Today at Eas

Today at Eas is much like past days at Eas, with activity all around, and people bustling. More people than even a few months ago, and seemingly all at cross purposes. There is much more built up than there was a few months ago, the arcade itself is fairly recent, and Goldenblade, who's built most of it, or supervised and designed most of the building, with the work carried out by increasingly larger groups of Lander workers. She is in a small pavilion, centrally located, and circulating between four large tables all spread out with plans and drawings, each tended by its own small cadre of Lander clerks, keeping things straight. Messengers come to the pavillion and come to one of the tables, and as Goldenblade circulates between them, she deals with each of the messengers in turn. Sometimes by shouting, as her people skills are not the best, but Wake will smooth it over later.

Eirik wanders about looking at everything brows raised as he keeps a hand on the hilt of his ever present cutlass. "Interesting place Fer sure." He says with a chuckle. "Mead, whiskey, rum or brandy or anythin served around here?" The Undine Pirate Lord asks with a deep throaty laugh.

Goldenblade huhs at a voice she hasn't heard in a while, and looks over toward Eirik, squinting. "Eirik, is that you?" she asks. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?" She waves some of the clerks down, quickly deals with one, and turns back to Eirik. "Sorry for the fuss. Juggling four major projects. We've got a lot going on." As he can certainly see.

Eirik laughs. "Aye it's me, took some time away headed back to the sea for a while, friend o' mine needed some help, and I can't resist the call of the sea. Though still trying to get that vessel o' me own." He chuckles.

Goldenblade nods to Eirik about his adventures, and says, "Our offer still stands," she tells him, referring to the captaincy of their steam warship. Of course that's not really a free-and-clear license, it comes with obligations to the Alliance, which, she presumes, is why he hadn't taken them up on it before. "The Palace Landers, luckily, are on the back foot in their own lands now, so our major offensive is on land over there, but there's a bit going on here also. Mostly infrastructure-related in my case, but a lot going on. Wake can fill you in if you track her down, I think there's a bit more going on at sea, but I don't track that business."

Gwen has invented new clothing materials to the joy of some and horror of others. That being a swimsuit/body suit material and she's in Eas dropping off some prototype maid outfits to Wake but that isn't why she's here at the moment she's heard a rumor that Eirik had turned up and she'd find both Goldenblade and Eirik a little while wlater.

"Always hard at work Goldenblade, need any help and as for Captain Eirik, finally got home from whatever adventure you were on?"

Eirik laughs looking to Gwen. "Ah runnin inta all me old friends aren't i?" He asks with a chuckle. "I indeed am back, what pirate can ignore the call of the sea." His eyes than return to Golden blade. "I figured you'da found someone ta captain her for ye' by now." The Undines eyes seem to glint alight with Mirth. "I think I'll be takin ye' up on tha' offer."

Gwen says "Oh while you have been away I developed a material perfect for dealing with the water going from swimsuits to body suits." She's just utterly gleeful about it. She looks back to Goldenblade for a moment. "Aye we need to push them harder now we got them on the back foot also I delivered some prototype maid outfits to her today!" She's beaming still.. Gwen? Maid Outfits....

Goldenblade eyes Gwen, nods about hard work, and reports, "The denim has come in quite handy. Our laborers love that it stands up to hard wear without tearing and is tough and durable. They don't really need the lycra, I'm afraid." She smirks. "And no point in idling, I'm no layabout." She eyes Eirik questioningly. He may remember that Goldenblade's player is very old. Like pre-television old. Seems she was raised, like many back then, to keep busy rather than hang out. She shakes her head about a skipper, and says, "I commanded her against the Palace Landers at sea, and she wasn't sunk, but their seagoing forces are formidable. One of our projects here," she gestures to the tables of project work, "is a shipyard to turn out a fleet. There's some Lander pirates that Wake wrangled into the fold also."

Eirik nods his head and smiles. "Well than I'll take you up on yer offers. And turning out a fleet ain't no way task."

Gwen humm for a moment "No you never are and that's half the reason I went for Denim." She grins a bit. "I said for maids. Though if -you want to try one i have a few spares." She grins even more and she nodls to Goldenblade.

"Sounds like at worst Captain? You would have to wait for our Shipyard to get on like Erik."

