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OK, no worries, this is just a dry run. No guns, no violence, no intrigue, we're just going over places and getting a feel for the vehicle.

Places everyone.

First, I, as your captain, a lovable rogue with a heart of gold, am played by me. Not a ne'er-do-well, just a man who has missed more marks than he's hit, but with the ambition for that big score. Always a sucker for a pretty face or a sob story, but more likely to pick a pocket and pawn a locket than really do anything eeevil(TM). I mean well. Well, I mean something.

Deborah Malbon, played by badgoodDeb, is a firm but fair heroine. More idealistic than she cares to admit, and more caring than careful at times, she will figure prominently in our little jeux de mots, mainly because ... well, I don't really have a reason, but I've writtens the most scenes/lines for her in my cramped and dimly lit brain. If I can find my notes, then I've got some fun time ahead. She is a warrior-class, with lots of class. She knows all of the ancients arts (like cave-drawing, finger-painting, etc.) and several of the midaevil one also (mace, sword, trebuchet). She's currently appearing in several other threads on Broadway.

PK (Psycho Kinetic), played by pshrynk, is ships surgeon (hopefully not needed), part-time bartender, latent cereal killer, and whole grain fan. (He will later go on to play John Dough, in "The Loaf and I: The story of a breadmakers Rise to Fame") I warn you all, don't just watch your wallets around him, if you shake hands, count your fingers afterwards.

WDE (WD for short, E for long), played by WetDogeared, is a Jack-of-all-trades, jackass-of-a-few-too. He is the steward while abord, hired muscle and hypersensitive guard while At-the-scene, when he's not curled up by a warm fire (as oppose to those cold fires) or in the sun. He doesn't spend much time IN the sun, but does have an affinity for sunlight. The dishwashing liquid. Oh, Lord, what have I gotten myself in to?

KK, played by KindleKitten, is a old war-friend of Deb's, from the, uh, war. She is both more modern and more rustic, being trained in shootin' iron, shot gun, cattle rustlin', cow bell, bass drum, bass fishing, salt water taffy, and a host of other skills. She played opposite James Broad, in the spy thriller, "View to a Skill". She (s)killed him, of course. Careful boys, she spits.

Geoff (pronounced Jeff, in the eStates), played by
geoffc, is a man hiding a secret... a man with a past... a man with a secret past in which he hid something or is hiding something or something like that, that he can't find, but is dilligently searchng for, fore and aft, this afternoon. No one else will talk to him or mention his name, except in warning other children about chicken man, who comes in the night to steal children who won't finish their McNuggets. Or gold nuggets, or something like that. We really don't know much about him, mainly because of his tawdry, secret past, as a vegetarian. He's never had lizard-on-a-stick, or if he has, he's keeping it secret. Secretly. And he's doing a good job of it. He's also a chocolate smuggler, known only as "His Nibs". I'm quickly running out of puns.

Our stow-away, played by the lovely ShortNCuddlyAm, is a resident lush. She evidently was already on-board when I stole (-- er, misappropriated... no, borrowed. BORROWED) the dirigible, passed out behind the liquor cabinet. She passed out from extreme consumption of rich Dutch-process chocolate. She was guarding the whisky, at great perile, to the last drop. She will probably be taking over the carnivore menu and food prep. She does not have a story name, yet, but if she doesn't suggest one, I'll have to make sure to write in a very embarrassing name and part to match, for her.

Additional parts are played by:
Reynard, (the opthamologist manservant)
Criminals (various and sundry)
Henchmen (supplied by LEG-E, Literary Extras Guild, Expendable)
Zepplin Crew (supplied by UBPGG, Unknown Bit-Part Goodguys Guild)
Bystanders, Villagers, Peasants, Oppressed, Abused, Disenfranchised, Down-trodden, and In-Need-Of-Saving (a sundry of Sunday characters, ready to be torn asunder)
Anybody-Else-We-Need (To Be Announced).