Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170824010431/@comment-32908780-20170826042610

Maximillian appeared within the cafeteria, with a request that seemed rather odd to the majority of the cooking staff: He needed as much alcohol, in this case, rum, as he could carry- about ten bottles worth. He was rather surprised he had been given as much at all. Luck appears to be on my side today, he thought, deciding now would be a good time to rest a moment. Charlotte would be busy anyways. He then spotted his friend, Leonitis. He tried his best to keep balance, wobbling his way over, before plopping himself in a seat and his drinks on the table across from him with a sigh. He popped open a bottle and took a swig. "Care for a drink, my friend? Plenty to go around..."

Meanwhile, Charlotte had made her way down to the Workshop, a feature of the ship her Master had shown her during her initial lessons from him. Unfortunately, they bore no fruit- She had known everything he had tried to lay out. Under her furry little arm was tucked a few rolls of paper, which she shifted up to the nearest workbench. She searched the room extensively for blueprints, and upon finding them, she grabbed a few rolls. She would need expert precision for her task, especially if she wanted to meet Maximilian's standards. She scooted up a stool to the workbench, she was too short otherwise, unrolled a sheet of paper, and feverishly began to scribble, erase, mark, and scratch at the blueprint.