The Magnificent Wendy (Roleplay thread)

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    Lance Becking-

    Male | 26 | Engineer

    Interaction: Open


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    Tyson Woodward-

    Male | 46 | Captain

    Interaction: Villari


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    His eyes returned to Arabella, normally he would've protested with her even suggesting to tell any but Kelly was the medic on deck. It would've been only a matter of time before she figured it out on her own. "I suppose that's a smart think to do." Tyson mused, stroking his beard in thought. He let his hand drop away. "And I know she'd be able to keep the secret." Knowing the confidentiality the doctor's had to uphold.

    Arabella Cogsworth || Captain Tyson ( Peeve Factor )



    RolePlaying: Arabella sighed and leaned back "she called me pretty today." Arabella said softly "so yeah, I think she'll figure it our. Besides if I get sick she will find out anyway." Arabella conceded. With a groan she stood and clipped her toolbelt back around her wait. "Back to work I guess. When do you think I should tell her?" Arabella asked.

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    Lance Becking-

    Male | 26 | Engineer

    Interaction: Open


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    Tyson Woodward-

    Male | 46 | Captain

    Interaction: Villari


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    \\Sorry about my dead muse!//

    The captain nodded his head, "The sooner the better," He responded. "Though it's best to make sure no one else is around when you do." Tyson added on.

    Arabella Cogsworth || captain Tyson + Kelly( Peeve Factor   BattyLeBat )



    RolePlaying: Arabella nodded to Tyson "Thank you sir." She said appreciatively and began to head upstairs, she walked stiffly, still suffering because of the defective cog. She adjusted her appearance before climbing the ladder, her face contorted in pain with each movement. Holding her side to approached the medical bay once more and gingerly knocked on the door.

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