Who: PEOPLE (specific starters and OTA) When: Oct 15th-20th Where: The Patrick Moira What: A big bad catch-all for pre-event and beyond Warnings: Update if needed
[Shooting him a dirty look, Jacky took up the Lady Gay once again and slowly started to play and sing together. No dancing this time; this was a calming song, one she'd probably played more than any other, and it came easy.]
Of all the money that e'er I had I've spent it in good company And all the harm that e'er I've done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of with To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had They are sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be with you all
A man may drink and not be drunk A man may fight and not be slain A man may court a pretty girl And perhaps be welcomed back again But since it has so ought to be By a time to rise and a time to fall Come fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Good night and joy be with you all
[As the last notes faded, Jacky waited for the compulsion to take her. When her feet and fingers stayed pleasantly still, she beamed.]
The Parting Glass. My signature ending song; I end almost all me sets with that one. I'd hoped that it'd do the trick!
[Ratchet claps slowly, giving her an unimpressed look.]
Congratulations.
[There it was again; shaking his head, Ratchet rubs a temple, making a frustrated noise. This was getting exhausting.]
Sorry, sorry. I'm not usually this, uh...you know. This. [He shrugs. At least he didn't think he was.] You really think it's those masks that are making all this happen?
Well, stands to reason, donnit? Some of the people on my deck, they got the same mask I did, and they've also been turning into creatures.
[Not that she's actually been talking to many people today. This morning was a little...rough. But she's still got eyes, and the menagerie on her floor had been a little hard to ignore.]
And don't worry about it, friend. It's not really you, yeah? [Though, she's had people make that excuse before ('Oh, it weren't me that hit you, moneymaker! T'were the drink that made me do it!'), but this time, she believes that this isn't Ratchet.]
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Oh really? Ratchet never seems to
Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of with
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all
[As the last notes faded, Jacky waited for the compulsion to take her. When her feet and fingers stayed pleasantly still, she beamed.]
The Parting Glass. My signature ending song; I end almost all me sets with that one. I'd hoped that it'd do the trick!
10,000 years later, a super late tag!
Congratulations.
[There it was again; shaking his head, Ratchet rubs a temple, making a frustrated noise. This was getting exhausting.]
Sorry, sorry. I'm not usually this, uh...you know. This. [He shrugs. At least he didn't think he was.] You really think it's those masks that are making all this happen?
Eh s'all right there chief!
[Not that she's actually been talking to many people today. This morning was a little...rough. But she's still got eyes, and the menagerie on her floor had been a little hard to ignore.]
And don't worry about it, friend. It's not really you, yeah? [Though, she's had people make that excuse before ('Oh, it weren't me that hit you, moneymaker! T'were the drink that made me do it!'), but this time, she believes that this isn't Ratchet.]