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driftfleet2017-03-31 09:05 pm
all7seas) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-31 09:05 pm
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Who: Jack Sparrow and ANYONE
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Unfiltered
Action: Cargo Bay of the Bishop
When: Soon after appearing on the ship in a shower of brilliant confetti and chocolate
[The pirate's got the general idea of things after the rather sterile initiation aboard the Marsiva with all of the Metal Men serving him plates of mushy foodstuffs. All told, it hadn't been unlike the time he'd disguised himself as a eunuch to infiltrate the Moroccan sultan's choicest harem, but ended up assigned to polish the sultan's prized marble gazing ball collection instead. You were low eunuch on the totem, you didn't guard virgins; you rubbed balls day and night until they gleamed like a thousand dying suns.
But you can't let that get you down. You find a way to profit.
Which brings us back to the Metal Men aboard the Marsiva. Jack's first taste of futuristic robotics, they were rather like eunuchs, but were hard and shiny, like marble gazing balls. There were no virgins anywhere to behold. That was where all the similarities between the Marsiva and the sultan's palace stopped.]
Just like rubbing the sultan's damnable balls again. [Alert listeners will hear him mutter that whilst musing over his adventures and trying to figure out use of the coms.
[The Bishop, though, had possibilities. Its cargo hold was empty save for a bicycle that didn't move and moving pathway to nowhere, but it had plenty of smuggling potential. Maybe, too, a place to hide the rum.
Later, louder, with video:] Captain Jack Sparrow, here, aboard the bloody metal box, Bishop.
[He doesn't care that Cersei is the "official" captain.]
I've got a keg of ale and a lovely bottle of rum [no he doesn't] to give to the gentleman -- or lady -- [no, he won't] what knows the prime trade routes in this quadrant of the universe. Savvy?
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Unfiltered
Action: Cargo Bay of the Bishop
When: Soon after appearing on the ship in a shower of brilliant confetti and chocolate
[The pirate's got the general idea of things after the rather sterile initiation aboard the Marsiva with all of the Metal Men serving him plates of mushy foodstuffs. All told, it hadn't been unlike the time he'd disguised himself as a eunuch to infiltrate the Moroccan sultan's choicest harem, but ended up assigned to polish the sultan's prized marble gazing ball collection instead. You were low eunuch on the totem, you didn't guard virgins; you rubbed balls day and night until they gleamed like a thousand dying suns.
But you can't let that get you down. You find a way to profit.
Which brings us back to the Metal Men aboard the Marsiva. Jack's first taste of futuristic robotics, they were rather like eunuchs, but were hard and shiny, like marble gazing balls. There were no virgins anywhere to behold. That was where all the similarities between the Marsiva and the sultan's palace stopped.]
Just like rubbing the sultan's damnable balls again. [Alert listeners will hear him mutter that whilst musing over his adventures and trying to figure out use of the coms.
[The Bishop, though, had possibilities. Its cargo hold was empty save for a bicycle that didn't move and moving pathway to nowhere, but it had plenty of smuggling potential. Maybe, too, a place to hide the rum.
Later, louder, with video:] Captain Jack Sparrow, here, aboard the bloody metal box, Bishop.
[He doesn't care that Cersei is the "official" captain.]
I've got a keg of ale and a lovely bottle of rum [no he doesn't] to give to the gentleman -- or lady -- [no, he won't] what knows the prime trade routes in this quadrant of the universe. Savvy?
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[That way they'll never have to kill each other!]
Any pirate by the name of Davy Jones sail your seas?
[That's not a euphemism.]
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Friend of yours?
[She suspects not.]
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How big is your bounty?
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Bigger than I'd like. Not big enough for any pirate or marine worth their salt to try for.
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[If you actually do have those things.]
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Well, look, as it's your first day, I'd be willing to treat you to a drink. One, thereof. [It's always handy to keep on the right side of pirates. Especially when you might decide to shaft them later.] Kind of a 'welcome to the most boring fleet in existence' thing.
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action?
Finally he saunters into the Space Bar, determined not to look terrified or like he's peering around for Nami. Instead he sits down and requests rum.]
action!
Nami is happily in plain sight behind the bar. She can't quite give you rum, but it's a very close space-equivalent, slapped down in a large wooden mug in front of Jack.]
You got here earlier than I expected, all things considered. Here.
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This rum, darling? It doesn't seem...right.
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[She nudges it forward. G'won Jack, it's actually pretty good.]
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It's actually surprising that Jack has any taste buds left.]
Hrmmmmmm. ALMOST tastes like home, I s'pose. Cheers, darling.
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There's a lot of different tastes out in space. Some of them are even good.
Captain Jack Sparrow, was it? There's not a lot of pirates on board, so. Condolences. Or congratulations, maybe.
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No, I just meant you may prefer not having others here. I don't know. Different crews don't tend to get along.