was...potent.
She would be easy enough to find, and hadn't bothered with directions - after all, how many sailboats tied up at the dock were there? And how many would smell of breakfast?
What: Charting and exploration using Delilah's flying boat.
When: Early afternoon, start of October.
Where: Darcmouth, Pthumerian Ocean

She spent her nights in her small bunk on her boat. It had all she needed, really. A tiny little kitchen, somewhere to sleep. A few books of poetry, from the old world. Mostly in Greek. In times past, she'd sail her little ship from port to port - the entire Mediterranean Sea had been her playground, and she'd known every inch of it.
This was new territory, and while she missed the sun-kissed days and the bluest waters - there was new adventure to be found here. Though the vast ocean beyond was...different. There were things about it that she couldn't quite put her finger on, couldn't quite put words to. Things were different. It was far more than the different, starry sky she looked up at some nights, when laying back on the deck.
But today, well, today was going to be an adventure. She'd received word she'd be having guests aboard. She hadn't cleaned up - there was little enough on the boat that it hardly made much difference, really - but she had worked on breakfast. Pan-made biscuits, breakfast meat, and some fruit - and juice, of course. Because the Turkish coffee - or the closest ersatz she could make, anyway - she was brewing was...potent.
She would be easy enough to find, and hadn't bothered with directions - after all, how many sailboats tied up at the dock were there? And how many would smell of breakfast?

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"Well- it sure smells good in there. If nothing else, we might get a decent breakfast out of it even if we don't find anything," a beat. "Or get murdered by a sea monster."
He clears his throat, raising his voice a little to let their captain know they'd arrived.
"Uh- ahoy there? We made it?"
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Luz was in tow with Varian, and much more chipper than usual. She'd finally got a full night of sleep, which had turned into a day and that in turn had invigorated her. She may not have had a full on actual ship jaunt, but she was more than ready to lend a hand with anything that was needed. They were hunting for adventure, after all.
"Delilah? We're here and...ooh, what's that smell?"
She was all ready for an adventure, honestly!
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"Oh, hullo, Luz, good timing. That'd be breakfast."
The head disappeared then popped up again.
"I don't know you," she added to Varian, "but also hello! Come aboard, I've got food and..."
She frowned, briefly.
"I'm not supposed to give young people coffee, am I?" She thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs. "Well, do as you will. Turkish coffee is on. Or as close as I can get it."
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It's mostly good-natured ribbing at least. He smiles awkwardly as Delilah pops her head up again to look at him, raising a hand in greeting.
"Uh. Hi. I'm Varian," he points at Luz, helpfully. "Luz brought me. Obviously. Because I'm here with Luz."
How he makes friends with anyone new is honestly a mystery to himself, too.
"It's okay, coffee's fine. I'm pretty sure it won't kill us."
Though both of them might regret it if this idiot gets coffee in his system.
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He doesn't have to know it's a flying boat yet. She'd warm him up to that. Oh look, there'd Delilah.
"Yes, it is mI the Luz that brought him, me."
She could tease too.
"Oh, sure! I've had Cafe Bustello with my mom, so I'm good! No cream in mine though. Can't process it."
Maybe coffee would help Varian by distracting him?
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"Come aboard, grab a plate, and fill up, eh what?"
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He won't, it's an empty sibling threat and he knows Luz knows that. The coffee would definitely help Varian be a little more distracted. Heck, it might make him feel less like he's tired enough to sleep on a bed of rocks. He smiles, climbing aboard the boat, grabbing a cup.
"Thanks, if I knew I was getting free food out of this I would have run here."
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Yup Varian, just casually reminding you that magic is awesome. He wouldn't, but still. She might have hated Varian staying up on coffee considering last month, but they WERE on an adventure, probably better that he was alert.
"Perfect, gracias!"
Luz gave him a light elbow but secretly agreed with him.
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"Adventuring requires proper food, and we're going to be daring the seas today. Best to be properly fortified!"
Thus, the coffee. She, being half English, would prefer tea, but they brew it from mushrooms here and it is all wrong. A blasphemy. She's not sure on what might or might not be holy - but she knows unholy when she sees it.
She plonks down the trays. "Dig in while I cast us off and get us out into the harbour."
