Aslinn turns the wheel of the ship slowly when she hears a scraping sound. She jumps up and glances around. "Incu...I think I hit something..." Cyan hears Aslinn call him and grunts. "I told you to let me do it. But do you listen? No. Well...where are we?" Mikhail was just floating in the water helplessly when a large boat almost hits him. He watches the boat scrape a rock and break some of the boards. 'Maybe they can help me not drown...'

Charmase loves to stand outside on the docks, watching ships pass by. He was especially excited to see sail or row boats.

They didn't pollute the environment, and he loves that.

He glances back towards the mansion, wondering if Miration is up yet. He hopes he isn't...he hasn't made breakfast, yet.

"Um...according to the map we're near or in Lyssnar...," Aslinn mumbles. "Christ, Linn. Can't you do anything right? We bothered Zem to let us take the ship, and not only do we get lost, we put a fucking hole in it!" He shoves himself up and goes onto the deck. He facepalms when he sees Mikhail and drops a rope down for him. "Linn! You almost hit a kid!" he calls down.Mikhail climbs the rope gratefully. "Thank you...," he mumbles. "Mm-hm. Now we all should find land. And get this damn thing outta the water before we sink it."

Charmase spins around in a circle. As he does so, he notices a boat having a bit of trouble. Using his bright, colorful clothing, he flags it down and motions to the private dock he's standing on.

Cyan notices and stares at Aslinn. "Go that dock, over there, Linn." Aslinn goes back to the wheel and slowly gets to the dock. Mikhail watches all this happen and stares at the person flagging the boat down from the deck.

Charmase watches the boat slow to a stop next to Miration's private dock. He looks pleased with himself for assisting these people in their time of need.

Aislinn goes back up to the dock and glances at Cyan. "Incu...what are we going to do?" "Fix the damn thing and get back before she reams us both new assholes," Cyan mutters, rubbing his temples. He then slowly gets out of the ship to thank the person that helped them.

Charmase looks quite...female, to put it simply. The bright clothing only makes him look more feminine. He looks happy, and his smile hasn't wavered yet, at all.

Aislinn follows Cyan quickly.Cyan walks over to Charma and nods. "Thanks for helping us. Mikhail stays on the ship, fidgeting.

Charmase smiles brightly. He still doesn't look anything like a male, which can easily confuse strangers. "No need to thank me, friend," he replies cheerily, but softly. "I can't let someone in need pass me by. I have to help them." He lifts his arms slightly into the air and spins around in a slow circle. "Kindred spirits shine the brightest, after all..."

Cyan raises an eyebrow. "It's like listening to Stille...," he mutters to Aislinn. "Sparkles is not a bad person..." She pouts at Cyan.

Charmase tilts his head. "Sparkles? What a lovely epithet...hm." He claps his hands together. "So! What brings my new friends to Lyssnar today?"

"Besides the green stupid getting lost and breaking the ship?" Cyan mutters dully. Aislinn sighs at that. "I didn't do it on purpose..."

Charmase frowns a bit. "It's not nice to call people names unless they're pet names," he informs Cyan tranquilly. "It hurts their feelings...and we don't want that to happen." He raises his arms a bit once more. "Emotions are more precious than jewels..." He seems to remember something at that point, and jumps a bit. "Oh! My apologies!" He bows slightly. "I am Charmase, a personal cook to the owner of this house. What shall I call my new friends?"

"I'm Cyan. The green haired thing is Aislinn. And I have no idea what the other little boy's name is." Aislinn stares at Cyan. "Incu. Don't you think you should have asked that...?" "That would have required thinking." Cyan chuckles. Mikhail stays on the ship, still fidgeting.

Charmase notices Mikhail at this point, particularly his nervousness and the fact that he was dripping wet and looked sort of cold.

"Oh dear." Without a care in the world, he strolled up onto the ship and leaned down a bit, offering a rather small hand to Mikhail. "We should get you a towel...but first! Hi there. I'm Charmase. What's your name?"

Mikhail jumps a bit and stare at the hand, like he's expecting to get hit. "M-mikhail...," he says this quietly, still fidgeting.

Charmase took his hand gently. "Okay, Mika," he said brightly, immediately giving him a nickname. "Let's go inside and get you a towel."

He glanced at his other new friends. "You may come inside and relax, as well." He helped lead Mikhail into the mansion behind the dock and private beach.

Mikhail follows slowly. Aislinn watches Charma. Cyan nods. "All right."

Charmase helped Mikhail into the only room in the house connected to the beach--the living room. It was a modern living room, with a big crackling fireplace underneath a giant-screen TV hanging off the wall. The living room was connected to the kitchen, which was connected to a makeshift bar.

He sat Mikhail down on the couch and bustled away to the bathroom to get a towel.

Mikhail figets and glances around. Cyan pokes him in the head, making him jump. "CHill out, spazz boy. I doubt that Charma could hurt anything." Aislinn sighs. "Incu...stop..."

Charmase returns with a towel...and another person. He quickly wraps the towel around Mikhail and turns to the stranger, possibly bracing for an interrogation.

The stranger is tall and somewhat intimidating, with black and white spiky hair that comes down in a slight, tiny mullet shape in the back. He's wearing an old black leather trench-coat and eyeing Cyan and the others suspiciously. He doesn't look too friendly, and his arms fold across his chest slowly.

He sort of looks like the owner of this mansion...

Mikhail fidgets more, watching the stranger. Cyan stares back, amused.Aislinn slides behind Cyan nervously.

Finally, the stranger sighs, shaking his head. "Charmase. You should really ask me before bringing people into my house," he mutters, somewhat irritated.

Charmase pouts. "Mira, their ship broke down. I didn't have a choice. You sound crabby. Have you had your coffee, yet?"

Cyan stares at Aislinn. "Stop hanging on me, leech." He pulls her hand off his shirt. "Well you're in a good mood..." she mutters back. Mikhail just keeps fidgeting nervously.