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thisavrou_log2016-06-01 11:10 am
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[OPEN] Yo ho, yo ho...
Who:Jack Sparrow & YOU
When: All month!
Where: Medbay and the assorted "arrival" areas, as well as ASH3 + BF3 + CLF5
What: It's a catch all for the whole month!
Warnings: Piracy. Will update as need be.
Do not go gentle into that good night
When: All month!
Where: Medbay and the assorted "arrival" areas, as well as ASH3 + BF3 + CLF5
What: It's a catch all for the whole month!
Warnings: Piracy. Will update as need be.
Do not go gentle into that good night
[ Jack has seen and experienced some weird shit in his life; as such, there's not a lot that could faze him, not at this point in life. And so when he shows up here, he's caught off guard, certainly, but he's not nearly to the level of freaking or panicked. He doesn't see his own ship or any crew members of the Black Pearl milling about, and decides, just this once, discretion is the better part of valor.Let's get some shoes
He does as he's told. Just this once, just until he can figure out where he is, where he stands, where possible escape routes may be. But that all changes as soon as he realizes "medbay" is code for "doctors" and "medicine".
Who wants an impromptu history lesson? It's fine, I know you do. Medicine was not advanced in the 18th Century. Penicillin hadn't been discovered yet. People were still curing shit with leeches. Doctors talking to each other probably had conversations like, "was it the treatment that killed him or the actual disease itself? Doesn't matter, he's still dead."
So when he realizes that he's in a place where they give medicinal treatment, and they are planning on injecting him with something or other, he does what any normal, healthy person would do. He throws a fit.
Are you an innocent bystander, watching and going "dude, chill". Are you someone Jack shoves as he bodily attempts to escape of medbay? Or are you one of the poor medbay workers Jack punches because he refuses to die without a fight? Either way, Jack is causing a very large fuss and someone should do something about that. ]
[ Jack heard "unlimited credits" and went to town.CYOA
No, really, he's in town right now, and he is going into every store possible and he is buying anything and everything that catches his eye. Is this a trap? Is there a catch to being kidnapped and then being ordered to go spend money?
If there is, Jack Sparrow certainly doesn't care.
If you catch him in a clothing store, please, for the love of God, tell him to put down the sweaters with clashing colors because Jack can't match colors and you're the ones who are going to have to look at them.
If you catch him in a bar, you will find him ordering whole bottles of rum an assorted other alcoholic drinks and having them sent back directly to his room on the ship. I know you're an alcoholic Jack but please, calm down.
If you catch him in a jewelry store... well, aside from looking entirely too dirty and out of place for the nice upscale store, he will be finding the biggest, gaudiest, most expensive item in the whole store and buy it because what is a pirate but a lack of self control?
If you catch him on the streets.... well, honestly, he's probably stealing from you. Just because he has an unlimited amount of money doesn't mean his fingers aren't sticker than a kids with candy. ]
[ Where else could Jack possibly be? Anywhere! Everywhere! Jack is curious by nature and he'll explore all over the place. There is no place he won't be at some point. Get some Jack Sparrow action, you know you want to. ]
Do not go gentle into that good night - drawn like a bee to honey
[ Adrien yelled about the, what was it, fourth ... fifth ... sixth time this maniac started to try to beat the crap out of a hapless staff member.
It was getting to the point where the words forced sedation were being whispered but given the way this man was reacting, Adrien suspected that would make things even worse. Besides, forced sedation with a fist would be more cathartic.
No, no. No punching the patients. At least not yet.
However, he did stride purposefully over towards where Jack was throwing is current fit, glaring. ]
Listen! No one in their right fucking mind wants to be here. Half the time I don't want to be here.
If you could calm down for just a minute, we could determine if you even need to be here. If the answer is no? I will throw you out of here myself!
[ Best bedside manner in the universe. Not. ]
[ooc: Let me know if you need me to edit anything!! ]
Shoes!
The boots that survived Zelien with her are starting to show their age. And as sentimental as she can be, she has no problem trying to replace them.
