January Horsing Around | Gold Ship Open Catch All

[goldship]

Who: Gold Ship and Friends* *everyone is a friend if you stretch the meaning far enough
When: All throughout January
Where: EVERYWHERE
What: Gold Ship goes from place to place to stay active, likely causes chaos in the process.
Content Warnings: There will be NUDITY, there will possibly be FLIRTATION, there will be AGGRESSION, there will be FELL CRAB RITUALS, further warnings to come as need be.

[ooc: If there's anything specific you want feel free to reach out or just smack me with a wildcard! ]

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Marelys Docks

[goldship]

[ Late at night, on a particular wharf is a peculiar sight. A circle of lanterns has been arranged, in the center of which stands a dark hooded figure, clad in heavy robes, chanting to a captive audience. The audience? Frost Crabs.

Dozens of them. Some swaying, some still, all with their pincers raised high above their heads, clacking in tune with a faint melody the chanting individual is producing through bloomcraft. What ominous chant is thiss figure repeating, with a deep, effected tone? ]

One zero zero zero zero one zero zero zero zero, one zero one zero one zero zero zero!

[ Okay. That's weird. She continues, because of course it's she, it's Gold Ship. ]

One one one zero one zero zero one, one zero one zero zero one one zero, one zero one zero one one zero zero!!!

[ She throws back her hood. There's a maniac gleam in her eyes and... a frost crab atop her hat. A frost crab who's sporting their own miniature copy of Gold Ship's hat and headgear. ]

Loyal soldiers of Golshi-sama's crab army! Pool your strength with mine, let our prayers be heard! By our power combined let what was taken be returned! Let what is missing be found! Let what is Lost be ended after three seasons! Let all who trespass upon our most sacred of rituals know terror before their punishments are at hand!

[ At this pronouncement Gold Ship turns her vision to YOU, dear interloper! Her eyes glow a sinister red, the musical tone stops, the crabs go silent, a fell wind blows out the lanterns And Gold Ship.

Approaches.

The crabs are gone, there is only this Menacing Horse. Have fun with that.

It's a bit though, probably, don't worry too much. ]

[stormkingofshepherds]

[Well, Gold Ship isn't the only one who's formed a crab army. Belle is definitely still trying to get enough to form her crabputer, and she's been keeping track of them in her own way. She's responsible enough that Nathaniel isn't worried when she's out later, but he is worried when she ends up shaking him out of bed and dragging him and Macy to see what's going on.

So Gold Ship is going to see a scarred young man leaning on a walking stick, with a bug bearing a spherical stone shell in front of him, already trying to get closer, while a floating fly trap hovers by his side. Both the Pokemon immediately seem to tense up, their positions shifting slightly as if preparing for a fight. Nathaniel, meanwhile, simply stares right back, looking Gold Ship in the eyes.]

You're out late. [He lifts his walking stick, tapping it just once on the ground, punctuating his sentence with the sound.]

[goldship]

[ Well, of all the wild things she expects to encounter after her little goof off session/meramancy practice session, this? This was not on the list. Dude looking like he just walked out of some sorta battle manga with a couple of... is that a plant with a face. That's floating. W

What. ]

An umamusume is never late! [ She crosses her arms, her tone taking on a forced deep affectation. ] Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to.

[ She nods sagely, holds his gaze and-

Starts laughing, dropping the entire act in a second and flashing a peace sign. ]

This is the best time ta work on stuff, dude! Ya don't gotta worry 'bout gettin' in other folks' way.

[stormkingofshepherds]

[Oh, now he notices the ears and the way they move. And that word..."equine girl"? He thought Pokemorphs were just fiction...or animorphs or whatever they're called in places without Pokemon.

Most of these thoughts don't show on his face, although he does drop some of the intensity when she does, and both his Pokemon relax.]

Well, I guess Belle agrees with you. I think she was curious about what you were doing with those crabs.

[Belle lifts a claw and clicks it several times, seemingly imitating the previous binary pattern Gold Ship was chanting.]

