Shy sat at the hearthside in that favored wingback chair, drinking her chosen beverage of mead as she contemplates taking a voyage. Long, suede-encased legs are crossed at the knees; right leg over left. Beneath her black hooded cloak she wears a peach-colored silk blouse; satin ribbons woven throughout her braid are a matching hue to that of her blouse, and anchored by a white pearl in a gold setting. It is nice that the place is not crowded, and she is not as tense as she was last evening.

Ileen was cold, very cold in fact. A large flannel used as a coat, it could have been wrapped about her a couple of times, and was held quite close as she shouldered her way in and headed for the bar. A spy of Shy, Ileen grinned at her widely. "Morning, Shy...good to see you..." A near miss of a trip, she rounded the counter and set about making a fresh pot of coffee.

A slow bouncing of her right knee-highed, fur-trimmed booted foot, to a jaunty tune that is playing in her head. Drinking vessel is hoisted for another swallow or two of the honeyed brew. Light blue gaze drifts away from the small fire, to land upon Ms McGowan. "Greetings, Ileen. I hope all is well with you this dag." Of course that song ebbs, and the foot bouncing ceases. A dimpled smile forms as she watches the female pirate.

This was going to be too much hassle, as she was not awake enough to find the jar of coffee. Maybe there wasn't any up front. It would wait and a banana was snagged from a bowl set there and she wandered towards the hearth, to slump down into the couch. At least someone had thought to set a small fire. "I'm wonderful, and how you be?" Legs pulled up beneath her, comfort found.

"I am fint enough. So, you are wonderful ... is there any particular reason?" It never hurts to inquire as far as she is concerned. "I do not hear others use that word often when describing how they are."

"I didn't wake up dead..." The grin broadening by leaps and bounds, attention was fully on the woman. "That always helps.." A shrug set to roll a shoulder. "You ready for winter? Been too much preparation for it, finally done. The men are quite happy about it." Peeling the fruit, a bite was soon taken.

Merrily laughs at Ileen's reply. She likes it! Nods to her question. "Ja, I and my crew are prepared for the Vinter Season. We usually have e'erything in order, early. We are used to the harsh conditions, which kan be quite milder here than in our hjemland of Norge. 'Tis always a relief to complete necessary tasks before it snows, ja?"

Click, clack, click. There was a wiggle of her snot at the lingering odor on the air as Icer made her way along the cobbled street. She'd been up early and to the market to get a few trinkets for the little ones.

After taking another swig or three of mead, inquires, "And Jack? How is that scallywag of yours?" Softly chortling.

"Aye...now I can spend the next couple of months freezing my bum off. I wonder if I should pad it." Leaning her head back, the banana peel was tossed into the hearth. "Still moored around the coves, we be thinking to go out half a mile or so, that way the ice won't accumulate." A chuckle to scallywag. "He's good, blasphemous as ever and glad we are gonna get a break. How's Victor?"

Icer. Snot. Hmm.

At least it was peaceful now.. A glance to the porch, and up the stairs, nudging the door open with her snout.

"I am sure Jack shall enjoy warming up your bum, Ileen." Snickers ever-so-slyly. A slight tilting of her head when she hears about them going out half a mile or so on the water. "Do you intend on remaining out there all Vinter?" A pause before continuing, "Viktor is fint, I am sure." Glances over at the main entry when the door opens. "Greetings, Icer."

A nod to Shy and IIeen as she slid inside, letting the door shut behind her.

"More than likely, aye, we probably will. I know we will be out at the cabin a lot." Regarding her a long moment, a curious expression to something. "Morning Icer!" Called out to the dragon.

Shy's attention returns to Ileen. "You have a cabin? I was unawares of that information."

Click clack. Now on her way to her water dish.

"Aye, my sister and I had one built years ago, Jack helped me open it up and get it back liveable. We spend a lot of time there as of late. Outside of town." Nodding.

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer and Aurthur.)

Aurthur's ooze matched Icer's snot. How attractive.

Very!

It could have been worse. There are so many things Shy could have said. Winces at the shouting, then heartily laughs at the wake-up call. Hearing the hatch door open, glances upward to see Icer's mate arrive, and perch.

