1000 Hours (10:00 am)
In the harbor of Canalave City, Roberto Kensington sat in an office chair on the Rogue Angel. His feet were rested on his desktop, and his hands were comfortably rested behind his head. He looked out to the sapphire waves every now and then, taking time to notcie the beauty of the sea. He got up and out of his seat, almost knocking his desk and chair over in one fluent movement. Taking one of his Pokémon's Pokéballs, he walked towards the bridge, waiting for his new crewmembers to arrive and board the vessel.
Lex flew out of her Pokéball in a flash of bright light, and stretched as she looked to Roberto. "Lass..." she said in a slight yawn, making the air in the bridge much cooler than it should. She floated over to the window facing the harbor, looking out for any new crewmembers that were climbing the ramp up to the Rogue Angel.
Roberto looked at one of the monitors displaying the weather: swirls of many differently oriented colors swirled around the screen. A storm was coming. He knew they would have to leave very soon if they were to escape this storm in time. If they didn't, their campaign would be set back weeks. Months, possibly. He shook his head, determined.
((Alright, peoples. Now your characters may board the ship. Keep your posts nice and long. Any one liners and you're out for the day: no excuses.))