Maybe ten times over.
She's browsing the selection when her eyes catch sight of...the ugliest set of sweaters she's ever seen. They're so bad, they almost draw attention away from the fact that the man considering them is dressed like...Disney World.]
For the love of all things good, do not get those sweaters.
god bless. this is 100% everything i wanted
No no, the thing that gets him to shut up and listen? The insinuation that he can leave if he doesn't need to be here. And he's very certain he doesn't need to be here.
And so, he holds his hands up in the form of surrender, his face full of innocence and sincerity. His wrist is free of the MID and he has no language chip to speak of. ]
Aye, sir. [ And his accent is so very English. ] Very certain I've no need to be here. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll just...
[ He inches towards the door. ]
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But hey, with unlimited credits, why not look and see? Why not buy a pair of clothes for every day of the year? At a time like this, Jack Sparrow isn't going to be stingy.
When Fatima speaks, he startles, just a little bit, looking up at her with wide eyes. Then he casts a glance at the sweaters he was looking at, before looking back at her with an honestly confused look. ]
Why? [ And he sounds confused as well. ] What's wrong with them? [ Is a serious question he just asked. ]
Let's get some shoes!
Have a live skeleton grinning at you, Jack.]
Wowie! I thought I found the best shirt here, but you seem to have impeccable taste yourself! What's your name?
let's escape medical treatment
So being nosy and prone to jumping headfirst into situations that don't necessarily need her intervention, she waits until the medical personnel have gone off to get help and she darts over to grab hold of the fit thrower's hand. She'd reach up to put her hand over his mouth, but she's too short for that. So she opts for giving him a look, and tugging him along after her.]
We're escaping.
[She points it out with a slightly amused smirk, wondering if he's going to continue being difficult.]
Come on then, one foot in front of the other, quick as you like. They'll be in to do something about the body on the floor any moment now, and I'm sure the punishment will involve needles.
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And hey, it's not like she hasn't met a pirate before.
At least he doesn't have a hook for a hand.]
Not fashionable. When you're looking at sweaters, the tasteful choice is a single, solid color. Preferably one that brings out your eyes.
That is what I would call a set of Bill Cosby sweaters. You don't want to do that.
why is the rum-- oh, you know how it goes
Which there are! Or were. The bartender is extraordinarily diplomatic as she explains why she can't fill his drink order, and given that she's got to explain the same thing to a handful of much drunker patrons down the bar, he sees no reason to complain at her when he could complain at the root of the problem, the guy waving his credits around and pointing at things.]
Hey, leave some for the rest of us!
/bounces excitedly!! \o/
It was a very good sidle, he'd give the man that. The innocent sincerity was a nice touch also, Adrien spared a brief thought for just how often Jack got what he wanted with just that look. Had to be a high percentage.
However, as he'd been standing there, a small shadow had ghosted on silent feet to place himself between Jack and the door. Courser wasn't particularly intimidating, only about the size of a German Shepherd dog, though his body and face were more feline than canine. Large, colorful ears were twitched towards Jack, long feelers waving softly in the air as he sat primly in place.
Adrien let Jack make his case, before he cleared his throat and retorted. ]
People rarely show up in here unless there is, or at least was, a need. We're not a hotel.
Where's your, [ he lifted his arm, exposing his own MID and tapped it. ]
put down the sweaters dear god
By the look of the MID on him (whether he likes it there or not), the guy Mettaton has crossed paths with has to be new to the ship and also privileged with unlimited credits. So then why is he picking the ugliest things that could ever be sold in a store and paying real life money for them?!
Again, Mettaton thinks to himself: What is wrong with people around here???]
Sweetheart, please. Why don't you let me pick you out some better wardrobe choices? I can't stand to let this sort of travesty continue!!
[Yes. That is absolutely a 7 foot man(?) comprised of metal talking to you, Jack.]
let's get some shoes - clothing store
Look, darling, if you're going for deliberately clashing here, you still have to balance things somewhat. If one thing's patterned, the other has to be plain, or you'll just look like a clown instead of an outrageous dandy.