Glancing to the three women for a moment. " Be silent ye nattering loud mouthed she devil of a wench. " Muttered as Jack swaggered behind the bar for the daily bottle of rum. Captain Morgan rum no less. That in hand he moved to park it on a stool.

A peek upwards and Icer grinner. "Hello love."

"Such lovey-dovey navn's you two have for each other!" Addressing both Ileen and Jack. Dimpled smile for both, too.

"Hello gorgeous." Smiling down at his beloved, Aurthur inquired. "Gossiping, again?"

"Now when have I been known to gossip, love?" Grin.

"You can kiss my ass you demanding grouchy wanna be pirate in ill fitted breeks..." Huffed in the bossy ones direction, Ileen's charming smile once more met Shy. "Aren't we though!"

"You forgot to add the word knave in there, Ileen." Did she not usually call him that word?

"Good morning, Aurthur." A smiling wink from Ileen. "Crikey...." And included... "KNAVE SOT! Thanks Shy."

Another giggle from Icer.

"When AREN'T you gossiping would be the easier answer." Sticks his tongue out as his mate as Aurthur hops down from the rafters, heading towards his mate. "Good morning Ileen." Giving a look that was both suspicious and full of amusement.

Setting the bottle down on that one, and swaggered his way right over to Ileen. Leaning down and right in front of the others. Pressed a hot kiss right on the wench's lips, before leaning back. " There. " And back to swaggering towards the bar.

"You are most velkommen, Ileen. I am glad I kan hjelp." Smiling prettily before she takes another swig of the honeyed brew.

A smirk as IIeen received pirate kisses. And soon she stole a smooch from her beloved.

Thrumming softly as he was kissed, curling himself around his mate, savoring the kiss and letting it linger for long moments.

Before Jack could escape, Ileen swatted his bum and returned the kiss ten fold. "Morning, love..." Sick and twisted, yes. But it worked.

Grinning and thrumming contently, resting her head against her beloved's shoulder after finally breaking the kiss.

Stretching out further, Ileen's attention returned to Shy. "Sure everything is alright with you?" Something was off and she couldn't put a finger on it.

" Morning, beloved. " Over his shoulder after the rump slap, with Jack returning after he grabbed the bottle. Aiming to plop down on the outstretched wench.

Grinning and nipping his mate playfully. "I have a special dinner planned for you, dear."

"Dinner sounds wonderful my love." Icer responded.

"Ohh, and you'll like this one, dear." Nodding. "Ginger marinated wyvern steaks. And no vegetables." Aurthur grinned.

"OOAPH!" Shifting a little bit to accommodate Jack, a leg was draped onto his hip.

Patting Ileen's leg with one hand, while taking a swig of rum with the other.

"My favorite, love." And yes, veggies were ick!

"I thought you might like it." Aurthur chuckled. "I thought about baking potatoes, but I thought you might not like your favorite meal polluted with veggies......Even though you should eat some now and again......"

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer and Aurthur.)

That was when Icer started blushing.

Shifting a look over Jack's shoulder, Ileen kinda stared at Aurthur, then blurted. "Get a room! I'll pay!"

Once again he started to pat and play with the wench's legs while keeping quiet as he looked between the two women. This seemed to be one of those talks just for women. As for Ileen making his life a living hell, he returns the favor each and every time.

Jack was quiet, something must be brewing.

"Males are so unsuspecting, e'en if they believe they have the upper hand." Wolfish smile forms. Perhaps that was for Jack's benefit, more than Ileen's. Because, women are much more attuned to gut instincts.

" I just be playing the aloof male. " Jack finally spoke, as he took another swig of the rum.

Shy chuckled at Jack's remark.

"Ahhhh, I love it when you blush, dear." Aurthur smooched his mate. "We have a room, Ileen......But it was awful nice of you to offer." Smirks.

Maybe Shy knew that she had just basically told her what the unsettling was, maybe she didn't. Regardless, Ileen nodded. "Well that is true, Jack thinks he has the upper hand, but I give his baby hairs a yank now and then to remind him differently. Then again, we fight like cats and dogs most of the time, but there is a sick level of easiness with us." A shrug to that, then a snort to his words. "Do you even know what aloof means, love?" If she had something hard in her hand, she would throw it at Aurthur. Yep.

