The Count's ship was considerably the smallest spaceship she had ever encountered. In fact, it almost didn't feel like a spaceship at all. While the makings were still metallic and cold, paintings were placed up on the walls, somehow adjusting the the tube-like curve to the wall. Accompanied by warm lighting and other homey additions, the hallways that usually looked bare felt cozy enough to bring comfort.
With The Count leading the small group, Alik broke off into the direction of his room, which he already seemed to be familiar with. Wishing them to find their room well, the Captain named Edward went to finish the final preparations for departure. Finally they stopped in a dead-end hallway, but there was no door in sight. "Your room is here. If there is anything else you need, don't hesitate to ask. I'm sure we'll be taking off shortly." Christophe gave a warm smile to them both before heading back out of the hallway.
Katarina wasn't looking for a door. Instead she looked down at a barely visible hatch, and rearranged the bags on her shoulder so that she could use her arms and one leg to press down against it. The hatch gave way with the pressure and revealed a set of short ladder that revealed their room. "Shiny. Hol' this." Giving him a bag to free both of her hands, she went down the short ladder before holding up her arms to indicate for him to drop the bag back down.
Locke's expectations for the trip had been completely different from the reality. Except for his magical transportation from Fridmond to RhyDin, he remembered just about every first time he'd been in a vehicle. The bout of seasickness he'd felt as a child when he'd gone out on the ocean with his father on a boat, the unpleasant prickling sensation that accompanied Locke's trip to New North Umberland, the sensation of wind whipping his clothes around while flying high above the city in an airship. He also remembered the way his first trips had all too often been escapes, from bad situations and family troubles. This didn't feel like an escape, but a voyage towards something even better.
Most of his familiarity with space and spacer types came from time spent at Star's End and the spaceport, which, while being clearly high-tech, was stark and sparse in its general design. Thus, Locke was expecting something along a similar line, gray and bulky and uninviting. The artwork on the walls, the lighting (which was far nicer than the harsh white fluorescent he was expecting), and the general attitude from those present on board the ship was surprising. It was that surprise, and his complete unfamiliarity with the technology present, that kept him silent as they walked through the ship. He took the bag with his free hand, his own messenger bag draped over the other shoulder. When Katarina motioned to him, he dropped the bag before climbing down the ladder himself.
As soon as she received the extra bag, she sent up a quick warning, "Watch yer step, i's a li'l slippery." It wasn't really with the shoe choice she had with the traction on the bottom of her boots, but she could tell the metal was slick when her palms touched it.
Turning away, she inspected the room with an immediate sigh of relief. It had more space than she anticipated, and the bathroom was it's own separate room, rather than being exposed or parts being built into the wall that could be used and stowed away at will. With the bed to the left, a dresser right across from it, and a loveseat past the foot of the bed next to the opened door to the bathroom, the arrangement made the room look bigger than it actually was. With colors of deep burgundy, forest green and rich gold, it reminded Katarina of the set from La Bayadere. Obviously from another planet and of rich taste. "Wow." She had been on nice ships, but even this was exceeding her expectations. "All this fer a spare room 'n a private boat." A slight smirk of amusement and shake of her head, before she began unloading the bags she was holding and those strapped around her onto the bed.
Of course, her warning about the slippery metal was enough to make the smoother soles of his dress shoes nearly slide off, but his balance was superb, and he was able to recover with only a slight pause and bobble in his descent. Once he was on more solid ground, he set his bag down next to hers. Impressed at the opulence of the room, he whistled lowly. "This bloke doesn't mess around when it comes to decoration, does he?" It was Locke's turn to shake his head. In the brief amount of time he'd spent with the Count, he'd gotten a decent idea of how expensive the man's tastes ran, but this was even beyond what he was expecting. He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal pinstriped suitcoat, then fiddled with the silver cuff links some.
"The bloke dun mess 'round much, period." She gave Locke a warm smile and was about to say something else, when a baritone voice came over the intercom, "This is Captain Edwards speaking; we should be taking off in roughly fifteen minutes."
Katarina started to head towards the sound that filled the small room, muttering, "Where is it.. where is it.. ah!" Finding the speaker, there were a few buttons alongside in different colors. Pushing on the dark blue one, she talked into the speaker, "Capt'n, is it 'lrigh' ta come up an' watch, er there windows somewhere's?"
The voice filled the room again, "There is a viewing window in the dining room straight down the hall, past the cargo room. You will see the opening on your right, Miss Smith."
