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❱ Captain Ariadne Wednesday
❱ Sea of Dust
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The day they tried to make you disappear
is the day you decided to write your name
in the skies
in fire.
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Be with me now, leaving the Isle of Pelops,
mighty sons of Zeus and of Leda, now in
kindliness of heart appear to me, Castor
and Polydeuces:

you who wander over the wide earth, over
all the sea's domain on your flying horses,
easily delivering mortal men from
death and terror:
swept in far descent to the strong-built vessel's
masthead, you ride shining upon the cables,
through the weariness of the dark night bringing
light to the black ship.
invocation to the Dioscuri., Alcaeus of Mytilene, c. 575 B.C. [x]
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 17 - Test drive with Sandy Hawkins
 26 - Net with Clark Kent ([personal profile] truth_and_justice )
 26 - Cuddlr with Mark Watney ([personal profile] spudnik )
✔ 27 - Log (Open) with Clark Kent ([personal profile] truth_and_justice )
✔ 27 - Net with Mark Watney ([personal profile] spudnik )
29 - Net with Luke Skywalker ([profile] askywalker )
29 - Net with Beth Johanssen ([personal profile] sysop )
30 - Log - Meet & Greet 
30 - Log M&G w/ Wylan Van Eck ([personal profile] merch )
30 - Log M&G w/ Cassandra Cain ([personal profile] slam_poetry )
30 - Log M&G w/ Lando Calrissian ([personal profile] bespin )

✔ 04 - open RP with Sandy Hawkins ([personal profile] sand_and_coffee)
✔ 05 - Log Meet & Greet with Root ([personal profile] symbiosys )
19 - Net - cuddlr meme 
✘ 21 - Log Drinks with Mark Watney ([personal profile] spudnik )
22 - Net - Cuddlr with the archangel Gabriel ([personal profile] onlyhomemade)
✔ 29 - Log - Clark's B'day party 

✔ 01 - Log - cont'd IC Inbox with Sandy Hawkins ([personal profile] sand_and_coffee )
02 - Log - M&G with Jessica Jones ([personal profile] aliass )
09 - Log - Park with Clark Kent ([personal profile] truth_and_justice )
14 - Net - Cuddlr with Root ([personal profile] symbiosis)
14 - Log - Open
14 - Log - Conversing with Sandy
25 - Net - Cuddlr with Matt Murdock ([personal profile] fightlikehell )

10 - Log with Matt Murdock ([personal profile] fightlikehell )
12 - Log (Closed) with Sandy Hawkins ([personal profile] sand_and_coffee )
14 - Net with Bo Dennis ([personal profile] glittersnatch )
17 - Net with Harold Finch ([personal profile] volucres )
19 - Log with Harold Finch ([personal profile] volucres )

01 - Log with Tris Clark ([personal profile] saints )
04 - Log with Tony Stark ([personal profile] gbpp ) [May Meet & Greet]
14 - Log with Sandy ([personal profile] sand_and_coffee )

15 - Log with Daryl ([personal profile] vestigial )
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AGE: 46
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From the Jansz Cartographical Treatise on Alchera III
The Lethen Sea, also known as the Sea of Dust, is a meteorological anomaly not documented anywhere else in the known universe. Extremely fine particulate matter perpetually suspended in continual atmospheric disturbance, a standing dust storm rippled with magnetic and electrical phenomenon. It is a true ocean, complete with tides and currents, all supporting a rich and varied ecological system. Three million people live on the Verge, the single land mass in the northern hemisphere that rises above the Lethen, most of them in port cities in the north and east. Due to the violent nature of the seas near the equator and the difficulty of travelling overland (see the Field of Fractures, Flinders & Macquarie, v3), the southern rim has remained uncharted.

† The Imperial name for Icarus IX.

Wednesday loves the season of storms.  The cruisers that dare chase her south, past the ninth beam and into uncharted storms, all of them, without fail, ended up shredded on the breakers.  The Sisters are seven massive stone columns that rise up out of the sea, invisible on Imperial sensors until it's too late for them to alter course.  This time of year, it is her practice to run full tilt at their patrols, perforate their sails with a volley of shot and then make haste for their shadows.  It's really, like shooting pips in a barrel.

Come spring, there will be a lot of valuable salvage along the cliffs, at least in the form of scrap metal.



"Yes, Mr. Merrell.  Come in. Have a cup of tea."

"An it please you, I haven't time.  Maybe later.  Patrol sighted."

"Oh really?"

Merrell grinned at the predatory twist of his captain's lips.  "Aye, standard four by, with a gully mate flying escort."

"Oh they think they can pin me with a gully mate?  I do believe I'm insulted, Mr. Merrell."

"Aye.  I would be too.  Same as always?"

"Run out the guns, Mr. Merrell.  Bring her up to altitude and let's bring the Sisters some tribute, shall we?"

"Aye, Captain!"

Wednesday sipped the last of her tea, and then reached for her coat.  This time she wanted to watch the man's eyes when he realised he'd sailed over the beam into the teeth of her trap.


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Imperial cruisers seen in low orbit, deploying air ships into the upper atmosphere.   

From the quarterdeck, I observed twelve vessels deployed.  Half a turn later, three were cut to ribbons on the outer forge stream, four returned to outer atmo with propulsion malfunctions, one was adrift with a broken keel.  Only four arrived in Port St. Thaumaden intact.  Windwalking isn't exactly their strong suit, it seems.

Hauling anchor to see if we can't... assist with the recovery effort.

Welcome to Hell, boys.
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London, 2014: Ariadne Wednesday loves her job.  She acquires things for people.  Her business card says Wine Merchant, but that is largely a cover.  Not only does she travel around the world acquiring rare and precious bottles of wine, whiskey, and liqueurs, she also brings the rarest spices and ingredients to the best chefs in the world.

Other things may have been known to disappear in her presence, but only on rare occasions and only under very certain circumstances.  Jewels and art stolen by the nazis have found their way home via her suitcase.  She's also been known to indulge in specific acts of wealth re-distribution, and play merry havoc with smugglers whose cargo she deems to be unsavoury.

She speaks a handful of languages, she has contacts in every major city in the world, and she loves finding the most interesting people to spend her down time with.  She's a bit of an adrenaline junkie, as well.  She's not terribly good at following the rules, and she's very good at not getting caught.  When she does find herself in a pickle, she's not above resolving a confrontation with the traditional Glaswegian kiss.