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crossing_lostrpWho: Jack Sparrow
Where: Medical Facility, Cafeteria 1
When: Day 20, about noonish
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria 1
Status: Complete
(OOC - Jack is coming from here.)
Jack reached the cafeteria a lot slower than he expected. The bottle of rum that he'd found had been mostly full when he left the security office, but it was now less than a quarter full. Predictably, he was staggering more than he had in the past few days.
Practically falling into the room cradling the bottle like a baby, Jack headed straight for Isabel. His vision was beginning to blur, but he could still see the vision he'd glimpsed on the monitor.
"Who ish thith?" Jack slurred to the group assembled around Isabel. Hearing himself speak brought a fuzzy thought to his mind. /This is no ordinary rum!/
Sitting suddenly became a priority. Finding a chair he sat down, pondering why he had become so incredibly intoxicated already. Imagine it! Captain Jack Sparrow, falling down drunk from just a few....large....swigs from a modern bottle of rum. He'd never live it down if his mates in Tortuga heard of this.
"This is Isabel, she's recently joined us here on Mindfuck Island," somebody that Jack hadn't met yet responded to his question. "And I see you've managed to find some rum."
"Aye," Jack replied. "But there ish something wrong with it. I once drank fifty bottles of rum before stomin some fool merchant's ship and makin' off with 'er plunder, without nary a stagger or slur. Thish bottle has got me actin like some stuffed shirt lord what never drank in their life!" That was only a slight exaggeration. It had been only 5 bottles, and he and his crew had been badly run off by the privateers they had tried to board. What the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Scanning the crowd, Jack's eyes came to rest on a couple laying on a mattress in the corner. There was something familiar about the female, it seemed as if he knew her from someplace. Staggering to his feet, he moved a little closer.
"Strange place to be bunkin in, ain't it?" Jack asked nobody in particular.
"That's one of the women that was kidnapped," the man with the glasses answered his question again. "She was pretty worn out from her experience, and she just sorta crashed here."
The woman turned over in her sleep, and Jack's breath caught in his throat as he saw her face. "Tia Dalma?" he whispered.
Jack stared, open mouthed at the bottle of rum he'd been cradling. Very deliberately he set it down on a nearby table and backed away from it.
"This stuff ain't rum, it's evil. Or Tia Dalma really is lying over there on that mattress."
Where: Medical Facility, Cafeteria 1
When: Day 20, about noonish
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria 1
Status: Complete
(OOC - Jack is coming from here.)
Jack reached the cafeteria a lot slower than he expected. The bottle of rum that he'd found had been mostly full when he left the security office, but it was now less than a quarter full. Predictably, he was staggering more than he had in the past few days.
Practically falling into the room cradling the bottle like a baby, Jack headed straight for Isabel. His vision was beginning to blur, but he could still see the vision he'd glimpsed on the monitor.
"Who ish thith?" Jack slurred to the group assembled around Isabel. Hearing himself speak brought a fuzzy thought to his mind. /This is no ordinary rum!/
Sitting suddenly became a priority. Finding a chair he sat down, pondering why he had become so incredibly intoxicated already. Imagine it! Captain Jack Sparrow, falling down drunk from just a few....large....swigs from a modern bottle of rum. He'd never live it down if his mates in Tortuga heard of this.
"This is Isabel, she's recently joined us here on Mindfuck Island," somebody that Jack hadn't met yet responded to his question. "And I see you've managed to find some rum."
"Aye," Jack replied. "But there ish something wrong with it. I once drank fifty bottles of rum before stomin some fool merchant's ship and makin' off with 'er plunder, without nary a stagger or slur. Thish bottle has got me actin like some stuffed shirt lord what never drank in their life!" That was only a slight exaggeration. It had been only 5 bottles, and he and his crew had been badly run off by the privateers they had tried to board. What the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Scanning the crowd, Jack's eyes came to rest on a couple laying on a mattress in the corner. There was something familiar about the female, it seemed as if he knew her from someplace. Staggering to his feet, he moved a little closer.
"Strange place to be bunkin in, ain't it?" Jack asked nobody in particular.
"That's one of the women that was kidnapped," the man with the glasses answered his question again. "She was pretty worn out from her experience, and she just sorta crashed here."
The woman turned over in her sleep, and Jack's breath caught in his throat as he saw her face. "Tia Dalma?" he whispered.
Jack stared, open mouthed at the bottle of rum he'd been cradling. Very deliberately he set it down on a nearby table and backed away from it.
"This stuff ain't rum, it's evil. Or Tia Dalma really is lying over there on that mattress."
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[Isabel] What a horrible man
Date: 2006-09-01 12:56 pm (UTC)She watched him while he leered around at every other female presence in the room, lip curled in disgust.
"If the rum is so strong," she said when his attention wandered back in her direction, "perhaps you should drink a bit less of it."
She almost lifted a hand and smashed the bottle, but a glance at Aiden convinced her this would be a bad idea so soon after the attack on Claire.
Not to mention that she'd have to clean up the broken glass and spilled rum afterward.
"Who are you anyway?" she asked. "And what's with that ridiculous hat?"
((OOC: Is Jack Sparrow armed?))
