SHIP'S LOG:

Atlas

Melinda Mayfair 3/13/2018 8:27pm

I'm not sure what got into Dr. Funnybone the other night, but do we really need to spend time rehearsing and putting on a play? The flyers she slapped up all around the ship said "IT'S TIME TO ACT!" and, since there are only four crew members, that means we all have at least one role we need to learn the lines for, as well as create costumes, and the set. And naturally the good Doctor gets to star and direct.

It's not like we don't have time on our hands during transport, but I feel like this kind of thing could be a serious distraction from the safe running of the ship. Not to mention the script. Ugh.

Alex Marleybone 3/10/2018 4:57pm

Well I do say, when I told the Captain about three glowing rods I initially referred it as a coincidence. Who knew it would be a reality?I was not aware of the job listings until recently reports mentioned by the Captain. When I carefully studied the cargo it was rather unusual, and the job assignment report was nothing short of vague (as Ms. Potts worded it best). For the message written I am unsure of its meaning. From what I at least received was the following: "ALEX THE TIME TO ALCT IS TONIGHT". If anyone understands the meaning of this or has any clue about the recent job assignment, please come see me. Until then I will be in my office doing some research on the matter.

Persephone Potts 3/10/2018 4:38pm

Recent events on board the MAC Atlas have left me troubled to say the least. Captain Hawkes, although her command of the ship has been unbearably unorthodox, is admittedly a driven and dedicated captain. However, recently she seems heavily reliant on the ships resident archeologist, and never seems to make an action without consulting her. Unlike Mayfair, who speaks with murmurs of mutiny, I have been quietly following the orders of the captain without question- as protocol dictates. However, her decisions are becoming more and more erratic, and I can't help but wonder what exactly has been done to her. I'm going to speak with Mayfair about the recent job that has been undertaken, as I can't help but wonder how Dr Marleybone knew about it prior to it's listing; and how the irregular capital letters spell out a message addressed to the Dr. The job itself is unusual, with no pay, drop off point , or any specifications listed it appears there is not much we can do with it until further notice. As for the redacted specifics of range of effect, they have set my workload back considerably as I now have to account for the possibility of the whole ships electrical system being shut down at anytime.
While it is nothing but speculation right now, all I can do is place my loyalty by the captain, the wellbeing of all crewmembers, and Maynards.

Alex Marleybone 3/10/2018 3:32pm

What an interesting cargo, Captain. Wonder where this will be heading to, or what purpose it will serve?

Trix the Aviatrix 3/10/2018 1:26pm

I'm sure our crew can work something out for you Hiran, and that there will be smooth sailing form here on out

Hiran Kettall-Bedger - 3/10/2018 11:43am

Job claimed by Trix the Aviatrix 2018-03-10 13:26:43

i am seArching for a LovEly crew to accept my job and fufill it to the highest eXpectations. the cargo is Three tHin mEtal rods wrapped in coTton cloth and packed In straw. when any two of the rods coME in contacT with each Other, everything electricAl within -redaCted- feeT stops, and a dIm, blue glow emanateS from the rods. all three of The rOds are touched together with No space between, the radIus of effect is increased to - redacted- feet, and they Glow sligHtly brighTer.

Trix the Aviatrix 3/9/2018 6:47pm

Apologies to the to the rest of the crew for my lack of logs these past weeks. An inexcusable breach of protocol. Like the esteemed Doctor Marleybone said, I'm the one in charge of this ship, so I need to pick up a- a thingy for the crew to do. It's been so good of them to take control of running the ship while I've been ill. Ever since I went to setup, no, recalibrate the navigation system (or was it the hulk door?) I've been suffering awful migraines and have barley been able to do anything. Dr Marleybone has made the fantastic suggestion that if a job concerning three glowing rods were to arise within the next few days, I should DEFINITELY take it. Good advice don't you think?
goodbye, beatrice.

Alex Marleybone 3/9/2018 5:42pm

Well sorry to hear about that Ms. Mayfair, it has been longer than I originally thought sifting amongst this godforsaken wreckage. Just thought we needed the profit and the inventory after our last job. I mean look at what we got so far: Oriental artifacts, sacks of Ventura ground coffee (although a little soaked, can still be of some use), a couple of airship cannons, Djinn lamps, and- a crate of cat eyes? Alright then... anyways, I have been out there wrestling with them damned blood squids and sirens so I got a cut of the struggle as well. Being with the Captain was good and short, but I wanted to take responsibility with the work as well. I'm a part of this crew, remember. Anyways I'll leave the job assigning to the Captain, but until then let's get the hell out of here! Let's sell these abandoned cargo and all of us go get some drinks- on me.

Melinda Mayfair 3/9/2018 5:00pm

If I don’t see another rusty hunk of salvage metal for the rest of my life it will be too soon! Who’s idea was it to take this gig? Oh yeah—Dr. Marleybone, ship’s archeologist and resident slave driver. Who’s out there wrestling with the winches and fending off the carnivorous star fish and the kraken and the ghosts? That’s right, you’re looking at her. And all the while the good doctor and Captain Trix are set up on the observation deck, drinking their frozen margaritas and watching the sunsets over this Sargasso Sea of shipwrecks and toil.

Something here just doesn’t add up. Captain Trix was a romantic at heart, in love with the clouds like any good sky sailor, yet it’s Doctor Funnybone who’s been giving the orders, and kept us stuck in this godforsaken floating junkyard for weeks, directing my work and watching the commissions roll in. And those talismans are always in her hands, dangling them in front of the Captain’s eyes and muttering incantations. There’s enough wreckage here to last a lifetime, and I’m afraid I’ll be a grey-haired old skywitch by the time the good Doctor cashes out.

In the meantime, Persephone’s got her limits, and doesn’t like to hear my talk. “Too much like mutiny” she says. So I’ve been spending my evenings with the ghosts and the wild mermaids of the region, drinking their fermented Clamato and listening to their tales of wrecks of old.

Alex Marleybone 2/23/2018 5:20pm

Hello fellow crewmembers, I believe we have taken a nice break with our profit well spent from our previous jobs. So it's about time we get back to our work as soon as possible, and this job has been on the board for quite some time. The crash at I-54 is our chance to get some loot to sell. Salvaging is no different than archaeology really: you retrieve the loot and determine its value. And I know some clients that can pay a pretty penny for loot. We should get the Atlas to the crash site as soon as possible, and probably split into separate squadrons to cover more ground. At least that's my plan. Anyways, let's go out there and make some profit!

-Alex Marleybone, Atlas Archaeologist