OOC: The ship is the third one, but the outside looks old and dirty.

OOC: Tor, it's been over 100, think we should restart it?

BIC: Sivel held his nose as the smell of pigs, originally from Captain, seemed to emanate from the whole cabin. "What is that God-awful smell!?" He exclaimed.

"Well she looks worthy enough but do we have seperate quarters? Or at least a few rooms?" Taeth questioned. It would be a bit odd with everyone in one room. Much harder to talk to single individuals he noted, glancing over at Feyral under his sunglasses.

OOC: What part of extremely clean makes you think there is any smell at all?

OOC: Maybe it was where i said you smelled like pigs when we were in the bar.

"As long as we keep Taeth away from Feyral..." Sivel commented, grinning at his own amusement. "And we do something about the stink."

ooc: I'm thinking the ship would be something like the one in "cowboy bebop" you've all seen that right? Like I mean the interior and all with seperate rooms. b/c otherwise this is a little odd.

IC: Taeth flushed minorly and glared at sivel. Regaining his composure he simply responded, "no more than you."

Feyral looks around the ship a bit. Then turning to the three men she speaks. "So, If we put a wall up over here, and a door, i would have a pretty nice room. Put a bed in here, chairs, bookshelf, desk...... i think this might work. So, who's going to get my bags, I left them in the bar."

OOC: Sorry, I didn't see the "extremely clean" part.

OOC: Your guy has nose problems...

IC:
A small kid popped up from underneath the floor, sliding one of the metal tiles away. When he popped up, he kicked Sivel in the shins. "It does not smell in here!"

The kid had short blonde hair, but hidden from a backwards baseball cap. He was wearing a white shirt and overall jeans, but they were oil stained all over. A pair of large goggles was resting on his forehead.