[Day 2 - MA] Earthy Pepper Festival: Team Mantis #1

[Moshi Minari]

Fundoshi and chest bindings for some modesty. It wasn't as if Minari was new to this mode of dress, to be honest, as some days on a ship was so stinking hot you just stripped down to the bare essentials.

"Aight, team! Let's get this festive prick to where it needs to be!"

[Yoritomo Katsu]

Katsu was one of the bearers, following along. Stripped to fundoshi, he was a bit on the scrawny side, with a few old scars on his chest.

He gave the, uh, worship device a scowl. "Well... pretty much like hauling a mast, huh?"

[Moshi Minari]

While Minari didn't have many scars, she had something of a light tan, and clearly toned muscles to show off.

"Aye. Nothing we and the crew haven't done before."

[Yoko]

"Well, good thing you're all so experienced eh? Never had the-" she chuckled- "pleasure myself. Don't usually run into masts when you're not on a ship, after all," she smirked, shook her head. Enjoying herself, clearly. "Though, admittedly, I never looked."

[Yoritomo Koemi]

Koemi looked down at her body. "This is ridiculous," she stated blandly. If it weren't for the odd paleness of her skin, the farmer tan of her arms would have been even more obvious. "But here we are."

[Moshi Minari]

"As ridiculous as anything else. Make sure to get your hands on that giant D for good luck, Koemi!" Minari grinned, taking her spot in the lead as the religious figure of the team. "And let's put that captain's team to shame, aye?!"

Used to the ship-life and chanting already, the short Moshi began lead the procession of this team. And the chant itself, it was... well done, as expected of a priest. She knew the right words and prayers to appease the spirits. And it was thoroughly raunchy and lewd as well, sure to have made even Osano-wo himself laugh and grin.

[Yoritomo Katsu]

Katsu grunted as he held up his end of the penis. It was the back end, a bit to one side.

"Lift, you bastards!" It was a fairly normal thing for him to say on the ship.

[Yoritomo Koemi]

Koemi properly secured herself under her side and made a gradual rise powered by her mighty glutes. "Isn't a mast a euphemism in itself?" she asked. She hoped she was using that word right. Cursed, educated cultural attaches.

[Yoko]

Lifting with the group, Yoko put her all into it. Public displays and all it didn't do well not to give your all when you were working with Clanners. Yet, really, this group in particular deserved a little more spirit from her on their own. Making sure it was nice and easy on them, as easy as she could, she lifted and held it good and steady.

Laughing in the spirit of the moment, there were a fair number of scars across her body like the others. Varying shapes and causes, some that seemed very old indeed. Yoko still wore the wrap around her wrist, even as the majority of the rest of her was naked, aside from the undergarments of course.

MA 2 | Event: Stamina Roll, Void +1k1, vs TN 5: 4d10o10 27