Post by kiarus on Nov 17, 2011 15:51:43 GMT -5
OOC: Here is the first thread, use this time to prepare for the departure. Gather anything you need, talk to anyone you may need to, do whatever you must because we won't be coming back here for a very long time. This is intended to be a relatively short thread just to kick things off. Sort of like a celebration of sorts. Let's try to make it fun. ^^
Update: Also this thread will not follow any specific posting order. It's a 'post-as-you-see-fit' Thread and will be up till the weekend at the latest. I want to sail soon so we won't drag this thread out.
Update: Also this thread will not follow any specific posting order. It's a 'post-as-you-see-fit' Thread and will be up till the weekend at the latest. I want to sail soon so we won't drag this thread out.
The leader of The Creed, Drake Mitibuki, had been talking about the leaving of Mechanical Island for sometime now. His decree been heard by all members within The Creed both full and part time. Talk and gossip about a great adventure spread like wildfire throughout the organization. Many lower ranking members seeing this as a time to 'rank up' and prove themselves. One couldn't help but read notice, memo posted up along the different Sectors and also along the cafe.'"NEW ADVENTURE"
Looking for a new adventure, a chance to prove yourself, an exciting time, or just journey along your super cool leaders? Well the day is coming. If your interested head to the Upkeep and Management Sector and sign up!
More info will be presented at time of sign up. Limited positions available.
This particular expedition was a big deal and Drake made sure it was pushed and advertised to the best of his abilities. During the days leading up to the departure he made sure he stacked the appropriate supplies some of those include equipment for advertisement and souvenir'ing as well as base setting up. He planned on spreading the word of The Creed throughout the Dream Route as he did. The man had big things planned for the organization and this expedition would be the fulcrum that turns the progress.
So he waited.
Day by day he waited for this day to come. For the day he and his gathered men would set out and sail the oceans on behalf of The Creed.
And today was finally the day. The sound of bustling of people could be heard throughout the building. The many members running around trying to gather things, the talk of setting off on a great adventure, and the many trying to get in their last good meals. The Creed building was in total chaos at this point, but it was all for a good cause. Everyone was said to meet up at the port to dock at the boat that would set sail. For now everyone was just preparing.
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"Number One... It's time for the departure." The voice of a young woman, intern woke Drake up from his ten hour coma, coincidentally. Drake's eyes opened, no longer red, no longer aching, no longer tired. His body void of fatigue and perfectly rested; he sat up. He searched his private room that was located in his Sector with his eyes for his personal things, his long sword and metal gauntlets.
He turned himself over and brought his feet to the cold ground, they flinched at touch of the hardwood floor. "Number One... It's time-"
"I heard you." He said as he looked around in a sort of daze. His all black with white stripped pajama pants and matching shirt were handsomely disheveled complimenting his silver bed-hair. He lifted his hand to meet the silver mess on top of his head. With petite ruffles he scratched his head and pseudo-fixed his hair in one shot. He slipped into his black and white slippers that lay at the foot of his bed and walked to the bathroom.
"Number One, The departure is in one hour." He nodded as he shut the door in order to take care of business. He'd make it in time, he wasn't worrying about it. "Don't forget you have to make a speech to those that are going in thirty minutes at the port!" The young woman said, intern said.
Flush....