[ He raises a judgemental eyebrow at Jack. Please tell him you're not going for the clown look, Jack. ]
LET'S GET SOME SHOES!!
[ Sakura stares at Jack while heavily questions his choices. It doesn't look terrible to her, but maybe there's something more fitting for Jack near by. She peers down the clothing isle looking for other options.]
Here, look. There's more things you can choose.
i am so sorry for the delay. things happened this past week.
And really -- that's the most exciting thing for Jack, colors. After all, in Jack's time, colors faded quickly. Reds became pink, whites became yellow, and other colors became lighter pastels of what they once were. But the ugly sweaters he's looking at in the store? They have bright, vibrant colors and how is he supposed to resist the chance to wear something other than different shades of brown?
When Papyrus speaks, Jack looks up in order to give his thanks because you know what, he does have impeccable taste in colors and it's about time someone recognizes that. But when he lifts his eyes to Papyrus's face, the words in his mouth fall short.
A skeleton.
He is looking at a skeleton.
And it's not like this is new to him -- it's not like this is his first time coming face to face with a living, breathing skeleton. But it does throw him off because that was kind of a circumstantial situation and this is... not that. ] Name's Jack Sparrow. [ He gives a quick grin, one full of pride and enough self-assuredness to match Papyrus's own. If you look closely, you might be able to notice that several of his teeth are gold. ]
You under some sorta curse, mate? [ He asks, as calm as can be. He might have ended the curse of Cortes, but that doesn't mean there aren't other curses out there, and Jack wants to know what they are so he can avoid them. ]
clara, he loves you already
He has half a moment to wonder if she is part of the medical personnel and opens his mouth to dish out the first retort... but then she says "We're escaping," and suddenly Jack doesn't care who this woman might be, not if she can get him out of here.
He blinks, and that's all the time he needs before he matches her smirk with one of his own; because if nothing else, Jack Sparrow is adaptive and this is an opportune moment if he ever saw one. And so he gives her a grand gesture, motioning her forward with the arm that is not holding her hand, and says, in an English accent to match her own, ]
By all means, love. Lead the way.
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Although, hey. Ask him about his eyeliner. Ask him if he's a pirate. See what happens.
But in the end, Jack has absolutely no idea who "Bill Cosby" is, and the confusion has never really left his face. ]
What? [ And his eyes, in case you were wondering, are a very dark brown, so dark they are nearly black. He turns back to his sweater, studying it for a moment and turning back. ] Why don't I want to do that?
[ It has so many colors??????? They're so pretty????? What is fashion????? ]
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Well...it's not fashionable, for one thing. No. For you I'd recommend something in...basic black.
[Hey, he'd fit in at a rock concert, anyway.
Fatima walks over to the piles of sweaters and paws through them. Really, nothing goes well with a beard like that, but she can't help but channel her inner Joan Rivers. What a life she might have known, if she hadn't been born a Merali girl. Oh well.
After a moment, she picks out a very, very nice cashmere sweater, holding it up and admiring it.]
Now this is classic.
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She doesn't even glance back over her shoulder as she hurries them along, past the medbay and toward another part of the ship. She knew there were several living decks around somewhere, so she headed toward those first. If they were expected to live and work here, they'd have to have rooms. Eventually, she stops hurrying along, and drops her hold on his hand so she can toy with her MID.]
It looks like I need to head to the Nomo deck, room 18. You can come hide in my room with me for a while, if you like. I doubt anyone will think to look for you there.
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Me? No, I don't think so! Unless, of course, you're talking about the curse of unlimited gold and a planet full of great things to spend it on!
[He does a half-turn, striking a pose and grinning at his new companion.]
