Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20191008131339

(Ok thanks for clearing that up, also how was ya work?)

As Cayden raised from the pillows and blankets and what-not, he gave himself a nice stretch before scouting around the room, taking in the world around him and he started to adjust from dreamland to reality.

''The wurm-maw plants are still on the shelf, my homemade TV is working! and hasn't been stolen! Thank the moon and stars! Someone's using the shower I made myself. wonder if the plumbers at the office has found out I'm stealing their water yet. Everything looks okay, aswell as the stains on the floo-Wait!''

As he focused his view on the new mysterious feature added to the room, he would realise that Lulu and Theo did some.....'activities' when he was out cold. He just shrugged it off as soon as he noticed the letters on the table.

He walked over to them and looked at their covers. One was addressed to a Werecat, obviously the one that was actively having relations with his lover in the shower, the other was for a....retirement home? for some reason? Was Cayden really that old?, the third was some sort of medical bill addressed to a Mr smith about his geni-Actually, let's not get into details and just say he got the wrong letter, but the final one and the one that caught his eye the most was a letter about relocation into a place he didn't know about.....The underworld.

MEANWHILE

Tje youngster laughed to his co-worker's first question.

"Haha! Yep, definitely sumfink common with nudity and Anthropos Monsters with no actual homes. Guess they're kinda still in the past with that, haven't been taught that free balling it isn't exactly a social norm anymore."

He raised an eyebrow and checked a time table he had handy when she asked the second question.

"Hmm, Oh, well jammy for ye, that's all the time we need to be here, no we can head back down below!"

He let out a sort of sigh of relief and annoyance knowing this.

"Thank boink for that, last time I spent more than Thirty minutes on this god forsaken surface, a baphomet mamono and her gang of glaikit witch.... what dae they ring up em again? La-....Lu...Lolis?"

He simply shook his head and dismissed what the degenerates called them these days.

"Dosen't matter, What does matter is that they blasted me with some glaikit spell that turned me into a prepubescent bairn again. I'm 35 blooming years olde, now I sken fancy I just got out my mum's bloody womb yesterday!"

MEANWHILE

"Well in that case!"

Davey jones gave as friendly a smile as a skeleton-ghost-pirate could give as he drawed his saber and pointed to his ship with pride, looking like a pioneer ready to set a voyage for the lost city of atlantis.

"welcome aboard me mighty vessel 'n into Davey jones! Th' Finest dinin' all across th' seven seas!"

Verthatoth chuckled and said "You always know how to go over the top, don't you?" As he walked up further up the ramp.

Davey simply smiled and followed suit, but the smile turned into a slight frown.

"Kinda wish I didn' make that me slogan, th' harpies won't stop squawkin' it out loud across th' whole city."

As the group made their way from the poop deck and into the insides of the ship, a beautiful scene that was quite the opposite of the of the old, wooden exterior would be presented before them. It was like a luxury, five-star restaurant, complete with white table covers, beautiful carpets, fancy folded napkins and much more. It was like the gusto's restaurant from ratatouille was shoved into an old, ship wreck.

"I've reserved yer table as usual, jus' tell me when ye're read t' order." Was the last thing Davey said to Roxy and Verthatoth before he headed through the metal doors at the back and presumably into the kitchen.