Yorobia

Time Bomb nodded and stood where he was, not sure how to continue. He was on the ship, but it hadn't been done in the orthodox procedure. No orders, nothing. "I suppose that means I settle in the bed with whoever Dirk is," he told himself, and he wandered until he found the sleeping quarters, entering, and looking for Dirk. "Don't even know what I'm looking for," he muttered.

@, Time Bomb cleared his throat, already seeing a future of torn limbs and blood within the sharks beneath. "My-" he began, and cleared his throat again, trying to speak more clearly, "My name is Time Bomb, and I am aboard your ship, though it is my apologies, because I had wished for a job n a pirate ship for so long, I couldn't hold myself." His head dropped, his thoughts filling his mind to the point where he could only here the reply from the pony, but he could almost feel the salt stinging his eyes, his body going under. His lungs weren't getting their air, and he was beginning to black out, and he couldn't do a single thing to stop the onslaught of pictures.

@, "Totally," Time Bomb sneered, continuing, "I saw how you spotted me while you were buying that cigar of yours, as the eyes on the back of your head saw me sneak aboard." The evident sarcasm was let go, he asked, "Before we keep going, it is best that we introduce ourselves. My name's Time Bomb."

@, Time Bomb raised an eyebrow, feeling like he was being spoken at like he was half his actual age. "My name's Time Bomb, I specialize is bombs and cannon balls, as long as they blow up at the end." Time Bomb's eyes glinted as he spoke, his mind already half on testing his new bomb, specially made for pirate ships.

Two ponies on the bed was too much for Time Bomb now. Sneaking into the captain's cabin had been one of the worst ideas he's ever had, and he couldn't really move, as there always seemed to be somepony in there at the same time. No words had been uttered yet, and the cottonweed around him under the bed was beginning to tickle him. Though he was still debating whether the ticklish substance was alive or lint. He would have exposed himself earlier, but now that he had finally come to getting enough courage to confront the captain from under a bed, the new pony had come in, and he didn't want to show himself just yet, until she was gone. Then again, it was bad enough that he had stayed under so long without letting the captain know he was on his ship! Shifting because of the uncomfortable feeling that was beginning to grow in his back thighs, he accidentally elevated himself and slammed his head onto the bottom of the bed. It was a loud sound, and though he didn't speak a single word of exclamation, he knew the ponies above him now knew his location. Crawling out from under the bed and standing up, he emitted a rapid fire sequence of words. "Pardon me, captain, but I have tried for years to become a pirate, and I thought with my talent of bombs, I wuld become in handy, but nopony had taken me, so I had to sneak on board, and I didn't know what I was thinking, and...I'd just like to become a pirate on this ship." He expected anger immediately, instinctively shielding his face.

Morning Rain sighed as she eventually got bored of watching the wavering pony drink the punch. Though it was a big harsh, she kind of wished that he would either give up or just finish up. But now the breaks between the cups grew unbelievably long, perhaps 5 seconds between finishing a cup and filling it back up. It was getting quite boring. She wished that the pony who had dared Lockon to do this had thought of something that wouldn't take so long. She sighed once more before lying down and staring at the ceiling, waiting.

Morning Rain stared at Lockon as he gulped down the punch cup by cup, and she thought she saw a hint of dizziness. She grinned, thinking in her mind that Lockon would not be able to finish the punch completely. Lockon was barely half-way through the punch and the pauses between her cups of punch were getting longer and longer.

Morning Rain got back into her spot in the circle after Krystal and Sky made their way back to the circle. Krystal then spun the bottle, half-leaning on Sky for support. After it landed on Lockon, she couldn't help thinking that she was lucky to have dodged another bullet.

Morning Rain watched in awe as Krystal hit the ground as Sky galloped over, asking her, "Are you okay?". Morning Rain stood up and went over next to Sky, inspecting her carefully. She's helped enough animals to know when an animal is in distress or pain. Though, after looking Krystal over repeatedly, she seemed to have taken the crash well. "She looks all right, I suppose."

Morning Rain watches as Krystal was flung against the far wall. She waved her hoof in front of her face like it hurt while whistling loudly. "That has got to hurt," she said as she watched her, almost cartoon like, slide down the wall to the floor.

Morning Rain had spent the last half hour or so walking about the area around the cabin, just to see the sights and stretch her hooves. She arrived home, the sky rapidly darkening. She headed inside, setting her pouch on the pouch-stand. She filled her cup with orange juice she had squeezed herself just a few days back after finding a fresh orange patch a kilometer or so from her home. She drunk it all in one gulp, and refilled her cup before drinking it all again once more. She placed it in the sink, washed it out, and finally put it in the washing machine with a few other plates and cups. She then got into her bed, closed her eyes, and went to sleep. ((OOC: Morning Rain is ready for Tuesday. Give us a sign, and I'll start posting again.))