Like this!
wow i am so sorry life happened but i am here now and i am READY
But hey. If the barkeeps were going to be nice and friendly, there is absolutely nothing at all keeping him from taking advantage and obtaining entire bottles instead of single glasses. Jack has never owned excessive amounts of money like this before and, as captain of a ship, most of the money he earns goes back into the ship, either in the form of repairs or in the form of supplies.
But as part of the crew? Jack is under no obligations whatsoever and had, in fact, laughed when asked to buy items to help out the ship.
And honestly. Whoever thought giving unlimited credits to Jack Sparrow was a good idea hadn't thought that one through.
But Jack turns when he hears the shout and when he realizes he's being the one shouted at, he holds his hands up in a placating gesture, palms out, looking genuinely and honestly contrite. He then presses his hands together, giving a small bow over them in an obvious apologetic gesture. ]
My apologies. [ He grins, sheepish, accent in full force. He gestures bodily towards the bottles and glasses behind the bar. ] I ain't takin' all of it. [ And now, his grin turns indulgent. Because, truly, he's only after one thing and we both know what that is. ] Just the rum.
HELLO I'M BACK
He lets out an annoyed noise. Not necessarily because his path is blocked, but because it's an animal and Jack is absolutely not an animal person. At all.
He shows Courser his palms, as though afraid the animal would attack him. He then, slowly, drops his hands to the side and takes a decided step backwards. Away from the animal at the door -- but also away from Adrien, too.
He's quick to turn his attention back to the conversation at hand. When Adrien taps the MID on his wrist, Jack turns his attention to his own wrist and, while his wrist isn't bare, not with all the pieces of fabric and bracelets, it is still bare of that. ]
Ah. Yes. That. Just got it in me cabin, eh? Must have forgotten to grab it on the way out. [ His grin is bright and charming and, above anything else, absolutely sincere. ]
I'll just, [ he motions with both index fingers towards the exit. ] be on me way. Go and grab it, then.
but mettaton. they're so colorful!!
And so, that is to say, Jack doesn't do so much as a double take when Mettaton shows up. In fact, the only thought that crosses his mind is him despairing, as Jack stands 5'10" next to the 7' Mettaton.
Jack looks at Mettaton and then back to the current sweater he has queued up. When he glances back to the robot, there is bewilderment in his expression and, when he asks, ] Why? What be wrong with them? [ he almost sounds offended.
Why are you questioning his clearly superior fashion choices? He thinks he knows what he's doing. And besides, there are so many colors. How can that be a bad thing? ]
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His voice is flat and even as he replies, with a distinct lack of kindness, ] Don't believe I was askin' for your advice, mate.
sorry for the delay OTL
He looks over at Sakura and while he is annoyed that everyone feels the need to comment on his fashion choices... he really doesn't have what it takes to snap at some preteen girl who doesn't seem like she knows any better.
He lets out a breath. ]
I'm just tryin' to look around, lass. Ain't never seen so many clothes in one place.
[ But then she says there's more in a different part of the store and there he is, Jack Sparrow, a grown man, following a twelve year old girl around a clothing store.] Eh?
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He trails behind her as she goes through the piles of sweaters, silent and eyebrows drawn to his forehead in confusion. All the sweaters she's looking through are a solid color and they're boring. Even the (old, worn, smelly and dowright gross) vest that Jack's wearing has a something of a pattern on it.
And then she pulls out a black sweater. Black, which is by far the most boring of all the colors and, in his experience with a lack of washing machines, likely to fade into an even more boring grey.
His face is all but cemented into an expression of confusion and he can't do anything but parrot back to her. ]
Classic?
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And truly, he can't help but admire, just for the briefest of moments, her straight-forward determined walk. There's no hesitation in her stride whatsoever, no backward glances and he can't help but wonder if she's done this before.
When there's a respectable distance between them and medbay, they slow down and Jack is not able to help the grin that spreads across his face when she offers him a place in her room. ]
Aye? [ He doesn't wiggle his eyebrows seductively at her, he's a bigger man than that. Although, The smirk on his face might not be entirely innocent. ] That's very kind of you.
