The natives of Melbourne are a rough, but good-natured bunch, and it is easy to find all manner of diversion.
Jinda takes it all in like an inquisitive bird, following her fancy to investigate the wealth of novel experiences that surround her. Ando has decided to cope by adopting a stoic philosophy, and points himself his sister's bodyguard, letting her do the exploring and keeping himself ready to protect her from the results of any indiscretions or unwanted attention.
Emma insists on borrowing the Azar girl for the better part of two hours, while she sets about getting her a modern wardrobe. Shoes are the hardest battle, and despite Emma's best efforts they somehow manage to get "lost", even the ones with the high buttons. The rest of the clothing, Jinda finds quite amusing.
The newspaper that Brady finds has only two items of note, an article detailing some minor detail following the establishment of Capetown (their next destination) as the Parliamentary capital of the new Union of South Africa, and something about a revolution in Mexico. The modern world ticks on.
Enny is quite successful at re-ingratiating himself with the crew. He wins and loses with such graceful good nature that he can't help but be likable. When the opportunity for port comes along, he decides to go carousing, and a number of the sailors at liberty decide to join him.
XDice Roll: -3
Enny 4 = Social 4 , Qualified Failure (-1)
Carousing without getting into TOO much trouble... 2 = Social 2 , Qualified Success (1)
Crap! What an awful roll! Enny can modify to a Tie with an expression, in which case, feel free to modify or embellish the details of his hazy memories below.
Enny awakens with a head full of candyfloss. The taste of a bit too much alcohol is pretty much self-evident, and further verified by the hint of a hangover. His memories swim in his head like a school of flitting goldfish. There was music. Someone was playing piano with that new ragtime beat out of the Americas? There was dancing? Yes, he remembers severl of the members of the crew convincing him that Greek line dancing could be fit to the music somehow. Someone made an off color comment, and there was a fight, rough and good natured. He remembers seeing a giant fist with gnarled knuckles, from very close. A hand to his left eye confirms that it made an introduction with his face. There was a girl in there somewhere, too... Was that right before the fight? Or after? Must have been after, because she was dabbing his face with a perfumed handkerchief. He can smell it even now. He reaches into his shirt pocket (his clothes are miraculously completely intact and relatively clean), and pulls out a lavender silk women's handkerchief with the distinct and delicate sachet.
He looks around in a moment of panic, and discovers that he is in his own bed in his cabin on the Djungkao. He has no memory of returning to the ship.