Bellvine Hill Proper Instruction Quest | CW: Nudity will be happening in these At The Least

[goldship]

[ Gold Ship's usual Red Knightly Gentleman Attire is uh... rather a complicated garment to repair, as she's found out, it takes awhile for the mending after the duels. So she had to go out and get a few cheaper outfits that won't take forever and an age to fix post battle. Because of course she wants to square off again and again as much as possible, it's not even because cute girls are going to get their clothes knocked off! That's just a bonus! It's mainly because she's finally gotten an outlet for her recently growing aggression issues that for should, in theory, make sure nobody actually gets hurt. So here's Gold Ship standing in the middle of one of the practice rooms as her newly assigned partner is sent to their sexy dueling doom, doing some warm up stretches and looking fly in...

It's just a musketeer uniform, but like, low quality like you'd see off the rack at a Halloween store. She had a couuple of these put together, all in blindingly bright reds and equipped with a half cape she can swish around dramatically. She's even gone so far as to secure a rapier for her enchanted dueling blade, half to fit the look and half because she's always been a keener hand at fencing than she's been kendo, which is kind of surprising for someone who likes to barrel through obstacles with pure power. Her usual hat is gone but she has put her headgear on to ensure her hair doesn't get wild and in her way. Already had that happen in her first duel, fine at the time because emotions were high, but today she's out here to compete!

Once her opponent has entered and locked the door behind them Gold Ship ceases her stretching. The rapier, discarded on the ground next to her, has her foot slide under it and kick it up into the air where she snatches it before it can fall back down. Yes, she's been practicing. ]

Yo! [ She grins and flashes a peace sign with her free left hand. ] On a scale of one ta ten how easy do you need me to go on ya?

HELP WANTED | Various Locations

[goldship]

[ At some point in the month a WRITTEN NOTICE will find its way plastered in every barrack common room, it reads as follows: ]

HELP WANTED

Fellow Advisors, an umamazing project is in the works! One that will inspire the fiery spirit of competition long after the year here is out! Our lasting legacy and gift to the people of Rosavelle.
Further details would be SPOILERS, I ain't gonna spill just yet, but I do need some very specific assistance.

Anyone with a musical background, anyone who can sing and dance or play an instrument, and is willing to help teach folks who might not have a single clue on what the heck it is they're doing are needed! If you've got the chops to help drill a buncha amateurs come talk to me at the Stag's Rest Lounge, second day of the week in the afternoon.

If you got a background in construction, smithing, carpentry, or otherwise know your way around putting stuff together then I got work for you too! Meet me outside the Everlight Forge, first day of the week, afternoon.

How about fitness? Do you like your PEAK GAINS and maxing out your reps? Would you like to impart some of that knowledge to others and PUMP. THEM. UP? Stay Golden Gym, every day of the week, just poke your head in odds are I'm gonna be there at some point or another.

Looking forward to talking to ya! Everyone else? Keep your eyes and ears open, this is gonna be big!

- ✌ Gold Ship ✌

[ Take her up on one or more of those offers? You'll find her where she said she'd be! ]

[likememore]

[Even before she gets more than a few words into the notice, she knows who wrote this - a certain adjective advertises that like a sign at the scramble crossing. But Ena's eyes widen as she starts to actually read the requests, and she wonders what the crazy uma has in mind as she internalizes the needs of the project. Music - she's got that, so she knows where she's going; construction - hard construction, she'll be no help; and fitness - she's still learning those things herself, she's not ready to start teaching anyone, she'll get someone hurt. That makes the choice easy, and she marks Tuesday off on her mental calendar. And debates picking up a physical planner if she isn't getting her phone back.

Tuesday afternoon comes, then, and Ena shows up at the lounge in athletic shoes, a sensible skirt, and with her game face on.]

All right, Gold Ship, when's the live show and who am I teaching to dance with me?

