STEAMPUNK SPACE PIRATES RP (STILL OPEN)

anders puts his knife away noticing that it's making everyone nervous "sorry, still used to being back on my ship, no one seemed to care"

Callisto shrugged. "I don't care." He turned to Joanna. "Are we gonna starve before they're done?"

"No, be patient." Joanna said, peeking into the oven. "Okay, they're done now." She pulled out the tray.

Estrella smiled and looked to Joanna.

anders walks back out onto the deck "what the heck made the reactor explode?"

(May I join?)

(sure)

Name: Natalia "Nat" Weatherwax
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Looks: Tall, muscular, dark brown hair and green eye. Eyepatch over the eye that's missing. Tanned, with scars around the arms and back.
Personality: The strong, silent type. Very sweet and caring to her friends but anyone who messes with her friends will get their arms ripped off. Literally.
Talents: Good at fixing/making machines/weapons, incredibly strong, a good listener.
Other: No glasses, just an eyepatch over her empty eye socket. Gryffindor. Pansexual.

(Is Natalia okay?)

(Yeah!)

(If people are here or something we could continue/in my case begin?)

( BBAACKKK Did the reactor explode or something?)

(Not that I'm aware of)

( Ok I'm gonna go watch Wonder Women now.)

(GO WATCH IT SHE'S AMAZING I LOVE HER)

( DOES SOMEONE DIE!?!?)

(UH……JUST GO WATCH IT)

( GOD DAMN IT UNIVERSE EVERYONE HAS TO DIE!)

( OK IMMA GO WATCH AND THEN COME BACK ON AND SOB.)

(the ship i was on exploded and i slammed my head on the hull of this one)

(oh yeah)

Callisto wiped his hands. "Look sharp fellas! We have arrived!"

( Can I just hop in and we can pretend I was always there?)

(Eh I think you should wait til we get to the port and run into us)

(Should I wait too?)

( That issssssssssssssssss?)

(Yeah and soon bro soon)

Callisto wiped his hands. "Look sharp fellas! We have arrived!"

Liam walked to the bow of the ship, watching as they began to land.

Estrella looked off to the port, "I'm a girl."

"I know, it was a general statement Essie."

Constance glanced around from the port. People milled about the area, boarding and leaving their ships. She shifted her bow and quiver on her back uncomfortably. She hated being around so many people.
A ship neared the edge of the port, a figure (or two) stood on the bow. Her mind, naturally curious, wondered what journey they took or are currently taking. Even though it sounded fun, she'd probably die on a journey like that. She scoffed to herself and sat down.