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come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
touchofcashmere) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-29 09:27 pm
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He Gods to Swear
Who: Cede Sonnet (Baptin) and ...all three of you... [OTA]
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
What: gin, rum, tequila, pina colada (one for each hand), vodka, whiskey....
When: June 30 year of our lord ...somethin' with a lotta 2s
Where: I dunno just...everyhere
Warnings: this man
I. At Hurikane
[Give him two pina coladas... or three. Or four. Because the ghosts won't and he's trying to pull the drink from the invisible hands]
I'm fine. I can handle it. I can handle anything! Don't tell me I can't liquor my handle!
II. At John's
[who is holding a bottle of tequila, sitting on the piano and intermittently throwing books at the screen? It's him. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine. Why do you ask?]
III. Chatterbox
[it is karaoke time and he is just in time for having a good time, reading the lyrics badly]
Tell me why ain't nothin' but a heartache
tell me why ain't nothing but a missed skate
tell me why I never wanna hear you say
I want it that day!
Come on! Sing with me!
IV. Scoops
I'll have one of everything please. [and then seeing someone come up, clings to the window] It's all mine. Go away. Shoo.
V. Elsewhere
[Stede is clinging to the railing, making his way along or otherwise rambling back and forth across the deck]
Wow! Choppy seas? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Must be a storm. [he chugs a bottle of rum]
If we die... I hope the captain is fucked. Fucked. Absolutely a hundered percent ten eggs deep.
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[he hiccups and burps just a little]
Oh excuse me.
And I could... I mean I could aim for you and maybe hit you. Or I could try to stab you if...if the two of you remained still.
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[Wow Stede, even the mechanical guy can see through that subtext.]
That's good because as it turns out, that's apparently what we're doing. Well, maybe not sailing to the ends of the earth because I'm not sure we're going anywhere, but certainly sailing to our doom. Which is similar.
How many of me do you currently see?
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[another sip from the empty bottle and he stares at it weaving in place before looking up at the man]
Erm...seven?
[and then he hiccoughs and folds like wet laundry on the deck. Don't worry... he's...fine.]
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[ He sounds pleased, though that fades when Stede collapses into a not very graceful puddle.
Max sighs, wrenching the empty bottle from his hand to toss it overboard.
Aaaaand that's the extent of the help he'swilling to offer. Enjoy the night on the deck, romantically under the stars, because Max simply leaves him there. Have a good time buddy.]