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come_sailaway2022-07-13 02:53 pm
draughtsman) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-13 02:53 pm
Hot-Tub Truth Machine
Who: Lucius Spriggs And You.
What: Lucius is hanging out hot-tubbing and trying to make drinks for a contest.
When: A Vague Handwave At July.
Where: The Hot-tubs and various bars around the ship.
Warnings: Truth/Lies apply to all the hot-tub prompts and threads, so those can get spicy, and the drink ones will probably have him cursing in frustration.
Nothing Like An Early Morning Dip.
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest.)
Lucius has to say, of all the advancements, of all the magical future technology, of all the amenities and sundries this haunted ship provides? The Hot-tub is rapidly becoming his favorite. This is saying quite a lot considering he's already sold his soul to have some of those laundry machines when he gets back home. But, as much as he loathes work, sinking into a bubbling tub of hot water and getting to enjoy the sounds of the sea and pre-dawn? Oh that's just fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that he's decided to start his daily routine off with an extremely early morning dip whenever possible.
This morning (if you can call it that given just how dark it still is out), he's got a covered fancy coffee drink, some breakfast breads he's liberated from the buffet, and is clad in his finest in hideous Tommy Bahama swim-trunks.
Who Cares If It's Raining, You're Already Wet?
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest.)
It's mid afternoon and Lucius is entirely done with his tasks for the day. He thinks. There's not all that many tasks lately, honestly, and he's starting to wonder if he's being put off because the Captain feels bad about the lack of vacations. He can ponder that later because, right now, he intends to go for a swim in the pool. It is raining out but, honestly, what's the difference?
Lucius, carrying a decorative paper umbrella he acquired from the sundries/gift shop, one that will surely be destroyed by the end of his foray, meanders out into the rain and heads first for the pool. The little umbrella covers his towel well enough and once he's sure it's securely in place, he turns his attention to the pool. He steels himself a moment and then, with the sort of leap that cannot be walked back, dives in.
He is a terrible swimmer but, absent waves, he manages not to drown. This is meant to be good exercise and, boy, with his flailing, he is sure getting some of that in.
Pina Coladas And Getting Lost In The Rain
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest. If you want a normal thread he can be inside for this at the bar of your choosing.)
He is going to fucking lose it.
Lucius lets out a sharp noise of frustrated pique as he sips at the fifth fancy drink in his lineup and promptly spits it back into the tiki glass. It's awful. Dreadful. Abysmal. He's not sure how, but somehow, each attempt is worse than the one preceding it. Ergo, each drink he tries is somehow the worst drink he's ever had. This is ridiculous.
He's been here for over an hour and, honestly, looks ready to snap. He has a bet to win, sure, but he isn't so bothered by the idea of losing his wager. (Yeah, yeah, bruised pride, whatever.) No, now it's the fact that he can't make a good drink that has him carrying on. Somehow the inability to pull it off is so much worse than the idea that he might phone it in and lose.
Why the fuck had he put real effort in in the first place?
"How is it that I have drank every day since I was twelve and I cannot mix a single beverage?" Lucius asks the invisible ghosts behind the bar. Unsurprisingly, they have no comment and the cowards don't even appear to give him a shrug or meander away uncomfortably. Rude.
Before him, he has an array of bottles of liquor that he's ordered, a handful of the mixers he's had in drinks, and the assorted failures. He has all the tools but, somehow, he cannot seem to mix a damn thing that doesn't taste like shoe-polish. He orders another glass of water, if only to wash the taste out of his mouth, and then dumps the remainder of that glass into one of the others before he starts on a new drink. Maybe this one, this one concoction, will be good enough to win. Or at least good enough to drink.
Let Me Show You A Thing - Izzy, Closed
Lucius is drunk as a skunk and it's just crawling into morning. This is alright because, trailing along with him, is Izzy Hands who is equally pished. He doesn't try to take Izzy on the elevator, which is a risky choice because stairs and drunks rarely get along. Still, with a lot of amused mean digs about balance, the two of them finally arrive on the deck with the pool. Lucius throws the doors open with a tah-dah, as though Izzy has not seen this deck already, and then makes a hard turn toward one side where the hot-tub is.