[goldship]

[ Gold Ship is very much not dressed for the vibe of the Lounge. She's fresh off of training with the horses, so she's sat there in a tracksuit, her signature headgear and hat on as always. The table she's at has several notebooks opened out on it that she's been writing in. There's a large decanter of a cider, and two glasses, the one closest to Gold Ship is half full.

Her ears perk up and her eyes follow as she looks up from her books. She's instantly grinning. ]

Oh-ho? Ya ready ta jump on stage Ena? Atta a gal! C'mon, sit down. [ Without missing a beat she takes up the decanter and fills the empty glass, gesturing with a wave of her hand. ] You don't got anythin' like umamusume racing in your world I'm gonna guess, yeah? No big sportin' events that close out with a massive concert later in the night?

[bladeofconquest]

Reading the notice brought a fond smile to Corrin's lips; no prize for guessing who the author of this notice is. It seems her friend has something rather big planned, and is looking for all kinds of help, including the kind that Corrin can provide. At the appointed time, Corrin arrives at the Red Stag Lounge to help do her part for this mysterious project.

"Hey, Golshi. Need a good pianist for your project?"

[goldship]

Is that a sore thumb sitting around in the Lounge or is Gold Ship just dressed inappropriately? We know the answer, little miss tracksuit is over here with her ridiculous bridal and hat on. She's nested herself into one of the large circular couches that has a table, a table that's haphazardly covered in books and notes, as well as a pitcher of cider and glasses.

When Gold Ship hears Corrin's voice her tail instantly starts wagging, her face lighting up with a grin as she looks up at one of her favorite people.

"M'not so sure 'bout that. Good's one thing, havin' a dragon princess grace our production with her music though? I might be a little unworthy."

She laughs and pats the seat next to her. That duel really did do wonders, there's not an ounce of hesitation or urge to try and throw up a wall here.

"But if you're willin' ta help out I ain't gonna look a gift deer in the mouth! You haven't picked up anythin' 'bout idol concerts by any chance, have ya?"

[bladeofconquest]

"Nonsense. Any production you're directing is one I definitely want to be part of." Corrin replies as she takes the seat Gold Ship directs her to. It's nice now, the rhythm that they've fallen into since the duel. She looks out at the table, piled high with papers.

"You've been busy." She motions to some of the closest pile of notes. "May I take a look?"

She wiggles her hand at the question. "A little, from talking to you and Kanade. It sort of sounds like the shows they put on in the Cyrkensia opera house with singing and dancing, but a little more...flashy?" She ventures.

Re: HELP WANTED | Various Locations

[loveschasinglost]

Camila stood just outside the forge entrance, arms folded behind her back as she sat at relative attention.

...she hoped this could go smoothly. She could use the work, whatever the project. It steadied her, she found. But this one... She had been avoiding this one for a reason, but the request had stirred the sense of duty that underlaid so much of her instincts. If she could help, she must.

"Ah, Miss Gold Ship. You sought carpenters?"

[goldship]

The time period for the forge meetings was picked due to it being around when she typically takes her breaks on the days she helps out there. So Gold Ship is meeting Camila outside in her Forge Gear, which amounts to a tank top, long pants, her weird bridal headgear thing to keep her hair under control, and not much else.

"Oi, oi. I got a couple of years left before anyone should be callin' me 'Miss'! S'just Gold Ship."

She crosses her arms and huffs, clearly for show since she's smiling the whole time.

"Sure am seekin' though, Mysterious Stranger! We got stadiums an' stages we're gonna need ta get built in the next couple of weeks!"

[loveschasinglost]

Camila nods. Her own attire is much as it always is, with solid practical pants and a jacket covered in just enough ornamentation to suggest a military uniform without actually being one.

"Very well. I shall do so in the future."

She bows slightly in acknowledgement, tone flat and vaguely deferential in the manner of both sergeants and contractors across the worlds.

"Stadiums and seating? I believe that sounds manageable. I have been assigned to similar tasks in the past."

