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

[draughtsman]

"Welcome to the crew," he says with a resigned but moderately pleased sigh. He would clap her on the shoulder but he'd watched her evade a bullet. He's fairly certain she could kill him if she wanted...which put her in line with most of the crew, really.

"Some of this is nonsense," he says and gestures with his head to the table they'd drawn flags at and the snacks in the back. He looks pointedly at her gift basket. "But I'm glad we did it. I met a bunch of very scary people who are technically obliged to save my life. Which is great because I am very shit at protecting my own life. Just awful at it.

"Also I stole some art and didn't get stabbed. Today is a win, really."

[decohere]

She sighs as well. She still really has no idea what she's gotten herself into here, what any of this is going to accomplish. Especially when several (younger) members of the crew clearly don't like her. And the actual fucking Captain of this vessel lurking around. Which, fine, it's his ship and who is going to stop him. (And thankfully she's just unaware of whatever the fuck occurred with that sign up sheet at the end.)

"It is nonsense, but, I liked that," Ava admits, squeezes the gift basket lightly. "And maybe when I'm, you know, properly recovered from this experience. I'll take you up on that offer for advice."

[draughtsman]

"Whenever you like. I'm here until we sink or Stede and Blackbeard figure out something insane," Lucius says and shrugs. "Oh! I did learn how to text if you want to find me. Did you know there's little faces that you can put in to represent emotions?"

He's absolutely tickled by this, but he guesses she might know.

With a heavy sigh he shimmies the rest of the way off the stage, Blackbeard's sword in hand, and makes his way to the stacks of stuff on the tables. He gestures with the sword to the stack of art things.

"Those are all yours, by the way."

[decohere]

It's not that Ava is unaware there's a texting feature on the phones.

But nobody has ever used it to contact her. Nobody's asked. And it's fine, back home all she had were burners. Meant to be untraceable. She's not in the habit of social media addiction, defining her life by notifications that she eagerly checks for, measures her value by. So the lack of alerts are what she's used to.

But. Well. She sees other people on their phones. And it is just another awareness of how alone she feels, and then immediately squashes right back down because what a pathetic thing to be jealous over.

"There are?" she does know about emojis, but... well, if it gives Lucius an excuse to message her. She'll take it.

She follows to gather up the extra art supplies into her basket, wondering when she'll be able to work up the inspiration to do anything with them.

[draughtsman]

"Yeah--instant messaging, no ink or birds required, and the little faces and symbols to make it faster! Honestly, if I ever have to go back to longhand I might just pretend I died and stop writing letters altogether," he says with casual certainty as he gathers up everything else that he can carry.

"The number we need is room number and passenger, I think." Both Darcy and Skulduggery had explained this to him. Repeatedly. He's still not used to the idea of needing numbers to find people but he's coming around. "My room is 117, but I can't remember the other. If you get Skulduggery, ask him and he'll give you mine."

He's from 1717, this is an impressive amount of tech savvy, all things considered.

"And do tell me if you want to draw. All I do is work. The Captains will survive without me for a few drawing parties."

But, as much as he wants to put it off, he really should get all this back, organized, and try to figure out where the hell Blackbeard was so he could return this sword. He sighs and waves a quick goodbye until his hands are summarily filled with nonsense.