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Post by Bucket on Jan 31, 2015 22:50:44 GMT -6
The warmest part of the ship was the kitchen. It was the beating heart of their lives during the winter months. However, Twitch wasn't very welcome of company, he was always irritable when he was cold. So instead, Bucket had discovered a hidey hole on the other side of the wall of the stove. A teeny broom closet at the side of their storage space. That's where he was now, playing with a few random objects he'd found while scavenging around the ship in boredom. He didn't know what any of them were, they were rusty and jingly though, so they were atleast entertaining enough. He was surrounded by coils of old rope, chewed up blankets, a few old, shitty weapons, a pletora of random useless objects, and anything yellow. Rags, dried flowers, pottery, litterally anything, broken or not.
Currently, Bucky was huddled in a woolen blanket, though it was more patches than wool, and could barely be called a blanket anymore. He seemed agitated, curled up with his tail, and fidgeting with some of the random objects scattered around him.
The cupboard was Isible from most of the room, though there were a few crates and barrels near by that mostly blocked him from view. Not like it mattered though, by now everyone on the ship knew where his hidey hole was. And it was uncommon for him to get visitors to wanted some warmth, but who didn't want to deal with Twitch.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 0:56:43 GMT -6
Possum looked out over the edge of the Ship tentatively, a pleased grin curling the end of his lips. The Ground was still. the ship was still. Frozen. He liked it this way, he could run amuck and bound from one end of the ship to the other without worry of losing his balance... though, his tail had a great deal less to do during the winter months. He got up onto the ledge and balanced there for a minute before placing one long foot in front of the other along the railing.
He was dressed for the weather, so the cold nipping at his tail and ears was lessened by the lairs of rags he wore. Blues and grays and browns. Leather wraps and scraps of wool and fur wherever he could. And his long Brown Leather coat, he never went anywhere without it. For the better part of the afternoon, he'd spent it playing in the snow. It was soft and cold, flaky. But if he combined it with the little bit of slush where the sun had warmed it, he could make snowballs, and he discovered that when flung at the hub of the Ship, they'd stick there... and if his Aim was good enough, he could paint a picture splotch-by-splotch... Since he'd run out of Art Supplies a few weeks after the Ship was set for the Winter.
The Days were short, and soon the sun would turn the snow blue and he'd not be able to see.
He tied two corners of a looooooooong strip of Fabric together, well, truly it was a long banner of multiple fabrics sewn together, about 3 feet wide and... who knows how many feet long... he tied it to the railing of the ship and tossed it over, so that it would heap into a pile on the ground below. Running over to the ramp, he made his way off the ship and around to his fabric heap, tying the other two corners to a tree, like a really long, almost diagonal hammock. Over the last few days Possum had begun to herd the snow heaps in that direction, creating- what he hoped would be- a soft landing. he stepped back to admire his hard work and whispered to himself with sparkles in his eyes.. "Awesome." He took a moment longer to survey his masterpiece and dashed back to the ship on all fours.
'I gotta tell Bucket.' he thought, a shudder of excitement sparked though him as he shook the snow off of him. Bounding through the ship to the Kitchens, skidding and bumbling to a stop, goggles falling over his eyes, fogging instantly. Possum surveyed the area and glanced at the A teeny broom closet at the side of their storage space. He skittered over to a few crates and barrels and nudged his way between them, thrusting his hip into the crates to move them with whatever body weight he could muster.
"BUCKET!" He called out "OI!" panting and gasping his tail was wild with excitement. "I finished it!"
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Post by Kitty on Feb 7, 2015 18:06:50 GMT -6
Kitty hated winter, she hated a lot of things but winter was number one. It was cold, the snow would muck with her fur and she'd just be miserable and always trapped inside. She might not adore getting off the ship during the fall or anything but it was better than being trapped inside and having little to no food. Speaking of food she should probably eat, or well, actually get up. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as one of the many empty bottles rolled away from her, adding to the other little pile. She may have bottles scattered around but she was organized about it. Certain bottles were sorted by color, shape, size, and if they were full or not but the piles made a path from the bed to the door.
She pulled the blanket over her shoulders and sniffled, walking out into the hall. Since it was winter Kitty usually got sick around the middle of winter when it was just starting to lighten up with the harsh cold but it was still cold and snowing. So, she was sick. Kitty rubbed her eyes as her ears perked at the noise, "Too loud.." She mumbled quietly more to herself then anything but she entered the kitchen, seeing Possum and sighed.
"Keep it down.. The suns just starting to set." Her voice was quiet and sort of ruff from being sick and coughing so much so she tugged the blanket closer to her chest and over her shoulders as she dug through the cupboard.
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Post by Bucket on Feb 9, 2015 1:06:31 GMT -6
"Wha- Wait- Huh- Bu- Whaaat?"
As Possum skittered up to Bucket's hideyhole, he sat up wide-eyed and clutching (the remains of) his tail. Two One and a half ears flickered about, trying to make sense of the pandemonium. As he blundered up to the broom closet, Possum had managed to nudge one of the crates over to teeter on the edge of the crate it was sitting on top of. Bucket opened his mouth in concern, his face scrunching up in anticipation.
At this moment, Kitty tottered into the room, her tail slinking back and forth under her magnificent blanket-cloak. Bucket's saucer shaped eyes and his one good ear tracked her across the room. She made it over to a cupboard to look for more of her shiny bottles, just in time for the crate to fall to the ground in a deafening crash.
"Eeeep!" he squeaked, as he jumped back, deeper into his closet so that his back was braced up against the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 2:41:23 GMT -6
Possum stood to full height, hands triumphantly on his hips, Goggles askew on his long scruffy face. He'd been going stir-crazy all week, coming up with strange obscure things to do. He'd almost entirely given up on chasing Twitch around the kitchen with passive passion... Last he'd checked, Kitty had claimed him... so Possum had to find other things to keep him entertained.
He could hear the muffled voice of Bucket in the closet, His young Rat companion had been holed up in there all day and it was finally time to show off his masterpiece. Tail flickering impatiently, he turned quickly to face the door when he heard Kitty's voice. He was always rather scared of her. She had the same fierceness as Cap'n when she got mad, and... she was always mad. At least... at him. It all happened so fast, Kitty entering the kitchen, bucket exiting the closet, he was trying to focus his attention in two different directions at once. And that's when the Barrel toppled from it's ledge and crashed to the floor. He heard it, but he didn't see it, his Heart jumped so high he could almost feel it in his throat, next thing you know, his hands were up in the air, fingers all twisted, shoulders hunched up, eye rolled back in his head. He jumped in terror and his tail nearly knotted itself, but he was on the ground in a crumpled heap before he could take his next breath.
He hated loud noises, he hated being snuck-up on, he hated sudden movement, He hated being scared half to death, And he hated Fainting....
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