The Rise of the Rebels (Steampunk RP)

[BlueRose]

Finishing her toast, Vicky took her book and chocolate to her window seat and threw the window open before sitting down and enjoying the morning breeze.

[W0NWILL]

A window about ten feet down from him opened, and Retcin shrank against the building. His fears were unfounded as Vicky was the one who had opened it. He ran to the window and fluttered inside quickly, "You, quickleave. Whatcha wanna save? I fly it out."

[BlueRose]

Vicky looked up at Rectin with a start. "What? Now?" She hopped up and began packing books and clothing into a large bag, along with a few keepsakes. "Here. Take this, if it's not too big. If it is, I'll send it out through the mail system."

[Cornflower MM]

Arya finished her breakfast, and went to her room, to see if she had any more surprises, like clothes, or such.

[The Skarzs]

After Dregnar finished his large meal, he made his way back to his workplace so he could finish what he had started.

[W0NWILL]

Retcin picked it up in his talons, and tried to sling it over his back, failing miserably. Birds were not made to put stuff on their back. He tried that for about a minute, snapping at Vicky if she tried to help, before trying a different approach.
He wriggled under the straps and stood up, the weight of the bag and wide leather straps pinning his wings to his sides. Hopelessly tangled in the bag, he finally shot a defeated look at Vicky, reluctant to ask for help, but knowing he must.
"Helpee, Victoria."

[BlueRose]

Vicky tried desperately not to laugh, and, being a well brought up creature, she managed beautifully. She untangled Rectin quickly, and then pulled another bag from her closet. "Here, you can carry this one. It's lighter. I'll just pop the big one in the mail system, and tell papa that it's some victuals for a poor family at the edge of town." Grabbing pen and paper, she scribbled a note and stuck it to the bag before dropping it down a slot in the wall labeled 'mail'. "Now, go quickly. The maids will be coming any minute now, and I can't let you be seen."

[W0NWILL]

Retcin clicked his beak, "I coulda carry that iffa gottit on." he muttered, but accepted the smaller bag, hopping to the window and flying out. Being a small bird, and not used to carrying anything as he flew, he wavered a bit, but managed to fly up and away from the factory.

[Unimaginative]

Vlad finished eating and followed Dregnar back to the "workshop". Feeling a little short of breath, the Fossa reached behind him and unhooked his packs straps. Opening a flap on the back, he looked inside the pack, looking at the machinery within. Most of it was power to pump purified air to his lungs, but there was one canister in there, hooked up to the two tubes that exited the pack and entered his respirator. He pulled out the canister, and studied a gauge on it. Beneath his respirator he frowned, then changed his course back to the airship, where he had left a few purified oxygen canisters.

OOC: Has anyone seen Shade?

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Nope! I think he may have disappeared, and forgotten about us....

[Unimaginative]

OOC:SHADE! BLUE! W0N! Somebody post! 

[BlueRose]

OOC: NO! I don't want to post. *steampunk tantrum*

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: *Joins in tantrum*

[Rusvul]

OOC: *Magic Missiles* C'mon, Shade, really?

[BlueRose]

OOC: *tantrum*