There were only a couple problems with their current situation. One: The captain was old and more difficult to interest. Two: there wasn't going to be an easy way to get her clothes back on. Well, not privately. Still, there was also the more interesting option...
Attempt to get the big, strong, virile, handsome frogman to help me put my clothes back on, surely he wants to see the spangles properly in motion...
[Finesse: 9+2]
You ignore the deck crew and tiptoe over to where the senior officers are considering the capsule, and tap your large friend on the shoulder. He looks back irritably, then back toward the capsule, eager to not miss a thing being unintelligibly discussed. Not content to be ignored, you wiggle up to him, and he does his best to ignore you for a good half minute with an impassive expression before the frog captain pauses for a moment, looking at you gyrating against his third mate. A silence descends as the others also look in your direction, and finally your virile protector looks at you as well, his face very noticeably drawn.
He escorts you a fair distance out of sight, followed by good-natured froggy chuckling from the officers and crew, and looks rather exasperated as he ponders what you could possibly want from him, and you waste no time in beginning to seductively put your outfit back together, letting it hug your curves as the third mate watches. He gets the idea quickly enough, and his large hands set to work in helping you get to the inaccessible spots, eyes following the tearaway design and multitudinous spangles with obvious fascination. As he does up the last bit of it in the very back and you find yourself fully clothed once more, he steps back, examining you for a long moment. It's not lust that he looks at you with, you don't think. More an aesthetic fascination, and now a strange admiration as well, having had a bit of time to get himself acquainted with every well-sculpted part of your exquisite form.
A small passing frog grabs his attention before he can get properly lost in thought, though, and for its interruption it is seemingly given the task to keep an eye on you, being apparently the equivalent of a ship's boy, the large frogman giving you a nod and an awkward mumble before heading back on deck. The small servant-frog stares at you with the characteristic bulging eyes you've come to expect, seemingly wondering if you're capable of giving him any orders or if he's to improvise.
Item Renewed For Use: Incredibly Seductive Spangly Tearaway Outfit!Retainer Gained: Ship's BoySee if we can get some food from the frogs.
[Mind: 7+1]
You wiggle your chelicerae at the frogs and point your pedipalps at them as best you can in a "needs food badly" kind of gesture. Some of them hop back a little as you lean toward them, some laugh, some start pushing their comrades toward you, and this lasts for a good couple of minutes before one of them starts to fish around in a nearby barrel for stuff to throw at you, coming up with a strange purple spiky thing that's either an exotic fruit or some kind of sea urchin and throws it at you. You catch it out of the air, its needles pricking your arms a little unpleasantly, but much to your delight it does seem to be some kind of meaty thing, so you go ahead and sink your fangs into it, shooting venom into it and letting it slowly liquefy as you begin to suck out the already mostly-liquid contents, the frogs watching completely captivated as the feeding habits of the common Spider Person are laid bare before them.
The thing doesn't exactly taste fresh, and more than a little fishy, but being near the very limit of starvation you take what you can get and take it with utmost delight - as you toss the spiky shell overboard after being done with it, the crew are more than eager to throw you another one, this time lime green and strangely hairy - it squeaks gently as you envenom it, but resists very little otherwise. You see the Frog People elbow each other to get in front to see and cheer as you go through another one, and then three more, each of an increasingly strange color and consistency, but they get the job done, and you feel the blissful sensation of fullness set in as the Frog People keep the urchins coming.
Wound Nullified: StarvationAllright. Keep it together Waffels. You've got this.
Let the frogs gaze and prod as much as they like. Try to understand some of what they're saying with my new found knowledge of Gweh's and Kwahs.
[Mind: 3-1]
You stare glassy-eyed at the frogs as you concentrate on what they're saying. To be honest, you have no idea. But you do manage to say gwaagh, and they say gwaagh to you right back in a more questioning kind of way, you think, and then you say kweh, and one of them says twah and everyone starts laughing when you say twah back. A couple others start saying kwowawoa, and you go along with them and say it right back as best as your spidery mouthparts can manage. They seem to enjoy that a lot!
So you sit there a while, learning a whole lot of very funny words in increasingly elaborate variations from the nice frogmen. You're pleasantly surprised they have such an appreciation for linguistics!
Gained a funny understanding of Basic Frog Phrases!Ignore the prodding frogs, unless they get too handsy, or they try to steal anything.
You stand between Waffels and Bert as the former chatters with the Frog People and the latter engages in the venerable zoo tradition of participating in feeding time, and look around thoughtfully. You see the officers and senior crew get a good chuckle out of Eccentrica distracting her large friend away from the capsule, the Frog People gathered waiting for 30 seconds at best before resuming the split of the loot without him.
[Body: 2+2]
You are suddenly hit in the head by a sky blue sea urchin of some kind, the needles slipping into your rather soft exoskeleton as your head stiffens at the sudden perforation, the thing narrowly missing your eyes. The Frog Person who threw it tilts his head, then starts to laugh at the amusing sight as he watches you gently check it with your pedipalp and wince. This part of the deck seems to have turned into quite a show indeed.
You look at Heehoo, still sitting at the edge of the deck, still very much inexplicably sullen as he turns to shine a little light in your eyes experimentally. You feel your face rapidly start to become numb, spreading from the bits where the urchin's still stabbed into.
Gained Wound: UrchinedGained Colorful Sea Urchin (attached to head)
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