All in all, the hot-tub is not a terribly impressive sight. It is a small pool with a sitting ledge, a single light, and it smells terribly of a chemical that Lucius does not know (bromine). The only appealing feature of it, at the moment, is that the water is very visibly steaming in the early morning light. Behind the hot-tub, along the wall, is a very cute little tiki-bar, rather like the one that flanks the entrance by the pool. This one doesn't seem to have quite as many decorative bottles on the shelves, but Lucius has never had a problem ordering everything from it.
"This--my good first mate--is the single best feature on this ship," Lucius declares with all drunken seriousness. Without prompt, he walks up to the edge of the tub. He holds up his index finger to ask for silence, for dramatic effect, and then reaches below the lip of the tub to crank the little timer dial. In a moment, the jets will start and then the bubbles. He shakes off his hand and stands, looking like the cat who ate the canary.
What: Lucius is hanging out hot-tubbing and trying to make drinks for a contest.
When: A Vague Handwave At July.
Where: The Hot-tubs and various bars around the ship.
Warnings: Truth/Lies apply to all the hot-tub prompts and threads, so those can get spicy, and the drink ones will probably have him cursing in frustration.
Nothing Like An Early Morning Dip.
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest.)
Lucius has to say, of all the advancements, of all the magical future technology, of all the amenities and sundries this haunted ship provides? The Hot-tub is rapidly becoming his favorite. This is saying quite a lot considering he's already sold his soul to have some of those laundry machines when he gets back home. But, as much as he loathes work, sinking into a bubbling tub of hot water and getting to enjoy the sounds of the sea and pre-dawn? Oh that's just fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that he's decided to start his daily routine off with an extremely early morning dip whenever possible.
This morning (if you can call it that given just how dark it still is out), he's got a covered fancy coffee drink, some breakfast breads he's liberated from the buffet, and is clad in his finest in hideous Tommy Bahama swim-trunks.
Who Cares If It's Raining, You're Already Wet?
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest.)
It's mid afternoon and Lucius is entirely done with his tasks for the day. He thinks. There's not all that many tasks lately, honestly, and he's starting to wonder if he's being put off because the Captain feels bad about the lack of vacations. He can ponder that later because, right now, he intends to go for a swim in the pool. It is raining out but, honestly, what's the difference?
Lucius, carrying a decorative paper umbrella he acquired from the sundries/gift shop, one that will surely be destroyed by the end of his foray, meanders out into the rain and heads first for the pool. The little umbrella covers his towel well enough and once he's sure it's securely in place, he turns his attention to the pool. He steels himself a moment and then, with the sort of leap that cannot be walked back, dives in.
He is a terrible swimmer but, absent waves, he manages not to drown. This is meant to be good exercise and, boy, with his flailing, he is sure getting some of that in.
Pina Coladas And Getting Lost In The Rain
(Mention if you want Truth/Lies in the header, pls or I shall choose what is funniest. If you want a normal thread he can be inside for this at the bar of your choosing.)
He is going to fucking lose it.
Lucius lets out a sharp noise of frustrated pique as he sips at the fifth fancy drink in his lineup and promptly spits it back into the tiki glass. It's awful. Dreadful. Abysmal. He's not sure how, but somehow, each attempt is worse than the one preceding it. Ergo, each drink he tries is somehow the worst drink he's ever had. This is ridiculous.
He's been here for over an hour and, honestly, looks ready to snap. He has a bet to win, sure, but he isn't so bothered by the idea of losing his wager. (Yeah, yeah, bruised pride, whatever.) No, now it's the fact that he can't make a good drink that has him carrying on. Somehow the inability to pull it off is so much worse than the idea that he might phone it in and lose.
Why the fuck had he put real effort in in the first place?
"How is it that I have drank every day since I was twelve and I cannot mix a single beverage?" Lucius asks the invisible ghosts behind the bar. Unsurprisingly, they have no comment and the cowards don't even appear to give him a shrug or meander away uncomfortably. Rude.
Before him, he has an array of bottles of liquor that he's ordered, a handful of the mixers he's had in drinks, and the assorted failures. He has all the tools but, somehow, he cannot seem to mix a damn thing that doesn't taste like shoe-polish. He orders another glass of water, if only to wash the taste out of his mouth, and then dumps the remainder of that glass into one of the others before he starts on a new drink. Maybe this one, this one concoction, will be good enough to win. Or at least good enough to drink.