Chuckling and snuggling. "I know you do, love."

Jack gave a side glance on Ileen now. " Ye just be thinking that ye be having the upper hand. " Before grabbing a pillow and whipping it at the two dragons. Just because, before eyeing Ileen. Not saying a word.

Score!

There is no doubt the female Viking is considered a predator. It is those that believe she is not one, that are in trouble. Or those that tend to forget how ruthless she can be. The fools. Bursts out laughing when Ms McGowan inquires of Jack about the word 'aloof'.

Whap, slapped in the head with a pillow. "Hey, what was that for?!"

" Ye be making me sick with the lovey dovey act. " Jack said, over the back of the couch.

Reaching over, Ileen tapped Shy's arm in a -watch this- motion and spoke one word. "Priest." Then eyed Jack.

Blinking, looking at his mate. "But....It's not an act....." Purely confused.

And Shy does watch, intently.

Icer was whapped as well!

" Go be finding one. " Pirate smirk crossing Jack's lips.

An arching of one eyebrow, still closely observing.

"I did, and you ran!" Ileen was growling at him, and a pinch somewhere.

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer and Aurthur.)

Saint Mary's was not very far from the Inn. A six block trek give or take. Finding Father Jacob an even easier task, he was giving confession and Ileen waited patiently for him to be done. Toe tapping, when he finally graced her, heard her out and prayed, the two were then on their way back to the Inn. "Only if you are sure, Ileen. Only if you are sure." His consoling words kept to the hush of whispers.

"Every male learns that lesson early. Thankfully I learned it eventually." Aurthur grinned.

Jack rose from the couch now and swaggered to peer out a window. Ileen wasn't really going to bring a bloody priest back this time.

A wink to Shy, still snuggling with her mate.

"There are witnesses, but I am sure he has run, Father. Regardless, there will be a handsome donation to the church." Spoken as the steps were once more cleared and the door opened. Father Jacob was neither young nor old, but he was quite tall and a handsome one in his own right. A pity he was kept to matters of the Lord. "There he is..." Spying Jack in the window before stepping inside....with the Priest.

The last of her mead gone, sets the empty mug down on the small end table just to the left of her chair arm. Watches Jack as he gets up and makes his way to the window. Inhales deeply, slowly exhaling that drawn breath. "Do I smell fear?"

Aurthur blinks as Ileen indeed returns with a priest, turning his head to rumble low, to his mate. "Perhaps we should renew our vows again, while we have a priest here, love?" Snickers softly.

Another swig of the rum and Jack set the bottle down, and narrowed his eyes at the window. " Be no fear. " Moving back from the window now, as he moved to lean against the bar. Arms crossed as he waited. Who would win this battle of wills?

Shy muttered softly in her native language. If it was to be translated into the Common tongue of the land, they would know she said, "Bless him Father, for he has sinned." As she is staring at the pirate Jack Morgan.

"Perhaps my love." Icer whispered to Aurthur.

Perhaps Jack is going to be baptized?

"Captain Jack Morgan, this is Father Jacob from Saint Mary's. He has agreed to marry us, Jack and file the documents with the city proper." Ileen's smile almost haphazard in it's regard.

Father Jacob reached out a hand to Jack. "Greetings, Captain Morgan. A pleasure to meet you."

Shy is smirking, simply waiting to find out Jack's reaction.

" Greetings, Father Jacob. " Jack shook the priest's hand before looking to Ileen, then back to the priest. He hadn't run just yet.

Shy begins counting silently.

They could always trip him up if he tried!

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer and Aurthur.)

"Yes please, Shy." Jacob smiled broadly. "Such a joyous occasion."

Now eyeing Ileen hard now. The evil wench was actually pulling it off it seemed. As well as the others moving to block the doorways. " Be giving me a moment. I be remembering that there be some rings I be leaving upstairs. " And that's where he would go.

Shy stands up and moves over to the bar.

