23: [Action/Video] Pirates

[dashboardlite]

Who'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.

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."

Comments

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Santana was sadly nearby and could hear the ridiculously loud music. She wishes to hurt someone.]

What the hell is going on!?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Heeeyyyyyyy, Santana!

[He might have indulged in a little too much grog.]

How you doin'?

[Dean tips his hat politely.]

[action]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ The music is too loud not to be heard, the day too boring not to have a look in person.

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. ]

[actiooooon]

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Droog's passing down the hallway when the music catches his attention. What the hell is that?

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.

[action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean lifts the brim of his hat and tips his head back, sporting a winning smile.]

It's Pirate Day, baby. What, they don't have fun where you're from?

[ACTION]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[His hat is the most impressive, because it is massive and has an enormous feather in it, and that's what counts when it comes to hats. Dean quirks a grin.]

'Sup, dude? I mean, uh. Matey.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

...Why are you dressed like a pirate? Did you fall and lose your sense of...everything?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Got some souvenirs from my last brush with death.

[Dean taps the eyepatch, then lifts his left hand up with a smile.]

Thought I'd make the best of it.

you are still my hero btw

[pricesandvaules.livejournal.com]

Droog likes his hats snappy and clean-cut, thank you. And while he's not going to go into paroxysms of rage like the mansion's other resident alien mobster, he's still at a bit of a loss.

1/2

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[...]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

...What?

[Hey, look at that. She no longer sounds like she is judging every hair on his head.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean rolls his eyes with a huffed laugh, lowering his hand and lifting up his eyepatch. There's a bandage beneath it, covering what used to be a lovely hazel-green eye, so no worries about freaky scars just yet.

He shifts a little, and looks down at his missing finger.]

...Kinda lost some things a couple days ago.

[action]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

They have a rule that says I get to gut anyone who mentions pirates around me. Does that count?

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

.....What are doing?

[action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Not if I'm a pirate, too.

[Taking off the ridiculous awesome hat, he lifts up the eyepatch to reveal a bandage over his right eye, gauzy and taped into place. Dean re-adjusts his patch and folds his hands on his stomach, giving Elle a pointed look.]

So what was that about gutting, sister?

aw bby ilu too

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

What any self-respecting pirate would wear.

[He gestures to all of himself rather proudly. It took him a whole hour to pick out this hat and scarf, you know. Kurt would be proud.]

...you don't have pirates on Alternia?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Celebratin' pirate day, buddy.

[He lifts his goblet in a toast before taking a sip.]

[action]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ Dean Winchester has a knack for achieving miracle over miracle, his actions so dashing and bold that he not only stops the future Apocalypse but also gets Elle Driver to shut up.

For a moment. ]

Matching look? For me? You shouldn't have.

[ The music may cover it up, but those words attempted to be said in a lighter tone were stuck quite firmly in Elle's throat and proved surprisingly difficult to get out. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so she's just...not really able to say anything just yet. While she knows about the whole...death thing around here, she hasn't exactly seen someone so injured, let alone someone she knows.

Also, you know. She's young and hasn't exactly experienced people without eyes and fingers. Though she wouldn't have put that tactic past Sue Sylvester...

ANYWAY the point is that she's staring.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

What is pirate?

*He's on video, but he's lurking just outside the door.*

[action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean takes pride in his ability to stun women speechless, so he'll count this as a minor victory.]

Aw, you know me. Most considerate guy on the block.

[He grins again, taking all of this in surprisingly good humor. Reaching for his flask again, he offers it to her.]

Grog?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...whassamatter, cat got your tongue?

[Dean looks at her curiously. He's largely gotten over the disability after bitching for the first few days, and now it's sort of a novelty to him.]

[action]

[defiant-eye.livejournal.com]

[ What compassion is to the entirety of Elle's personality is approximately what a corn of sand is to the size of the Earth.

Congratulations, Mister Winchester. You just had a glance at that grain. Its next appearance is expected in roughly 347 years. Until then, let us never speak of it again.

Elle shoots him a look that says might as well and plops down next to him on the divan, taking a big swig from the flask. ]

...So am I gonna have to stand that music until somebody offs you and your eye grows back?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

...What happened?

[action]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

It's this or The Eagles.

[Dean smirks. He's not in the mood for anything else except maybe some Doobie Brothers, but nothing really suits his pirate theme. He could opt for the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, but after a while it all sounds the same to him.]

Y'know, pretty sure this is the first time we've met in person. Who knew stabbing could bring people together?

[He takes a swig from the flask himself, settling his feet on the coffee table in front of him.]