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come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
draughtsman) wrote in come_sailaway2022-05-14 11:45 pm
Pirate Room Party
Who: Lucius Spriggs, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, and Stede Bonnet, and also you? Probably you.
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
When: Mid-way and through the end of the Battle Royale. Following this thread.
Where: Cabin 117.
What: Stede had a freak out and collapsed. He's not dead but out cold and accepting visitors (mostly).
Warnings: General Pirate Behavior, potential descriptions of glass related injury.
Getting Stede Bonnet to a safe location is a complicated affair for two reasons.
Reason the first: Lucius has very little upper body strength and so is relegated to carrying Blackbeard's big fuckoff knife and occasionally helping with Stede's feet.
Reason the second: they are currently on a barge of the damned and safe is an extremely relative term.
Eventually, they decide (or rather Lucius comes to the conclusion and offers) that keeping Stede in a location with a spare bed and access to assistance is best until he is up and about. For several reasons, this ends up meaning that the Captain will be stashed in Lucius's bed in his and Skulduggery's cabin. On the plus side, this means that there is a spare bed for use, on the negative, it means that the cabin will invariably be painfully cramped.
Starter for Blackbeard, Skulduggery, and eventually Watson:
Once they (Blackbeard) haul(s) Stede to the room and deposit(s) him on the bed, Lucius gives the Captain a sad, slightly pained look. He's been wearing that outfit for days. It looks awful, disheveled, and now it's got blood and glass holes, and both of those problems fall under Lucius's job description.
He sighs and starts to strip the Captain with the general dispassion usually relegated to those in the medical profession. They have two of those complimentary terry cloth robes and, in lieu of a dressing gown, it'll do. Besides, they need to see about the cuts and check for glass in his back--right?
Maybe Clarke was right, you know, after the bashing his chest bit. They ought to call a doctor.
"I don't suppose you know any doctors?" Lucius asks and casts a tentative look at Blackbeard as he strips off Stede's vest. "Er--Sir."
Ah yes, nailed the title.
Very professional.
General starter for reference:
Cabin 117 is absolutely, entirely overcrowded.
It feels like they're back on Revenge at least, insofar as Lucius is concerned.
Stede Bonnet has the whole of one of the beds. He's looking a bit grim and grey, and has on a chintzy Hawaiian shirt and a bathrobe on despite being tucked snugly beneath the covers. The rest of the room is varying levels of disheveled, both from the over-occupancy and the fact that the island horrors continued for a day after they arrived. Lucius has been sleeping on the couch and has surrendered the bed that technically belongs to his roommate to Blackbeard. It's been better than a day and Stede is still out, but he's not dead yet and the horrible music and sound effects have stopped, so there's some peace to be had.
[OOC: Please feel free to just barge in, or visit, or ding dong ditch. Whichever. If you're one who signed up to be on the crew, feel free to assume Lucius tracked you down to inform you.]
A thoughtful gift:
Win-win!
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Lucius takes the book and gives it a baleful sort of once over. Bit grim but, if anyone can appreciate gallows humor it's pirates.
"Thaaaaaanks," Lucius drawls in a tone that is only half-sarcastic, and puts that just. Right. On the nightstand. There we go.
"And shall I leave him a message about who it's from or will he know?"
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"Tell him it's from Admiral 3B, and he'll get it."
As Lydia had put it, he looked very much like: a bloated zebra a lion ripped apart but didn't eat because something was obviously wrong with it, so it just rotted in the hot African sun. No part of him looked remotely Admiral-ish.
To top off the dead-zebra analogy, he also smelled the part.
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"Admiral 3B, got it," Lucius agrees politely, eyes watering. He's not going to argue with the title or the name because, frankly, both those would require inhaling and he is really trying to not. Just. At all.
"Anything else?" Is his voice squeaky from holding his breath? No. Don't be ridiculous.
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"Nope! That's it. Thanks for being a pal and making sure he gets it."
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"Yup."
Can he...taste that smell? Oh god it's in his mouth.
"Not a problem."
He's getting a bit red around the ears and cheeks now. Please let him go.
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"Let me know if he wakes up! Byyyyyyyeeeee!" He released the poor man and gave him a scrunchy fingered wave.