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He wouldn't. No really. Not ever. He snickers at the elbow nudge, having a sip of the coffee, which really is very good. At some point, Varian will have to introduce her to Fern- the benefit of living with a literal plant person is that he can grow just about anything. The Disaster House is fortunate in that, at least.
"Thanks, it looks like a great spread," he'll do just that thank you. "And honestly, it's the first real adventure I've had...in a while. Discounting stuff that happens within the town, anyway."
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Luz herself has some of the coffee and visibly bristles at the taste. Boy, but that is STRONG! She definitely felt more pumped up though, and was rip roaring ready for an adventure!
Also, yes, please tell Luz about what Fern can grow so she can hatch a plan to get a certain someone her clothes back.
"Varian, you have some more of the food. I'll hold off and help Delilah make preparations for the ship."
Luz was very hungry but wanted to make sure she helped out first and got familiar with their vessel.
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"Make sure there's no obstructions on the ropes," she called out, then pointed back behind Varian.
"Turn the tiller hard over!" she called, gesturing that he should turn them away from the dock. Because she was just about ready to deploy the mainsail.
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He raises his hand to give a lazy salute to Delilah, moving to turn the tiller, pushing it hard, muscle memory coming back to him after all this time away.
"Got it."
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But Luz was just teasing: she figured that Varian would want to help get involved with helping to set sail too. Luz was already running her hands over the ropes to make sure there are no snags or accidental knots, and a minute later Luz called out to Delilah.
"We're good!"
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"Steady as she goes!" she calls to Varian, swinging from the front of the boat to the back on a rope with the same ease one might walk a few steps.
She lands gently, sits in the same motion and crosses her leather-booted legs, fluffs out her skirts like a prim lady of old, and picks up her coffee to sip it.
Is it entirely safe to leave a harbor at full speed? Absolutely not. But it's not exactly a busy port, is it?
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"Looks clear from this end."
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Luz couldn't help but try to get to the front of the boat and leave her arms open wide, taking in the first rip of breeze against them as the smell of the ocean hit her. The girl let out a laugh and looked back at the two older people.
"It's the best!"
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She nods at Varian.
"Good handling," she says, finally. "Bit of a boatman, then?"
Tough she does reach out to make one small adjustment to the tiller with a single touch, eyeing the waters ahead of them.
"I say, it gets deep awfully fast from the shore."
First unusual thing from the day.
She fished a map out of her outfit, flicking it open.
"They say there's fishing grounds just offshore - you'd think there'd be more boats out."
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"It's been a while, but I grew up in a coastal kingdom. On the mainland of it, but we used the river a lot to get supplies to the capitol."
He doesn't seem to mind the adjustment, peering over at the map.
"You really would be- and it's strange it gets so deep so fast. Almost like there's a massive drop in the land."
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"A drop? Is there any way that we could actually test out how far out it goes? I don't suppose anyone has any SCUBA gear on them?"
Or even knew what that was, Luz.
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She gestured with a steeper curve. "We get to deep water more quickly than is usual...this is more like what I've seen with volcanic islands."
She turned to Varian.
"Not any of those around here, are there? Oh, and what's a scuba?"
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"Yeah, it's strange it's happening so soon, I really hope this doesn't mean we're actually on a volcanic island," he grimaces. "Because that would be very in-keeping with the general nightmare world we had to live in. Just surprise volcano."
He scrubs his chin.
"I don't have any on me, but I'm sure I could put some together once we're back on land," he smiles at Delilah. "It's a mechanism that lets you breathe underwater- you attach an oxygen tank to your back and put some flippers on your feet and down you go."
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He could, after all, go down farther depths than any of them could.
Luz nodded, and then something occurred to her. "I wonder if there are things in the water to make sure that we don't go any farther than we're meant to. I kind of got that impression with the sky when I was flying one day."
Luz, go back to feeling fancy free. Now you're in Dipper theory mode.
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She pointed at the food.
"Oh, right, load up before it gets cold. It'll fortify you if it rains," she added, finishing her thick coffee in one long sip. She pointed at the tiller. "I'll take over for now, Mr. Varian."
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He smiles, doing as he's told to eat more food- don't have to tell him twice.
"Thanks and...hah, just Varian is fine. You don't have to be fancy. Here's hoping it doesn't rain, I don't like to think what this water is like if the visibility's reduced too much."
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Ironically, dork is a 1960s derivative of dirk.
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