Closed to Geranium | Geranium Barrack (Anthony's Song)

[goldship]

[ Here's the thing. Gold Ship is doing better, yes, much better than she was at the end of December, but she's still uh... not really keen on being in the barrack anymore? All throughout the month she can be found coming and going at odd hours and not staying for longer than would be needed to wash up or change clothes. Sometimes she's coming with bundles of clothing after finishing her laundry, other times she's leaving with boxes of books, writing supplies, and what seem to be drafting materials? Protractors, compasses, things of that nature. At one point she straight up is leaving the room with the entire damn mattress rolled up, tied tight with ropes, and tucked under her arm like it weighs nothing. Encountering anyone else in the barrack during these excursions just gets a nod and a "Yo" as she goes about her business.

She will not elaborate. She will have to be confronted if anyone wants elaboration. ]

[lovelikeyou]

Oh - are you moving out?

[ Rose is more curious than concerned; is that something they're even allowed to do? For her part, she comes back to the barrack occasionally, but probably less than most people. She doesn't really need to eat or sleep after all, even if both are fun. She's not sure she'd want to move out, though. Where would she even go? And she'd be all alone there... ]

[goldship]

Y-yeah. Kinda.

[ Really, Rose is probably the best person that could ask into what's going on. Still, Gold Ship finds herself rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. ]

Found a place that's more convenient for sleepin' is all. [ That's a lie. ] So figured I'd start movin' stuff over.

[gal_paladin]

Gold Ship...?

[Perhaps she can hear the concern in Alesha's voice, as she comes in to do her own laundry.]

I haven't seen much of you at all since New Years, not even at meals. Is something the matter?

[goldship]

Hey, Alesha.

[ Ahaha... hah... oh yeah one of the handful of people she knew wouldn't take this well. That tracks with her usual luck. ]

Nah, nothin' really. I uh... had some stuff ta sort out, but m'better now. Just been busy, ya know?

Closed to Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré | AND SO IT BEGINS...

[goldship]

[ Picture this, it's the middle of the day, Callie's doing their studious library routine, all is peaceful, all is well.

Enter Gold Ship, the Sack slung over her shoulder, laden down with heavy awkwardly shaped objects. It doesn't take long to scan the Amourian Library and find her quarry. Is today the fated day of Operation Callie's Day Off? Potentially, or maybe this is another desensitization mission, whatever the case...

WHAM

The sack is placed heavily on the table next to Callie, Gold Ship stands there GRINNING, hands on her hips, tail wagging, eyes full of excited energy. The word "manic" likely comes to mind. ]

Oi! Calcal! I got somethin' I need to talk to ya about!

[neverbloom]

Ah, good morning, Gold Ship! It's gotten quite cold, hasn't it?

[ Tragically, it seems like the desensitizing missions have worked because poor, innocent Callie greets her with a smile. Like a cat that has no idea it's about to get put in the carrier and taken to the vet.

They smartly snap their book shoot and casually slide it out of Golshi Range (for practical purposes rather than privacy ones because They Still Remember The Sandwich) before turning to give her their full attention. ]

I am free for the next hour or so - will that be enough time?

[goldship]

Eh, has it? I never really notice.

[ She runs Hot and she's always running around or sleeping, the cold Cannot Catch Her!

For now Callie is safe from any sacking shenanigans. Gold Ship reaches into the sack and starts to pull out books, many books. Stacking them neatly in front of Callie and wagging her tail as she starts up her explanation. ]

Hour should be fine, I'll just snatch some more time later. [ WORRYING WAY TO WORD THAT... Callie may or may not be going into that sack by the end of this meeting. ] So! I've been thinkin', like, a lot. A lot a lot. You an' the folks around Rosavelle've been good ta us, kinda wanted ta give back a lil! Leave somethin' ya'all can still enjoy once we're back home.