Let Me Show You A Thing - Izzy, Closed
Lucius is drunk as a skunk and it's just crawling into morning. This is alright because, trailing along with him, is Izzy Hands who is equally pished. He doesn't try to take Izzy on the elevator, which is a risky choice because stairs and drunks rarely get along. Still, with a lot of amused mean digs about balance, the two of them finally arrive on the deck with the pool. Lucius throws the doors open with a tah-dah, as though Izzy has not seen this deck already, and then makes a hard turn toward one side where the hot-tub is.
All in all, the hot-tub is not a terribly impressive sight. It is a small pool with a sitting ledge, a single light, and it smells terribly of a chemical that Lucius does not know (bromine). The only appealing feature of it, at the moment, is that the water is very visibly steaming in the early morning light. Behind the hot-tub, along the wall, is a very cute little tiki-bar, rather like the one that flanks the entrance by the pool. This one doesn't seem to have quite as many decorative bottles on the shelves, but Lucius has never had a problem ordering everything from it.
"This--my good first mate--is the single best feature on this ship," Lucius declares with all drunken seriousness. Without prompt, he walks up to the edge of the tub. He holds up his index finger to ask for silence, for dramatic effect, and then reaches below the lip of the tub to crank the little timer dial. In a moment, the jets will start and then the bubbles. He shakes off his hand and stands, looking like the cat who ate the canary.
Tub thumping
He pauses as he sees Lucius, relaxing nearby and is somewhat surprised to see him. Or perhaps it's more he's surprised to see him so--underdressed. It feels almost like he's intruding on a private moment. Maybe he should leave before he's spotted but the lure of an actual bath draws him in- not a shower but a long soak in hot water up to his eyeballs.
And it feels rude to just come on in without saying anything so he trots up and clear his throat.
"Well, good evening, Lucius. This looks like fun." He almost wants to ask if he could join him, but so far it's been two for two people saying they'd rather not. "Is er...has this always been here?"
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"I think so? But I have no idea, honestly. They could have appeared just out of the blue recently? Either way, they're here now and they are wonderful," Lucius babbles and looks up at the Captain, tipping his head back. Stede is wearing his camping gear and it is...dreadful, but so is most modern clothing. Lucius pulls a face but says nothing.
"Are you joining me, Captain? There's plenty of room."
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"I wish we could have something like this in our cabins. Of course I don't think I'd be persuaded to leave." He shucks his shirt and lets it fall where it will, kicking off his shoes to do the same.
A moment later he is in the water, sinking against the seat and feeling a lovely hot jet of water against his lower back.
"Oh god, this is nice." He slips lower to get all of himself in the heat, even so far as to get his head underwater for a moment just to get the sweat off his face before rising again to the shoulder with a soft gasp.
"Yeah. Staying in here forever."
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He points to the bar beside them, a smaller version of the big tiki monstrosity around the one side of the pool. He stops to glower at that a moment, though. He'd left a serious number of drinks on the ledge but, in his hot-tub distraction, they'd been cleared away. How had he missed that?
Shake it off, doesn't matter. Boat's haunted.
"So what have you been up to, Captain?"
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The hot water really did wonders honestly. He hadn't even noticed the washtub smell until Lucius had brought it up but that didn't bother him.
"I've been practicing for the next horrific encounter we'll get into and thinking about maybe going up to run the captain through since I'm not sure physical affection is going to do much for him. Not that I'm sure I'll even be able to when I get there and will...probably die very messily in the attempt which I am not looking forward to so I probably won't, pathetic coward I am.
Oh and I have been kissing Ed a lot. Like a lot a lot. No one ever told me it could be so great." He wonders if Ed has found these hot tubs yet. It might be nice to sink in this heat with him, but on the other hand that seems like a bad idea.
"Yourself?"
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Stede carries on about practicing to fight the captain of the vessel and then laments how he will probably not attempt that. He says quite a lot about kissing Blackbeard, then, and Lucius nods along. Apart from shocking brevity, this isn't entirely different from their usual conversations, so Lucius thinks little of it as he passes Stede some fruity blue drink and then climbs back in to retake his seat.