Goldenblade nods approvingly to Eirik. "Glad to have you," she says. As to turning out a fleet, she says, "That's a fact, and I'm a bricklayer, not a naval architect. So it's a bumpy road." To Gwen, she snorts, not even answering. "I'm not your clothes horse," she tells Gwen. Wake or Uta are who you want for that. Uta complains, but she loves the attention. And Wake will model if it's dignified, I think. That's a loy of leeway, and I imagine you and your mom can work within those limits?"

"I should maybe be annoyed by that phrase, but a performer does need a good stock of outfits for stage presence." You must of looked away from that spot for just a moment because there is now a tall nightmare woman with glamrock mane standing just behind Gwen and Goldenblade. Kauchemar has this knack for just walking into the conversation without being noticed until she wants to be noticed. It comes with being a Dark type monster.

Gwen looks to Goldenblade in a mock sigh. "Your no fun Goldenblade but very well and clothe horse...." She pauses for a moment and she looks to KJauchemar. She grins a trade window opens and two outfits are offered to her one a maid outfit made using her new materil and a standard body suit.

"Could help with your stage shows no and feedback from someone like you would be wonderful!" Gwen does not stop, she never stops...

Goldenblade jumps as Kauchemar turns up suddenly. "Gah, you gave me a start," she says, catching her breath, and grumbles. "A clothes horse is a frame for hanging up clothes to dry indoors when the weather's not right for putting them outdoors on the clothesline." In Japan, not everyone has a clothes dryer, and many tiny apartments have a clothes horse for hanging the laundry out on the back porch because it takes less space than a clothesline. "It's not my fault than the game gives us werefangs that play dressup."

Eirik chuckles. "You guys are something else, you never change do you?" He teases. And then there's a Kauchmer and Eirik's gaze lands there. "Well hello, I don't believe we've met and if we have I apologize for my lack of memory."

Kauchemar glances at what the trade mechanic brings up. Smirks at Gwen. "I should of known you would have something... maid up." Oh god, that pun hurts. It almost hurt to say it. But the trade window is accepted. "Mmm, motivational music for cleaning chores...."

Her attention is grabbed by the new face though. "Oh, think nothing of it. It's a large world. I come across people in the same Alliance that I didn't know were there all the time." She steps forward and sweeps an arm across for a low bow. "Kauchemar Tenebrae, Court Musician and Dark Pony Express, pleasure is all yours."

Gwen Says "I know but this is ttill amusing." She looks to Eirik "Perish the thought of me becoming stuffy."

She looks Erik over for a moment. "If you need anything in the relm of fashion." She then bursts out lauhing at Kauchmear for a moment.

"It was maid to order you know."

Goldenblade smirks as Kauchemar's puns now, wincing as Gwen joins in, and smirks as she introduces herself to Eirik. "Eirik's a sailor, by trade," she tells Kauchemar. "You two may have some overlap as Kauchemar gets around, herself," she says to Eirik.

Eirik chuckles before groaning at the terrible puns. He bends into a low sweeping bow removing his hat. "Captain Eirik, lover of the sea, and music and all things party. Though are you sure the pleasure is mine not yours?" The pirate lord asks giving a playful wink before looking back to Gwen. "Perhaps you should put on some sort of fashion show for people to model what you design hmm?"

"Ah, another sailor with a taste for what they fill their ears with as much as their gullet!" Kauchemar replies with an almost braying laugh. "The two best ways to pass those long times at sea.... And he's got a good idea, Gwen. Surprised you haven't considered something like that sooner."

Gwen thinks for a moment more as she let the other talk opens a menu punches in a command and is now in one of her prototype maid outfits and does a little spin. "See look at this! Oh that could be something I should do!" She's been given an diea and goddesses help you all Morri will be involved...

As the conversation drifts away from her, Goldenblade will get back into what she was doing before, trying to honcho four construction projects at once. The fashion business holds no interest for her, it seems, and she's perenially out of fashion. Or, more correctly, her fashion era was over 50 years ago.

