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[growlies]

Y'know, these things are nice and all, but where's the fuckin' internet when you need it? Not that the service in my last place was great. ( Mostly relegated to what exists in the Underworld - definitely no real connection to the living and definitely not the Internet in all its glory like she's heard about, but better than these communication devices that stick to an even more limited amount of connection.

She is clutching a post on the top of a pirate ship to keep from falling over. )

I've got at least three questions to ask, and so I guess I'll use ya'll as my google.

1. How do I stop the entire damn ship from making me feel like I'm gonna puke my guts out and there is no ground?

2. What's the top 3 rules of traveling in the multiverse?

3. What are some unique, clever come backs for misogynist pirates? I'm running out

Hit me up or don't.

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[matermali]

[ Such resentment. At the situation? These foolish men? Mention had been made of other things that suggest this girl knows far more than any average young woman, but Vanessa isn't so quick to pry. The girl's anger might be older than a pirate's ship, who is to say? ]

Until then, I may have something to ease your sickness. Only temporarily.

[growlies]

( Red straightens up a bit, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. The world is still spinning all around her, and so she's curious.

She's in need. )

What's that?

[matermali]

[ She's smoking it right now (careful to stay right by the water)! And willing to share, especially for something like a troubled stomach. It can't help for too long, however, since it's her supply from home, and Vanessa doesn't know if there are cannabis plants here just yet. ]

An herbal remedy. It may soothe nerves, as well. [ Which is precisely why she smokes. Even without Lucifer's beck and call tickling the nape of her neck, she does have the anxiety of what may yet be ahead. ] My supply is limited, but it would be cruel to let you suffer unnecessarily.

[growlies]

I mean, there's plenty of people who would let others suffer unnecessarily especially with a limited supply of somethin' so valuable, but hey, I appreciate the offer.

( It's a kindness either way, and she appreciates it. Her only other solution was to just remain curled up in a ball while she hopefully got used to it at some point. She's not exactly used to having sickness, nausea or otherwise. )

I can come to you. Probably.

[matermali]

Probably? It wouldn't do to have you tumble into such dark waters at my beckoning. I'll come to you. What ought I to look for, and where?

[ She hasn't even asked a name, but would it matter? Names aren't needed for help. She isn't averse, but a name isn't as helpful as a description, in such a case. Maybe this could have been made visual, but it's disturbing enough to receive verbal messages this way. Projecting her image to strangers isn't something she's certain she's ready for.

It's unlikely the girl is the only one who's feeling ill from the waters, but Vanessa doesn't have enough for everyone. ]

[growlies]

( In all honesty, Red appreciates this since she hasn't actually been able to remove her arms from wrapping around the pole in the middle of the deck. As soon as she tries, the world starts to spin again, and she thinks she might fall over. She's not used to feeling sick - never has before.

Not a good combination - sea sickness with new mortal body. )

I'm the redhead hugging the mast for dear fuckin' life on top of the deck. Hard to miss. Soldiers are all giving me a wide berth cause women + ginger is really making them thinking I'm gonna curse them.

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[matermali]

[ Tsk. For all the true magical threats in this world (and hers), it seems that baseless superstitions still carry the real power for mortal men. Men will be men no matter the realm, it seems. Should she be surprised?

Vanessa finds the teenager easily, not over-bothered by the unsteady roll of the ship, though her heeled boots do mean she has to step carefully, her skirt clutched tightly in one hand while she glides over rope and between working men. Her very appearance, pale skin and black dress (with just a faint trail of smoke), does little to persuade the men that she's any safer than the redhead. No doubt she was made for the cursed village left behind. ]

My dear, you look as though you've been the one cursed.

[ Sympathy weighs down her words as she sidles up to the mast, reaching to grab a rope for balance while tilting her head to better assess the girl's condition. ]

Here.

[ It's already lit, but she'll take a gentle pull so that the cherry lights up bright before carefully holding it out to the girl. Vanessa is careful where that hand hovers, not eager to confirm the men's fears by accidentally setting their means of travel on fire. She assumes the girl is bright enough that Vanessa doesn't need to tell her to be careful.

There's something about this girl. Not the read hair, though it is beautiful. It's something different from the 'boy'. There's a growl in the back of her mind; not an angry one. Weak; wounded. Vanessa stares, unblinking, gently offering her 'remedy'. ]