"Thanks!" Letting go of the button, she sent Locke a wink, "Ya gotta watch a' leas' once, yeah?" Pressing a big red button, it opened the hatch once more and she carefully climbed up the ladder.
With The Count leading the small group, Alik broke off into the direction of his room, which he already seemed to be familiar with. Wishing them to find their room well, the Captain named Edward went to finish the final preparations for departure. Finally they stopped in a dead-end hallway, but there was no door in sight. "Your room is here. If there is anything else you need, don't hesitate to ask. I'm sure we'll be taking off shortly." Christophe gave a warm smile to them both before heading back out of the hallway.
Katarina wasn't looking for a door. Instead she looked down at a barely visible hatch, and rearranged the bags on her shoulder so that she could use her arms and one leg to press down against it. The hatch gave way with the pressure and revealed a set of short ladder that revealed their room. "Shiny. Hol' this." Giving him a bag to free both of her hands, she went down the short ladder before holding up her arms to indicate for him to drop the bag back down.
Locke's expectations for the trip had been completely different from the reality. Except for his magical transportation from Fridmond to RhyDin, he remembered just about every first time he'd been in a vehicle. The bout of seasickness he'd felt as a child when he'd gone out on the ocean with his father on a boat, the unpleasant prickling sensation that accompanied Locke's trip to New North Umberland, the sensation of wind whipping his clothes around while flying high above the city in an airship. He also remembered the way his first trips had all too often been escapes, from bad situations and family troubles. This didn't feel like an escape, but a voyage towards something even better.
Most of his familiarity with space and spacer types came from time spent at Star's End and the spaceport, which, while being clearly high-tech, was stark and sparse in its general design. Thus, Locke was expecting something along a similar line, gray and bulky and uninviting. The artwork on the walls, the lighting (which was far nicer than the harsh white fluorescent he was expecting), and the general attitude from those present on board the ship was surprising. It was that surprise, and his complete unfamiliarity with the technology present, that kept him silent as they walked through the ship. He took the bag with his free hand, his own messenger bag draped over the other shoulder. When Katarina motioned to him, he dropped the bag before climbing down the ladder himself.
As soon as she received the extra bag, she sent up a quick warning, "Watch yer step, i's a li'l slippery." It wasn't really with the shoe choice she had with the traction on the bottom of her boots, but she could tell the metal was slick when her palms touched it.
Turning away, she inspected the room with an immediate sigh of relief. It had more space than she anticipated, and the bathroom was it's own separate room, rather than being exposed or parts being built into the wall that could be used and stowed away at will. With the bed to the left, a dresser right across from it, and a loveseat past the foot of the bed next to the opened door to the bathroom, the arrangement made the room look bigger than it actually was. With colors of deep burgundy, forest green and rich gold, it reminded Katarina of the set from La Bayadere. Obviously from another planet and of rich taste. "Wow." She had been on nice ships, but even this was exceeding her expectations. "All this fer a spare room 'n a private boat." A slight smirk of amusement and shake of her head, before she began unloading the bags she was holding and those strapped around her onto the bed.
Of course, her warning about the slippery metal was enough to make the smoother soles of his dress shoes nearly slide off, but his balance was superb, and he was able to recover with only a slight pause and bobble in his descent. Once he was on more solid ground, he set his bag down next to hers. Impressed at the opulence of the room, he whistled lowly. "This bloke doesn't mess around when it comes to decoration, does he?" It was Locke's turn to shake his head. In the brief amount of time he'd spent with the Count, he'd gotten a decent idea of how expensive the man's tastes ran, but this was even beyond what he was expecting. He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal pinstriped suitcoat, then fiddled with the silver cuff links some.
"The bloke dun mess 'round much, period." She gave Locke a warm smile and was about to say something else, when a baritone voice came over the intercom, "This is Captain Edwards speaking; we should be taking off in roughly fifteen minutes."
Katarina started to head towards the sound that filled the small room, muttering, "Where is it.. where is it.. ah!" Finding the speaker, there were a few buttons alongside in different colors. Pushing on the dark blue one, she talked into the speaker, "Capt'n, is it 'lrigh' ta come up an' watch, er there windows somewhere's?"
The voice filled the room again, "There is a viewing window in the dining room straight down the hall, past the cargo room. You will see the opening on your right, Miss Smith."
"Thanks!" Letting go of the button, she sent Locke a wink, "Ya gotta watch a' leas' once, yeah?" Pressing a big red button, it opened the hatch once more and she carefully climbed up the ladder.