"Oh, not much, trying to make Izzy Hands into my cabin boy for a while. Probably going to lose and have to serve him instead, which is a pity. He'll just have me doing laundry but I can't really blame him, nobody likes laundering leather. Pain in the ass that."
He takes a long sip of his blue drink and perches it on the edge.
"Glad you're liking kissing Blackbeard, Captain. Men are usually more fun to kiss, in my opinion."
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Though it nearly goes up his nose at the mention of Izzy Hands as a cabin boy and he coughs it out, slapping at his chest a bit.
"Warn someone when you're going to say something like that." He can hardly imagine it. He's not sure he wants to imagine it. Actually yes he does. Quite a lot. "If I help you win can I make a request?" He doesn't know what request he'd make - but it would be worth whatever he had to do just to get one.
"And God, yes. Yes it is. Kissing Mary was just awful. I mean it didn't help she didn't like it either, and who could blame her. Didn't help that I screamed a bit when she tried to put her tongue in my mouth on our wedding night and I...may have compared her to the horse." He sucks air through his teeth. "Did not go well."
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Stede chokes and Lucius smiles, not because he expressly enjoys seeing Stede inhale drinks wrong, but because turnabout is fair play. He hadn't even said anything untoward. But, on that note, the idea of Izzy Hands as a cabin boy does conjure some images, doesn't it? What were they talking about?
"Sorry, sir, can't have help," he laments with a glance at Stede. "Has to be all on my own or it's cheating."
He takes a long sip of his drink and...tactfully...does not comment on how comparing one's wife to a horse would, perhaps, ruin the mood. He doesn't know women, but even he knows women better than that.
"Everything is a bit better between two men, in my experience. Just wait until one of you sucks cock. That's a real treat."
Wait. What is he saying?
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"Sucks what?" He can't have heard that right. "I assume it's not something for supper or luncheon."
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"Save it for dessert," Lucius advises and then hmms and haws a bit. "It makes a decent breakfast as well, but that's down to personal preference."
Lucius sips more of his drink and, goodness, these are strong. His eyes water a bit as he drinks it too fast and he sputters before looking over at the Captain.
"These are good right? Wonder how they managed to make it not taste like shoe polish."
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He takes a cautious sip from his drink, shivering as it goes right to his head.
"How do you know what shoe polish even tastes like?"
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"I'm talking about homosexual relations, but I shouldn't say that, because it will upset you because you are a dandy, Sir. Also a gentleman, yes that, but mostly the dandy thing," Lucius explains for some fucking reason. "You and Blackbeard will get there, though, so I don't have to say anything, really. I hope I don't, even though you asked me before. It's just sooooo awkward. You're like my dad and that....makes the whole topic very weird."
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Though if I had met him another time... another place... If I weren't so... And he's so beautiful and so...competent and so kind. Even being with him is like a dream... Do you have anyone like that, Lucius? No,I shouldn't have asked that either. Not my business. This drink is great." He takes another swallow.
"I think I'll find an excuse to get out here soon."
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He takes another casual drink.
"You two are very cute, though, if cute can apply. I did a very lovely sketch of you a while ago. It's probably my best work."
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And miss someone able to wash his back, but that's honestly the least of his worries.
He flushes a little, sinking in the water at the comments about he and Ed.
"We're just friends. Not cute. Not a couple or anything." Muttered to himself. But speaking of: "And I'm fine with whatever you're doing in here with Izzy Hands. Not that you need my permission or even me to be fine- but he seems to be a good man despite the fact that I despise him solely based because he's an asshole; though perhaps justified as he has to put up with me and I will never be anywhere near impressive. I also think shouted some very odd things to him that I can't remember." He sinks a bit lower, staring into the alarming blue of his drink.
"Just promise me if you do end up wanting to kill me you'll clear it with Ed first? I don't imagine you will but it seems to be a trend where that man is involved."
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"I don't understand you at all, do I?"
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"Well, who does really?" He salutes Lucius with the drink and downs probably more than he should. It's going to be hell getting back to his cabin so he might just tuck himself on a deck chair somewhere.
"You're a good lad, Lucius. Very good. Wouldn't find another like you even if I searched a hundred years."