Something fun we wanted to bring to the forum is the opportunity to inspire other players with player based gossip and intrigue. The eyes of the British Ton are always on you, so it is best if you act accordingly. If the event is salacious enough, the event may even make it onto the Romancing Jan Social Media!
Guidelines:
1.Please include the date in which this occurred and details vague enough to lead to speculation. Also these are things that the public WOULD see, not something super private or discreet.
2. These are one time occurrences.
3. All players involved must consent to the activity, and the posting.
4. To make sure the event becomes canon, someone needs to write a letter about the occurrence.
As I've just started working on the RJ social media, Athena and I thought it would be fun if every so often some gossip made it on there.
25 February 1812 – Robinette Merchant Docks
For the past 24 hours, the activity around Captain Griffen’s ship the Firebird has been frenetic. Foodstuffs and water are hastily being stowed. Gunpowder charges and cannon shot are arriving and carefully being place in the fore and aft magazines. Crew is arriving with seabags. Interestingly, the crew members are older than usual and there is a lot of smiles, hugs and slaps on the back as crew members see each other. Two mysterious passengers arrive in long cloaks and disappear below decks. By early afternoon, Captain Griffen, his son and their lynxes arrive with a couple of trunks which are stowed in the Captain’s cabin. They are the last to arrive. Captain Griffen surveys the ship, and nods satisfied. He turns to a woman in an officer’s uniform. “Grace, take us out and gather the officers for a meeting in the conference room as soon as we cast off”. Captain Griffen, his son and their lynxes go below.
After the Firebird is moving down the Thames, the officers disappear below. They come back topside with grim expressions on their faces, and they disperse, talking to groups of crew members who also become upset.
Captain Griffen and his son come topside and walk to the quarterdeck. He looks at the crew and says. “So now you know. Let’s be about it. Loose jibs and topgallants, if you please. Oliver, please make sure all stans’ls are in working order for the open sea."
Captain Griffen stands next to the helmsman, holding his sleeping son and staring off into the distance as the Firebird picks up speed while moving down the Thames towards the ocean.