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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.]
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He doesn't crack a smile at the joke, unless you count the slightly pained one, and then in the sanctity of this bloody metal box of a confessional, he admits in a roundabout way to being scared for Stede: "Think that makes it worse. At least with the warships, he had something to focus on. What do you think he'll focus on when this is over?"
The elevator dings a short time later to let them off at Deck Five where Topy is located. Seemed like the place for wine to Ed, not that he's that big on wine. But look, he can be accommodating, even to Lucius. And hell, as long as it's alcohol, it'll work. A nice bottle or so of red will eventually get him there same as some rum or whiskey.
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They step off the elevator and head toward their destination. Lucius trudges along and, despite being very poorly for the last week, he slowly starts to recover as they go. By the time they're in Topy, he's basically stopped sniffling. He's not sure what to say to Blackbeard about this whole situation so he resigns himself to saying nothing for a while.
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Ed's not sure what to say to Lucius either, and not just for his usual lack of social skills. He feels rung out and raw, and with their task of taking care of Stede now off their plates for the evening, he's useless and untethered. What are they supposed to do with themselves if Stede doesn't want them--
Wow, shit, okay. No. That is unbearably pathetic and he needs to be drunk now.
They get a bottle of red and are served with glasses because apparently this place isn't just going to give them each a bottle to drink straight from. Classy establishment. Ed pours himself a very full glass and Lucius the same, and raises his own in a toast.
There's a hint of irony to his tone, along with exhaustion and many other complicated notes of emotion that his limited palette can't or won't identify. "To the Gentleman Pirate--whose fancy manners don't include a fucking Thank You."
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It's very good wine. Better wine than he is even slightly accustomed to. Better wine than Stede keeps on board, even, which is a real shock. He stares at the glass, then his gaze drifts to the man across from him. He's wrung out and, as of this moment, has the excuse that his wine has hit him harder than expected. Never mind that it's just worked its way into his stomach a second ago.
"Thank you, by the way," Lucius says. He doesn't clarify what for, he'll let it mean the wine...no, that's too cowardly, even for him. "For...sharing watch."
He finishes out the glass in one throw back and then reaches to pour himself more.
"And I'm sorry."
This one he probably doesn't need to clarify.