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You'd think the lack of facial features would help but, no. It doesn't. ]
Not exactly the kinda curse I was thinkin' about.
[ But you know what, sure. Jack got eaten by a kraken not too long ago. And it's not like Jack hasn't seen skeleton people before. Why wouldn't there be people who are skeletons all the time? ]
What'd you say your name was again? [ Because it's impolite to ask someones name and not give your own in return. ]
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Fatima can't help but smile a little bit.]
Absolutely. You see movie stars like Orlando Bloom pulling this look all the time. The basic black draws attention to your eyes.
[Admittedly, the guy-liner is doing a pretty good job of that too. But Fatima will say just about anything to discourage the Cosby sweaters.]
It isn't all...distracting.
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[There's an amused grin on her face though, giving proof that her words are more teasing than anything. But seriously, she needs to introduce him to a shower. She doubts that's something that pirates do often, and he is most obviously a pirate.]
It will be for hiding purposes only, and I feel the need to inform you -
[She pauses, standing up a little taller as they walk. She wants to look incredibly intimidating.]
I know at least five different ways to break a man's hand.
Is this shopping? Or cyoa? Does it matter? W/e let's go get hair ties.
And it is, with this in mind, his full intention to simply pass on by, continue on elsewhere, as there's no sense standing around looking at things he's not interested in, on the hunt, in actuality, for pitch. He's grown so accustomed to staining his nails black at this point that now they, in their faded state, look odd, and he intends to remedy it as soon as this place provides what he needs. He supposes it's the little display in the window, with small bottles in every color he's ever seen or imagined, and some he has not, labeled 'nail polish', that reminds him of that errand, and for a moment he wonders if perhaps it's not the same thing, with the intent purpose of doing exactly what he wants.
Which is where he is - perhaps not the best store to be caught in front of, now knowing Jack is lurking about, and with the idea of avoiding him as completely as possible - wondering if it's worth the effort it will take to go in for a closer look, or if he should, perhaps, simply keep looking for that pitch.]
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[ Adrien wasn't particularly charmed or responsive to a bright grin. It wasn't that Jack didn't appear to be putting sincerity into it, just that the doctor was a humorless bastard most of the time.
Courser, quite honestly, had a better sense of humor and the bahari sniffed curiously towards Jack and all his baubles and bangles. The space cat didn't approach but his ears perked up and he looked almost friendly.
At least when compared to the jerk in the lab coat. The jerk who was once again tapping his MID. ]
Given the protocol about these things I believe they're a connection to the ship's life support systems. MedBay as an intake facility, probably has a little leeway, which is why you're not on the ground with your lungs outside your body right now, but I'm not sure I'd take a chance out in the hallway.
[ He's lying about that life support bit. Well actually it might be true or it might not, he hasn't read the fine print. It was the case back on his previous ship, it might not be so important here on this one.
MID's might just be information transfer devices.
Regardless, they weren't supposed to be able to come off, Adrien knew that much. He wasn't going to ask why or how Jack slipped his, but he was fairly certain it was probably best to get the MID back on. ]
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It's not what he's used to, by a long shot. Lucky the liquor's good enough that he doesn't miss the occasional fistfight.]
You're takin' plenty, [he counters, eyebrows raised. Okay, maybe he'd make a little trouble, given the chance. Not much, he hasn't drunk enough for that.] C'mon, share the wealth and find yourself a liquor store, pal.
it's cool
My name's Sakura Kinomoto. What's yours?
[ Honestly, she's never met this person in her life. The least she could do is introduce herself. ]
who cares about shoes lets get some ugly sweaters
She's even so entranced that she isn't really paying attention to where she's going as she's browsing for more, her own brightly colored selections draped over her arm. She's walking sideways along the tables where stacks of sweaters have been laid out, and if Jack doesn't notice before she does, she's going to be bumping into him shoulder-first.]
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[He holds out his hand to Jack.]
They call me the great Papyrus! Morale Officer on the Moira and all around cool guy! And you are...?