Wait till he passes out then get a pen and give him kitty wiskers
Date: 2006-09-01 08:30 pm (UTC)"Tia who?" Aiden asked aloud. "And who are you anyway? A castaway from Fantasy Island?"
[Jack S.] You have heard of me, haven't you?
Date: 2006-09-02 04:27 am (UTC)Jack couldn't help noticing that the dark haired woman stifled a giggle at his introduction, while the blonde had rolled her eyes and looked disgusted. Staggering over to the blonde, he leaned in close and waggled his finger in her face as he spoke. "I'll have you know, my dear lady, that I am not normally so grievously affected by rum. I am in fact rather familiar with it. This here rum, here in this here bottle here, it's been put upon by some curse, or poisoned, or some other fate so undeserving a poor defenseless bottle of Captain Morgan's finest."
Jack held his hat to his chest and lowered his head mournfully as he pondered the fate of his beloved drink. Quickly the moment was over as Jack moved on to the dark haired woman who was stirring about in the kitchen.
"Tia DALMA. Really my dear you must keep up if you're ever to understand anything." At the blank look on Aiden's face Jack became incredulous. "What, you mean to tell me you've not heard of Tia Dalma? She's only the best...she's, well, good at...she's a very powerful sorceress! Her and I, we have a *special* relationship, savvy? And that there woman over there is the spitting image of her."
Re: [Aiden] You have heard of me, haven't you?
Date: 2006-09-02 04:45 am (UTC)"Spitting image huh?" she leand to the side slightly so as to look at Isabel. "Maybe were in dopplegang land?" she smirked at her.
She came back to look at Sparrow.
"Well Captain Sparrow,..." she thought for a second, Oh what the hell. I'm Detective Aiden Burn. And no, I'm not familiar with Tia Dalma. I don't think I've ever met a sorceress. A witch yes, but that hasn't turned out too well."
[Isabel] No actually I haven't heard of you
Date: 2006-09-02 06:32 am (UTC)"Give me the rum, Captain Sparrow. I'll check it for you."
((OOC: Low posting rate starts here - my internet hardware is in imminent danger of being packed for the big move. See you all on the other side!))
Re: [IAiden] A walking talking lab, now there's an idea
Date: 2006-09-02 06:46 am (UTC)"God I'm homesick." She complained, starting to dig through the kitchen's food supplies.
[Methos] ENTERING
Date: 2006-09-03 10:07 am (UTC)Naturally, Sparrow was there.. and he'd found the rum. What joy.
"Well it certainly took you long enough," Methos smirked, gesturing towards the bottle. "Not so long to get drunk though, I see. I hope Jack isn't disturbing you ladies too much?"
The pair exchanged a wry look, seemingly more amused and disgusted by the pirate and his choice of clothes than anything else. Looking for beer while was allegedly still on duty probably wasn't the best idea though, given the contempt with which the newer arrival was glaring at the.. oh for goodness' sake, it was Captain bloody Morgan rum.
"I suppose it was too much to hope that you'd wait for a civilised hour before going on a drinking binge?" Methos looked at the clock grinned maliciously, snagging the bottle with greater speed than Sparrow could manage in this state. This might not be the old-style Navy, but he wasn't above using its traditions when it suited. "Noon, then. So the next muster for rum shan't be until the working day is done."
[Isabel] Not quite, unfortunately
Date: 2006-09-03 07:39 pm (UTC)[Methos] Not quite, unfortunately
Date: 2006-09-03 08:50 pm (UTC)Re: [Aiden] and certinally more entertaining
Date: 2006-09-04 04:28 am (UTC)And what does everyone want for lunch anyway? You all think I'm just here to look good?" She put her hands on her hips, waiting for everyone's lunch orders.
[Methos] you wanna bet?
Date: 2006-09-04 07:42 am (UTC)The offer of lunch was very welcome, on the other hand. "Is there anyway to make up some soup? All of our various invalids should be able to manage that. Would you like a hand, in any case?"
Re: [Aiden] you wanna bet?
Date: 2006-09-04 08:39 am (UTC)[Isabel] I'm not much of a cook
Date: 2006-09-04 02:40 pm (UTC)"If, that is, you're willing to let me near the knives."
Re: [Isabel] It's not rocket science
Date: 2006-09-04 09:25 pm (UTC)[Isabel] Chop chop
Date: 2006-09-05 07:09 am (UTC)She would have to talk to her, try and get her to understand what had happened with Tess. It probably wouldn't help, but she needed to try, needed to somehow get that barrier down between her and the group. What she'd done was probaby unforgiveable, but there wasn't much hope of her being able to integrate into the group without Claire's acceptance. Not properly, anyway.
She sighed and picked up another carrot, rapidly disassembling it into slices. At least the people who'd built this strange bunker kept their knives sharp.
Re: [Aiden] I'm trying
Date: 2006-09-07 11:58 pm (UTC)"Do you cook at home?"
[Isabel]
Date: 2006-09-08 07:47 am (UTC)((OOC: Since Isabel's in another thread that occurs after this one, I'd like to wrap this up before too long so I don't start contradicting myself.))
OOC
Date: 2006-09-08 12:07 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2006-09-08 03:58 pm (UTC)