"Alright Jack..." The red head stood there, watching him go up and waited.

"I think he might take the plunge......Out the upstairs window, that is." Frowning, Aurthur hadn't thought of blocking the stairway.

Uh oh! Someone might want tae check the roof.

Jacob leaned over and whispered to Ileen.

Charles can put a ward around the outside so if he falls he just ends up in the inn again.

Walks up the porch stairs, and enters the Inn, looking about, Art smiles to all before making his way towards the bar.

Shy folds her arms in front of her as they all wait for Jack to return. She should have taken bets!

That would not be necessary, Charles.

Pausing, Art looks about, one eyebrow raised and says. "Did someone one put a ward around the Inn just then?" Looking at Charles more than anyone, since Arthour knows he can do magic.

Charles shook his head. "Nope, not me. " He looked at the Arthour with an awkward smile, not sure how he got through Aurthur.

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer, Aurthur, Charles and Art.)

Returning Charles nod, Art carried on smiling, watching and sipping his cider from behind the bar.

Gulp. A glance was given the ceiling, briefly Ileen considered fleeing. But was taken aback by the flowers and took them from Shy with a nod. Then a nervous nod to Jack.

Jacob opened his bible and smiled between all of them.

"Wait!" Shy practically shouting that word out to the priest.

Charles smiled widely as he slipped outside. A good view of the wedding from a window he started preparing the fireworks.

Jack's arm moved around Ileen before nodding for the priest to start. Oh bloody hell they were actually going through with it.

Jacob jumped visibly and looked at Shy.....he was waiting.

"I thought you ran, you sot.." Ileen was grinding her teeth as she whispered to Jack.

" Ye should know better than to tempt the fates with me. I'll always get you back. " Murmrued very low for Ileen's ears only.

"Wait a moment!" Shy turned her gaze upon the nervous couple. "Did you two not say you wanted to be wed aboard the Pandora, during a sunrise?" She would hate to see that dream dashed if they still wanted it.

Art was looking between them all, this had clearly been well planned, and Arthour wished he could stay, but soon, he would have to leave, a shame really, considering what was about to happen.

"Before we begin..." Jacob said, as he waited on Shy. "Ileen stated neither of you had vows to be spoke..." His words trailing off as the Viking woman spoke.

Ileen then stared at Shy.

Jack would wait for the priest to put two and two together.
Icer snuggled her mate, then chuckled. "Well we could carry them there, yes?"

See, now there was an even bigger quandary. Ileen supposed they could do this twice if so. "Do you want to wait, Jack?" Oh Jesus.

"Well na? Are you going to forego doing that?" Feels it is her responsibility as the maid of honour to speak up. Not just that, but she is a seafarer, as well, and they might regret not following that dream!

Charles had all of the needed fireworks set up. Just waiting on the sparks to fly.

"We could certainly carry everyone easy enough, dear. Hominids are easy to transport." Quipped Aurthur.

The non drinking Priest was going to need a drink.

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer, Aurthur, Charles and Art.)

"After much debate, we are gathered here among friends to join these two of sound mind and body, Ileen Seoid?n McGowan and Jack Morgan." He would have added Captain, but it was just not the way of it.

"Sound mind? We don't have a sound mind between us.." Muttered from Ileen.

Shy was thinking the same thing!

Icer grinned, snuggled still in her beloved's wing.

" That's Captain Jack Morgan. " To the priest. " We be about as sound minded as a crazy person. " Muttered in return to the wench.

Shy was willing herself to continue to keep her big mouth shut.

"Marriage is a commitment not just made by two, but by two that are joined in one soul that are destined to live their lives together as one. While you have differences, your foundation with one another is the same and strong enough to endur all that comes your way as a married couple."

"He can't say Captain at the moment Jack, that is not your name." Ileen whispered up to him.

A deep sigh from the Priest as he hears them bickering back and forth.

"It be part of my name. " Jack murmured back to Ileen.

"I will cut to the chaise. Is there anyone here that forbids this marriage between these two, if so speak now or forever hold your peace." Jacob looked around, especially to Shy.

The female Viking is constantly letting her gaze drift from the priest, to Ileen and Jack, and back and forth.

