We didn't choose the pirate life

[touchofcashmere]

Who: Stede Bonnet, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, Lucius Spriggs, Skulduggery, John Watson, Darcy LeJeune, Diana York, Ava, Yuri Lowell, Clarke Griffin, Beetlejuice, Jinx, Jim Jimenez and Hiram
What: Pirate Crew Meet & Greet
When: 5/27
Where: Bellona Theater
Warnings None yet




Everyone at some point will get an invite to the theater, either pressed into their hand or shoved under their door. The stage is set with black curtains hanging in the background and on each seat there will be a little gift basket with a black ribbon, a name, a candy bar and a black pen with a little spiral notebook.

In each notebook, Stede has written a little note of encouragement. He will wait for them all to find their seats before he begins.

Comments

[skaikru]

( if not beat, we can certainly try to match.

here clarke thought she was being cagey and stand off-ish by picking up her gift basket and moving a handful of seats away from any other attendee, only to be upstaged by someone sitting a full few rows away and — wait, beyond the general curtain of shadows and distance, is that...

first and foremost — no way. secondly — ...why?

and maybe more importantly, why isn't anyone actively doing anything about it? why is stede bonnet approaching him with the same open kindness he greeted every other pirate wannabe with? why is the walking talking skeleton sitting so close but not offering further acknowledgement? clarke does two things in rather rapid succession: pulls out her phone and texts bellamy blake, then casts around until she catches eyes with darcy lejeune and jerks her head back in the direction he's sitting.

then, likely in the middle of someone else's introduction, clarke's standing. sidling out of the row of theater chairs and making her way back up the tiered steps until she comes to the same row as the captain. slithers past the seats, sits down right next to him, and very loudly clears her throat. )

I hear you bleed.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy catches her glance and the nod, and reliable as a lucky sidearm, is on the other side of the theatre to back her up. Darcy takes a seat behind both of them; not crowding the captain, but close enough to act if something happened. ]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he blinks slowly, gaze lazily passing between them.]

Not as cool as yours, really.

[skaikru]

( this entire thing is already so rude and clarke struggles not to hashtag scowl in nightblood. )

That hole in your head was cooler than mine, though. My insides still look and function like insides, even though they're black. So what was that?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[shrugs]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Right, ask Clarke about that later. Much later. ]

What about a bargain then, ehn? You like those. Information for something else.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

That would require you to have something of interest, but... [y'know, impossible things can happen. makes a vague sort of "continue" gesture.]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ ... ]

You want a cool knife?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[stares.

leans forward.] I can literally manipulate the cosmos. I have complete power over matter to a subatomic level. The reorganization of reality is like breathing to me. Of course I want a cool knife. What do you want for it?

[saltwaterlungs]

Answer her questions honestly. Out loud. Not forever, just until the end of the meet and greet.

[ Darcy procures the knife from her pocket, popping the blade out with a flick of her wrist. Oh yeah, it's pretty cool in an edgy militaristic survivalist kind of way. ]

I won't even stab you with it.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I answer every question honestly. [which is like. 99% true. SIGHS.] I suppose the likely, and completely honest, "I don't knows" will not earn me many cool knife points.

[saltwaterlungs]

Sucks for you then,

[ Darcy flicks the blade closed and very visibly telegraphs going to put it in her pocket. Come on, you want it boy? Throw them a bone. ]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[siiiiiiiiighs

makes the same vague gesture as before. go on. give it a shot.]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy raises an eyebrow in Clarke's direction. She set him up, time for her to knock him down. ]

[skaikru]

( wow, damn. remind clarke to take darcy into every future battle she ever wages, at least against this specific sociopath. but never one to ignore a good set up, nor look the gift horse of forced honesty in the mouth — )

What's your endgame here?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[uggggggh. boring questions. immediately starts fiddling with the fabric on top of the seat in front of him.]

Apotheosis.

[skaikru]

( end of the day, much like jinx, clarke doesn't know what the hell that means off the top of her head.

but. unlike jinx. she's spent long enough at her mother's elbow, knee deep in medical books to obtain a passing sort of understanding of latin. and get past the greek implications, latin's always a good language to lean on. )

You want to —

( her breath catches in her throat, and against every instinct yelling to maintain eye contact, clarke looks up to catch darcy's eyes. what did she just hear? )

I don't think you can make yourself a god.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I can do whatever I want to do. [so. remember to consider that fact.]

[skaikru]

( is it a fact, or — )

...Okay. Then why haven't you done it yet?

( what's keeping you from godhood, you pathetic smokey bitch. )

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I'm still trying to figure out the "how" of it. It wouldn't be worthwhile if it was easy to figure it out.

[skaikru]

So you can't. Actually do whatever you want to do.

( just. yanno. to make that clear and say it out loud. )

No matter how long you've been at it.

So where do we factor into your quest for ascension? I don't know of any gods who got their disciples by kidnapping them and making them fight to the death.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[mildly petulantly] For now. It will happen when it happens. Time is one resource I have a limitless supply of.

You think rather highly of yourself, don't you. You're fuel for my research. Nothing more.

[skaikru]

( a soft, yet utterly disbelieving scoff. a hmph, not at all discouraged by his dismissal. )

I never sat down and talked to a can of gasoline to tell it how it was going to burn. And I never threw a party after instigating a mass murder.

You remember to get that cool knife, the rule was honesty right?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[flat stare]

Can cans of gasoline talk back in your world.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy pulls the knife out to waggle it in place. His goal of apotheosis was of course a fool's errand, and for some reason it... relaxes her a little, that his efforts would ultimately be futile. She ignores his jab, asking- ]

What is it exactly you're learning from us, ehn?