A quick tour of the Midnight Duckling

As the Bravos gathered aboard the deck, Captain Peregrine was nowhere to be seen, instead their attention was gathered by a light-haired half-elf that Robin recognized as Dariel, though the exact details of their earlier encounter were still somewhat fuzzy, thanks to the ****. He stood with his chest puffed out, a cutlass by his side and a big, charming grin on his face.

"Welcome aboard, ladies" Dariel said. Around them, most of the rest of the crew continued about their duties, uninterested in the group of newcomers, though a few stray gazes lingered on them. "The Midnight Duckling is top of the line in speed and power, an incredible ship that we're all lucky to be aboard. My name is Dariel, and I serve as something of a quartermaster here on the ship, so if you have problems bother me before you bother the captain."

Robin smiled at him, and he gave her a wink, then glanced around the upper deck for a moment, thinking. "Lets see, none of you need to worry about the guns, balloon or the helm... The captain's quarters are over there" He gestured to a shut door on the highest level of the upper deck. "But for the most part, ye'll all be down below, with the rest of the mercs."

He waved a hand and began to lead them toward a staircase which lead down below the main deck. As they descended, several of the Bravos were taken aback by just how large the interior space of the ship was. The stairs went down for three whole levels, and the space on either side seemed to stretch on for a bit. Despite the fact that the Midnight Duckling was fairly small for an airship, it was still easily at least the size of a building.

Dariel lead them past the first floor, ignoring it entirely. When they reached the mid level, he stopped, gesturing off to a broad open area full of tables and various men milling about. "This'll be the mess deck. Meals are here at regular hours provided by yours truly and our cook. Kitchens are on the other side in case you find anything tasty you want us to cook up."

He lead them down once again. "Behind us," he gestured to a sealed door, complete with a complex lock, "Is the cargo hold. None of you have any business in there, so don't let anyone catch you taking a look."

This drew some suspicious looks from a few of the girls, but Dariel just continued on. "And the living quarters are to either side." He waved both hands in either direction, where long, narrow hallways stretched and turned. The various rooms each seemed to be in varying states of construction--some with doors, some with only bits of cloth, while a few had nothing blocking the entryway at all, and were fully open to observation.

"Not much space for privacy..." Emmaline murmured. The closest room that they could see into seemed to have half a dozen or so beds, without much space between them. Anyone could pass through at any time, and it's not like sleeping in a sealed room with five strangers would be much better.

The crew, Emmaline had noted on the way down, was mostly men--about 2-3 dozen in total--though there were a few women wandering around as well. This was looking like it would be quite the trip.

"Now before we take off with a bunch of strangers, you all are gonna have to prove yerselves." Dariel said, leaning against the wall. "Both to the captain, and the crew." It felt ominous, somehow. "But there's no need to rush all that. Take your time getting comfortable and we can get to that boring test type stuff later tonight."

He gave them one more nod before he started back up the stairs, leaving the Bravos to their own devices.