Eirik chuckles. "Nothing like a good Diddy a nice sea shanty to pass the time aye?" He says to Kauchemar his gaze drifting back go Gwen. "It looks great. And see always keep an open mind never know what kind of ideas will hit." Than his attention returns to Goldenblade. "But as I said turning out a fleet is ni easy task, that said however get a few of us nautical folks together we may be able to help make it happen easier and faster.:

"It's just as hard finding people that know how to man ships as it is to build them." Kauchemar shrugs a little. "But word is getting out. There's enough people that don't want to have the Palace Land Army invade a second time to want to work on a better naval presence. People wanting to learn is just as useful as the ones that know."

Gwen watches Goldenblade get back to work she grins. She's one hell of a worker and sdhe's done a lot for people however Gwend does not press on her for the most part. Honeslty it's more just teasing save the rare time Golden places an order. She looks Kauchemar and Eirik. "I would have to be one of the models a poor fashion designer is one who won't wear most of what they make..."

Goldenblade looks between Kauchemar and Eirik, and says, "You know, that's a good plan. We can put together a naval academy to teach everyone how these new steam ships work. -I- can teach anything," she says, "and you guys can teach what you know also." Her words aren't empty, the Legendary Goldenblade -can- teach anything. If just the basics.

Eirik smiles and nods. "Two separate ones would probably be best. One for crewmen and one for ship officers, both have different things they need to master in addition to the basics." He taps his chin. "Yes I can help as an instructor though if that's the case I probably should commission with the military here." He then looks back to Gwen. "It would be such a shame to see you modeling Gwen let me tell you." He chuckles and winks before looking to Kauchemar. "Aye thirst for knowledge is geeat but skill and talent are needed too, desire and drive, and a passion for it.".

Kauchemar waggles the finger of one hand at Erik and the other at Gwen. "You both have good points. What would it say about Gwen's work if she wasn't willing to wear it herself... but she can't always wear everything herself. Like many things in life, the proper balance is needed."

Gwen says "That is a very good idea Goldenblade and I have no doubt about your abiliies I was hoping for help if I run into issues teaching any of my appeenices in tailoring." She look to Kau for a moment. "Aye there are just somethings not made for me or my figure."

Goldenblade nods to Eirik about two training paths, for officers and crew, and clears a corner of one table by shoving the stuff there onto the rest of the table, where Lander clerks sort it out, and begins a fifth project. Seems she doesn't waste time. "I can swear you in," she tells Eirik. "To Westelande, anyhow." She's a Westelande army officer, as most of the other players know, she wears the insignia proudly. "Or Wake can certainly swear you in to Fourland if you'd rather that."

To Gwen, she says, "If you want, I can help train them up. Or you can send them to the Crescent Academy on the Isle of Beginnings."

Eirik smiles and looks to Kauchemar and Gwen. "Oh you misunderstood I was flirting it was my way of saying she's beautiful and modeling her outfits would be an awesome thing to watch." He then turns to Goldenblade. "I'm a fourlander, so I think I should stay loyal to them." He says with a chuckle.

Goldenblade shrugs to Eirik, and says of him joining Fourland, "As long as your /first/ loyalty is Olympus," their player Alliance, "I'm fine with that. Wake, then." And Wake will certainly have a nautical side project for him that GB is unaware of. "The Yamato nations don't really compete," she explains. "They are careful of each nation's bailiwick and don't step on each other's toes. It's occasionally frustrating, but it works out in the end, if you play the system right."

Kauchemar nods her head. "Well when you need word to spread about new projects and oppritunities, you know who to ask."

Gwen frins at Eirik and smiles "It was very well done, and yes it is!" God help you if she gets going, her mother will get involved. She looks to KJau for a moment and says "I would have to hire you to spread the word of my newest creation also have any of you seen the punchcard loom?!"

Eirik smiles and winks again at Gwen. "Well thank you, perhaps I'll convince you to come out for drinks with me sometime." Before he turns back to Golden. "My first Loyalty will always be the Alliance, that won't change." He says with sincerity turning back to Kauchemar he runs his hand over his braid. "Hmmm, well we could probably use your help getting word out about the academy too...yes..."

Goldenblade nods gravely at Eirik's statement of alliegance, and concurs abour Kauch being ideally suited to getting the word out. "And maybe turn out some of the tamer sea chanties. Women and foreign riches are fine. Don't remind them of scurvy or the lash."