[ Gold Ship makes a few movements with her fingers, mutters something under her breath, and flexes her meramancy muscles. Triumphant, bright, blaring horns sound from behind her, golden floating letters appear in the air
PRESENTING FOR YOUR ROYAL CONSIDERATION:

Gold Ship takes a book from the top stack, opens it. It's a notebook. Inside is sketches of... buildings? Stadium, actually, seating and concourses surrounding a central track. Tracks that vary in lengths, with notations along them indicating inclines, curve angles, all written in tight but legible blocks. Gold Ship has great handwriting, go figure.

The floating letters behind her morph into stars, then change into new letters reading: THE ROSAVELLE RACING ASSOCIATION.]

I wanna start up a racin' league. Like back home, but for horses an' riders instead of umamusume. I've scouted out a few spots around the island, think we can manage ta set up a stadium in each district, but this isn't the kinda thing I can do myself.

[ In a fury of energy she opens another book, places it down in front of Callie. Sketching for a Starting Gate system, guidelines for what riders can wear and what barding horses can wear with a few sketched examples, scribbled explanations of the bracket and posting process. Another book opened, design notes for stages to be erected on the center field, timetables, proposed applications of meramancy to create moving imagery to compliment performances.

It's. A lot. And Gold Ship is excited about it! Her eyes are positively shining and her tail is wagging at top speed. ]

I've already got some of the other advisor's onboard for helpin' ta get stuff set up, but there's only so much we can do ya know? But if we got the backin' of Their Royal Highness on this? It could be big, Calcal, HUGE. We'll end up makin' somethin' that'll be part of Rosavelle's culture for generations!

[ Damn, she's really laying this on thick. ]

Closed To Nabiki | Stay Golden Gym

[goldship]

[ One day outside Nabiki's door is a brick. That's it, just a brick. Underneath which is a carefully folded letter.]

To the Illustrious Marchessa Tendo, IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME.

There is a matter of no small importance that must be discussed between you and I in open and candid conversation. The security of our continued business endeavors fully necessitates this circumstance be fronted head-on, face to face, within private grounds where in we can be sure to be uninterrupted.

T B H, I was kinda thinkin' the dueling hall but that ain't remotely fair. Doin' some working out today while everyone else will probably be busy with lunch, come over to the gym. There'll be sandwiches ✌

Looking forward to your attendance,

-Monsieur le Chevalier de Gold

[ My, isn't that tone all over the place?

True to her word around lunch time that day Gold Ship will be in the gym she's thrown together, working out on the salmon ladder. Not remotely as intended. She has pushed it to the top of the limb and pulled her self up to reposition, hanging upside down from the bar by her legs and doing hanging sit-ups. Why? Boredom mostly.

And nerves. She worked really hard on this! Put together a bunch of finger sandwiches, brewed up some decent tea in a kettle, got some mugs, all of which is prepared neatly at a table and some chairs she, uh, borrowed from elsewhere in the castle to make a sitting area. But all that work won't mean squat if Beaks doesn't show up. ]

Maybe the note wasn't serious enough... or it was too serious...? Uuuuugh! [ She whines petulantly and just kinda, dangles limply up there. ] I shoulda just stuffed her into the sack an' brought her someplace quiet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who do ya think ya are with the theatrics, Golshi? Opera O? As if...

[okanetendo]

[…she does show up, bundled up, hands in pockets, expression very serious.

She greets Gold Ship’s hanging form with silence, for a bit, before retrieving the letter.]

…It’s usually my sister or Ranma getting these. “Let’s dance, genius, meet with me in Aoihana Park” is a bit ambiguous as to which kind of dancing.

So am I here to get my ass kicked, or is this a heart to heart?

[goldship]

[ Gold Ship's ears perk up when Nabiki walks in and her eyes follow her friend closely.

The silence, you could cut it with a spoon, like some sorta pea soup... ]

Y'all can start a club then, I guess.

[ And there she goes, she starts doing her sit-ups again like it ain't no thing. ]

Lemme ask ya, which one do ya figure's more likely an' which one would you rather have happen?

[ Sorry, Beaks. She DOES 100% mean well but turning this into a roundabout game is, well, it's very much the Gold Ship thing to do. ]