23: [Action/Video] Pirates
Apr. 18th, 2011 10:00 pmWho'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
Obscenely loud music is blaring from one of the first floor parlors, and it possesses a remarkable nautical quality that borders on the fucking epic. You might be wondering the reason for these festive tunes, curious resident. If you happen to be peering through your communicator or walking down the hall, venturing into the nearest open door, your vision is assaulted by a swath of colorful fabrics draped over the furniture, from the ceilings, along the walls. The alluring glitter of gold winks up at you from piles on the floor, and a bust of someone who looks suspiciously like Edward Teach is bedecked in jewelry and scarves.
The captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
I give you jewelry of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You, you see there before you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
You might even see Dean Winchester, sporting an eyepatch and a large, plumed hat, lounging on a silk divan. His jeans are tucked into heavy leather boots and he's wielding a flintlock pistol, cleaning the barrel with a chamois rag. Pausing for one moment, he sets the gun aside and reaches over to pick up one of the gold doubloons scattered across the floor. He then peels away the leafing and pops the chocolate money into his mouth, enjoying it with obvious relish. Turning the music down as soon as it breaks to an instrumental interlude, Dean crosses his legs on the divan, getting comfortable.
He pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig and saluting the camera with his left hand - observant residents might notice that he appears to have only four fingers now. Then he spreads his arms to welcome the adoring audience.
"All aboard, bitches."
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:13 am (UTC)What the hell is going on!?
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:15 am (UTC)[He might have indulged in a little too much grog.]
How you doin'?
[Dean tips his hat politely.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:22 am (UTC)Elle approaches Dean and looks down on him, standing behind the divan. ]
I already regret asking, but what the fuck is going on?
[ The missing finger goes yet unnotices and so far she has no reason to believe that there's something missing under that eyepatch. ]
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:29 am (UTC)It's Pirate Day, baby. What, they don't have fun where you're from?
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:23 am (UTC)He follows the sound to its source--and really, what the hell is that?
The gleam of gold appeals, but the flamboyant colors, the yards of extra fabric--it's shocking. Not...eye-burning. Just. Shocking.
And then there's Dean in the middle of it all, in that hat, and WHAT.
Enjoy his expression, Dean, this is about as close to open confusion as Droog gets.
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:33 am (UTC)'Sup, dude? I mean, uh. Matey.
you are still my hero btw
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Date: 2011-04-19 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 03:15 am (UTC)[He lifts his goblet in a toast before taking a sip.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:40 am (UTC)...Funny, I always imagined you to be more of a cowboy fan.
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Date: 2011-04-19 11:49 am (UTC)At least he looks well.]
I like cowboys, I just didn't think it'd pay enough homage to my new acquisitions.
[Unless he was emulating John Wayne in True Grit.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:53 am (UTC)Video
Date: 2011-04-19 11:51 am (UTC)I ain't supposed to crack until a while from now, sweetheart, once this grog hits my liver.
It's Pirate Day.
[Unofficially.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 11:24 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-04-19 11:57 am (UTC)Make me, landlubber.
[You don't interrupt a man's Pirate Day. It simply isn't done.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 11:49 am (UTC)Well this is all very exciting! What's the occasion?
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:26 pm (UTC)[Another broad grin as he raises his glass.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 11:55 am (UTC)Dean? What happened to you?
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:27 pm (UTC)[He laughs a little, looking down at his hand.]
Lost a couple things last week.
[Including part of his dignity.]
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Date: 2011-04-19 02:11 pm (UTC)[text]
Date: 2011-04-19 11:51 pm (UTC)You just wish you could look half as cool as me.
[text] SORRY week got crazy.
From:[text] It's okay~
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Date: 2011-04-19 08:37 pm (UTC)What the hell?
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Date: 2011-04-19 08:39 pm (UTC)...you gonna make me explain that it's Pirate Day just like I did with everyone else?
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Date: 2011-04-20 03:15 am (UTC)AND THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Date: 2011-04-20 03:55 am (UTC)Hey man, it's either this or I put on the entire Pirates of the Caribbean movie trilogy, and I don't think I can stand the Keith Richards impersonation for eight hours straight.
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Date: 2011-04-20 10:09 pm (UTC)And he recognises Dean as a fellow friend of Philip.
But he doesn't speak, because he doesn't know what he wants to say, or whether he even wants to say it. So he just watches, a hand to his head, his eyes red-rimmed with sleeplessness and his clothes even fancier than usual to compensate for his internal aaargh.
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Date: 2011-04-20 10:32 pm (UTC)/RIMSHOTRegardless of this mun's horrible sense of humor, he does notice that something's up with Daniel, since the young man is wearing even more heavily-starched collars than the last time Dean saw him.
And he still never found out what happened to Dan after Clarence got to him. Nothing mutilating, unlike with Dean, but...he could have been killed. Dean turns down his music and picks up his communications unit, holding it closer to his face.
"Hey, Dan," he says quietly. "You okay? You wanna...I dunno, loosen your cravat a little and try on a pirate hat instead?"
Please say yes.
pretty sure pirates were romanticised in the 1830s video
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From:[Action] (ooc: Late~ Late~ This is late~ (Sorry about that))
Date: 2011-04-22 02:00 pm (UTC)[But the eye-patch and missing finger are cause for alarm and he has to know what happened.]
Dean? What the hell?
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Date: 2011-04-22 04:11 pm (UTC)[He's been drinking.
Dean pops the top of his flask and drinks some more.]
'Sup?
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