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I have found that holidays for those that live their day to day lives on ships are fundementally different then those practiced on land. We may call them the same names, but the practice is always different. Traditions shift from the norm due to shared experience. One ship may hammer stakes of oak to prepare for an attack from a certain type of bloody drinking fiend that finds them every year, while another has their entire crew dance in the nude in memory of a long passed and eccentric mage-Captain who did so to heal his magicks. Either way these things would be seen as odd to anyone else, yet are accepted practices on that ship.
Why do I bring this up, you may be asking? It is by observing the insular idea of a crew that we can understand, in small, faster form, our own homelands. Each craft and crew is a land all it's own. Not a family, though many say otherwise. Families do not jockey for positions, plot, and fight for thier lives together the way a long-flying ships' crew does. But there is a camaraderie beyond creed, nation and origin one can not ignore.
By watching your own crewmates, you can understand the evolution of humanity and it's kin with much greater wisdom than any book.
What could they be thinking? Stay alert, they have not avoided capture for so long due to foolishness.
Lunasa well wishes Reial. To those who are remembering as well as celibrating, my heart goes to go you.
A year ago, I was almost assured that by this time the next year we would be enthralled in battle. Reial and all her islands held their breath in antisipation for bloodshed. Yet we meet this day, one hopes, with the well-wishes the holiday is meant for.
I can only hope it holds out.
[A few seconds, then, as if he almost forgot...]
And my thanks, for those who graced me with gifts.
[Filtered to Luke]
I do hope my gift reached you in time M'lord. I am sure it is not as fine as those from home, but I promise it is well made and well sharpened.
[Private//Med. Hackiblity]
A saint's name passing my lips in other then a curse is strange, yet I can not argue with the affect it has on others, one way or the other.
I shall keep my journal close, for I doubt a haverst will go by without some blood to feed the crops.
((ooc: Alright folks, Delita is suffering from a few too many Insanity Peppers. That static... was from his Holy Swordsman powers going rather berserk in his panic, so anyone that can sense magic/energy probably just felt the spike right through their temple))
I must say I am still oddly pleased with the outcome of the races in the Badlands, even though it means the Vohemaro pirates won. In fact, I wish to give a slightly late, yet heartfelt congratulations to them. A show of skill is a show of skill, regardless of old rivalries.
Now to more pressing matters.
This contest in Licere is an amusing distraction, and on the surface a rather heartfelt one. As others have said: One should not wait for a contest to fullfill their dreams. But I have to wonder what this radio show gets from this. I saw no advertising in their announcment...
Just a thought.
((ooc: As stated in his plot post, Delita just woke up to a nakid Francis in his bed! ANyone looking out at this loverly...oh 4 am event... might see Delita storming down the halls in nothing but a pair of drawstring sleep pants and very mussed hair. And thanks to either the struggle or Francis' roaming hands the string is broken and poor Delita is fighting to keep his pants from falling off while he rants. Expect plenty of "thee"s and "thou"s if you try to talk to him XD))
I am.. surprised to say the least. These races were practically pleading for some brand of disaster to occur. A bombing, and assination... yet nothing occured. And while there was much pompus bragging over the Network, there were few incidents of outward violence in of itself.
I suppose there may be hope for you yet, Reial.
I... am the lowest ranking of the officers aboard the Victoria II. This... does not bode well. Rank means little to me, except for the worries of being replaced. I can not risk my position here! There is too much at risk.
Something I must work upon, I should think.
But I DO have the up-most faith in the pilots of the Ivonian Navy, regardless.
[Private//Practically begging to be hacked]
In a way, the sport is but a reflection of the countries participating. A mini war without the death and loss.
...for now.
Instead, Reial, I shall speak to you about a distinction. One between assassinations and terrorism.
What has happened to the leadership of Ivona was no assassination. Assassination suggests a desire to kill a man solely due to his place in the world. To kill to change a government on it’s most basic of levels. An assassin kills clean. A rifle, a drop of poison, a dagger between the ribs.
Terrorism is loud, bright, flashy. Killing indiscriminately. Not to change the position of those killed, but those that see the bodies cooling in pieces on the street. To show those that looked to said leaders for hope that said hope is a lie. That if these men and women are not safe behind their stone and iron walls, then what is there for you and I?
Consider who was the real target of this attack Reial. Consider it very, very carefully
[Filtered to the Victoria II]
As talented as our resident poets may or may not be, I suggest such displays NOT be made over the public airways...
[Filtered to Luke]
I hope the air finds you well M'lord.
jjoooooooooooo09999999999999999suuuuuuuu
[Switches to Voice]
......rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [continued sounds of purring]
[ooc: Chi fell asleep on Delita's journal. He'll chase her off soon, but journals are nice and warm, so your journals are not safe Vicky! Feel free to have her napping on your own machines. Ivona's finest, topped by a kitten]
((ooc: Delita is now Confused. And attacking his crewmates with a scary intensity. Sorry guys.))
...it has been too long, I have almost forgotten the taste Teitra...
[A short silence as Delita notices his journal is on, then a scramble as he shuts it off in a hurry]
I have a bit of brandy, if you're willing.
Regardless, the break is nice. I think I shall go off ship, perhaps get a drink or two if anyone happens to be doing the same.