Poor Father Jacob got a smile from the pirate.

It takes all of Aurthur's willpower NOT to laugh and snicker.

Charles waits for the kiss. By god

Opens her mouth to say something, then Shy pointedly looks at Ileen.

"It is not your name, Jack. It is your title..." Ileen growled.

Then Jack pinched Ileen at those words.

If Ileen gives her any kind of signal to speak up, she will.

" It be part of me name. Little Jewel. " Growled back.

Ileen was still convinced that Jack would not say I do, so did not speak up.

He was convinced of the same thing of Ileen.

Clamps her mouth shut, and looks warily from Ileen, to the priest. Shy firmly believes Ileen is wrong. And wants to say something so badly!

" It is lovely, yes." Icer whispered to her beloved.

Shy would rather see them wed on the ship!

Hearing noone, Jacob continued. "Do you Ileen, of your own free will, vow to be Jack's wife, to honor and cherish him in sickness and in health, from this day forward until death do you part?"

Shy looks at Ileen.

"I do not vow to obey him, I am making that clear right now." Ileen chirped.

"Weddings usually are dear......" Whispered quietly to his mate. "You could still have a proper one, you know."

"I never said obey, Ileen.." The priest retorted.

That got Jack to chuckle. " That not be an I do. " Chiming in.

Looking up at Jack, then around the Inn, something struck Ileen and she truly wished to do this once and for all aboard what they both loved and lived for, with everyone present. But, if she did not...Jack would take it as she wished not to marry him.

Jack looked down at Ileen, waiting for it.

"I....." Brows furrowing, it wasn't right to do this. Then looked at Jack again, seeing the challenge in his gaze. The absolute challenge. He was daring her. "I do..."

Jack's eyes narrowed to her calling his bluff.

Shy practically groaned, but did not. Behind her back, she is actually wringing her hands.

"I do nae need a proper wedding, love." Icer whispered.

"Do you, Jack...of your own free will, vow to be Ileen's husband, to honor and cherish in sickness and in health, from this day forward until death do you part?" Asked as Jacob turned to Jack.

Shy has heard about ESP, and now begins trying to use mental powers on Jack. In her mind she is saying, "Let us wait and do it aboard the Pandora." Over and over and over and over and over. As well as staring at Captain Morgan.

Ileen's turn to eye Jack, narrow incarnate.

Icer's not saying anything! Listening to the priest, and grinning to Jack.

Slowly looking back to poor Father Jacob, then back to Ileen. Just wait for it people. " I do, but this not be us, Father Jacob. " Looking to the priest now. " Just not be feeling right to be doing this here. "

Shy closes her eyes and keeps that silent mantra going!

"Oh thank god!" Ripped from Ileen's lip's! Did she actually say that?!

Does Charles not get to fire off fireworks !?

Icer muffled a giggle hearing IIeen!

The bible was snapped closed and Jacob smiled.

Eyes open quickly, and a big sigh escapes from the maid of honour.

"That is understood, Jack. I will be present when you are both ready, this is not the time." A pat reaching his shoulder given by the Priest. "It's understood."

Perhaps Icer was thinking now."Perhaps we could..."

Charles sighs seeing nothing happened. He begins to take down the firework display he had made.

Aurthur nuzzled his mate* If you want a proper wedding, love, then I would be more than happy to have one.

Jack nodded lightly to the priest. " We be contacting ye when we be ready. " Shaking Father Jacob's hand again. " Sorry to be troubling ye. "

Naturally, Shy now believes she has the power of ESP.

"If you wish, love." Icer whispered, the priest was still there after all.

Aurthur, chuckled. "I always thought you would like to have a wedding, dear, with all your friends present.....Although, I think we may need to have it elsewhere, this Inn isn't big enough for our family, AND all your friends."

Charles sneaks his way back inside, the bag of explosives and others over his shoulder. HIs face held a frown because he wanted to fire them off.

The Priest nodded to Jack and Ileen, then the others before taking his leave through the back way.

(TBC. Collaborative RDI play, thank you to the player's of Jack, Shy, Icer, Aurthur, Charles and Art.)