The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

(Welp. She's about to find out.)

Cicada walked to the door. She shouted into the hallway, "Captain! Can you come here for a minute?!"

"Y-yeah. Sure." Leah yawned, pushing herself up and walking towards the hallway.

"I hope you aren't drunk!" Cicada shouted and returned to the metal.

"I'm fine." Leah waved her off as she reached the room, kneeling down next to Cicada. She looked towards Kameo, her gaze looking down at his missing leg.

"Um," Cicada realized Leah hadn't found out about Kameo's leg, "That's a thing."

Leah nodded and looked it over, glancing over at the metal lying on the ground. "Prosthetic. . .?"

"Yep!" Cicada responded, "Want to help?"

(Have to go for a while)

Leah nodded, looking over the pieces and picking them up. She furrowed her brow in thought as she thought about how she would put the pieces together. "Do you have some paper and a pencil?"

"Yeah," Cicada pulled out a notebook and ripped out a piece, "Here."

Leah bit her bottom lip as she thought, sketching a design of a prosthetic on the sheet. She scribbled words next to the drawing and after about fifteen minutes, she returned her gaze to the metal pieces.

Cicada watched as Leah sketched a design for the prosthetic.

"It might be easier if I take these to my room." Leah sighed, looking up. "This might take a while."

"That's fine," Cicada looked at the metal, "I'll see if i can build a basic model while your working on it."

"I'm going to take a few pieces with me." Leah explained, picking up the sketch and a few metal parts. She turned around, limping back towards her room.

"Okay," Cicada thought for a second, "Don't die!"

Daso woke up still on the floor in his bedroom, his hands stained with ink. Wincing, he stood, pain coursing down his shoulder and side. Sighing, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. When the dizziness faded he headed towards the deck for some fresh air. He hoped he didn't look the mess he felt. His eyes still felt swollen from crying.

Ryan finally made his way back to his room after a few wrong turns down some corridors. This ship can't be that big, can it? He shook his head as he walked inside.

(Two words. TARDIS ship)

(TARDIS!)

Leah walked back towards her room, pausing a few times to lean against the wall as she carried the metal parts. God, this is heavy. She sighed and pushed herself up, continuing to walk through the hallway.

Once Leah made it to her room, she dropped the metal pieces on her bed, turning around to get some more supplies from up on deck. She had forgotten to get them since she had worked on the pulley system. After a few minutes of walking, which was more like limping, Leah made it on the deck, grateful for the cold sea breeze.

Cicada carefully began to mess around to make the joints for both the knee and the ankle. (This is assuming Kameo lost his entire leg. If he only lost part than it would just be the ankle.)

(Assuming that they actually get to the next port when could I join in)

(They'll get there eventually. It just might take us a while, also if any of us ever say we'll get there soon it will be a few pages till it actually happens.)

Daso leaned against the edge of the boat, the salty air stinging his already burning eyes. He noticed Leah on the deck but ignored her. She was the last person he wanted to talk to.

As Leah kneeled down to pick up a few parts, she doubled over in pain, followed by a series of coughs. She looked down, noticing that her spit was flecked with blood. Shaking her head and deciding to ignore it, Leah pushed herself up, walking back towards her room.