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Entry tags:
- arcane: jinx,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- elementary: joan watson,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- mcu: ava starr,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- our flag means death: lucius spriggs,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- vampire: the masquerade: diana abel,
- westworld: maeve millay
Pirate Pool Party
Who: Everyone!
What: The Captains Bonnet and Teach are throwing a Pirate Pool Party. This is it. Pirates. Pools. Parties.
When: August 1st, evening to ???.
Where: The pool.
Warnings: Probably some violence and swearing, also running around the pool, probably.
Lucius thinks he's getting rather good at planning and orchestrating these sorts of things.
He's got tables set up (dragged, painstakingly, from elsewhere on the ship) and each has snack-foods and appetizers (also dragged from elsewhere). There is a largely empty table for presents (not that he's announced that, but he has gone and started a pile already) and a series of smaller tables for games. With use of a few of the decorations from the Tommy Bahama, he's rigged up a Limbo pole. He's also dragged out a few of their fake palms, and one of their freestanding speakers to complete the ambiance.
Tragically, despite his promises of cake, he was unable to make any actual cakes. He did, however, assemble a large number of cupcakes together on one table and join them with liberal application of frosting until they looked like a single cake. There are two flavors to choose from--chocolate and walnut with a tan looking buttercream. Very subtle. Then there's orange, vanilla cream-filled ones with blue buttercream on top. Less subtle. In both cases, he refrained from writing Happy Birthday across the tops.
And, thankfully, it seems like the rain has stopped! He'd made an effort to build most of this under the bar's awning, but no rain is superior to, well, any rain over a party.
[OOC: Various top levels included for inspiration and a mild attempt at organization, you don't have to use them if you don't want to.]
What: The Captains Bonnet and Teach are throwing a Pirate Pool Party. This is it. Pirates. Pools. Parties.
When: August 1st, evening to ???.
Where: The pool.
Warnings: Probably some violence and swearing, also running around the pool, probably.
Lucius thinks he's getting rather good at planning and orchestrating these sorts of things.
He's got tables set up (dragged, painstakingly, from elsewhere on the ship) and each has snack-foods and appetizers (also dragged from elsewhere). There is a largely empty table for presents (not that he's announced that, but he has gone and started a pile already) and a series of smaller tables for games. With use of a few of the decorations from the Tommy Bahama, he's rigged up a Limbo pole. He's also dragged out a few of their fake palms, and one of their freestanding speakers to complete the ambiance.
Tragically, despite his promises of cake, he was unable to make any actual cakes. He did, however, assemble a large number of cupcakes together on one table and join them with liberal application of frosting until they looked like a single cake. There are two flavors to choose from--chocolate and walnut with a tan looking buttercream. Very subtle. Then there's orange, vanilla cream-filled ones with blue buttercream on top. Less subtle. In both cases, he refrained from writing Happy Birthday across the tops.
And, thankfully, it seems like the rain has stopped! He'd made an effort to build most of this under the bar's awning, but no rain is superior to, well, any rain over a party.
[OOC: Various top levels included for inspiration and a mild attempt at organization, you don't have to use them if you don't want to.]
OTA (limbo)
She walks away.
Later she passes by it again, staring more intently. She won't be tempted. Not by something so silly.
She turns her back to it to chat for somebody for a bit.
But later when she's going for another refill of juice, she finally gives in. A glance around, making sure nobody is watching. And Ava bends back and shuffles under it. Hah, victory.
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Ava narrows her eyes. Maybe he's messing with her. "You still have both, so I don't know what you're complaining about." She puts her hands on her hips. "Your turn."
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"Yeah, and I still have your weird fish plush." A beat. "Which is to say my weird fish plush." It was down his pants so he's pretty sure she's not going to steal it back, but then again...who can say? He shrugs at the assertion that it's his turn. "I'm flexible," he says before he goes up the limbo and slips under it easily, grinning widely as he turns back to look at her.
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She gives him a supportive little clap at making it under the limbo pole, not that it was all that low but he is quite a bit taller than her. "Here, lets see if we can..." Ava inspects the mannequins to see if their limbs are adjustable. "These things always creep me out..." she admits uneasily.
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He looks at the mannequins for a moment. “Pretty sure I had a sister-in-law that was a mannequin. Her name was…uhhh…something weird.” He squints as he tries to remember. Nope. Not coming back to him. “Five was in love with one.”
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"Every time you speak, it's like one of those mad libs..." Ava declares, because in no reality does that actually make any sense. Except. "Except you seem entirely sincere. And that's worrying."
Ava shakes off the thought. The mannequin limbs don't seem posable at all. But whatever, she can improvise. She simply grabs hold of the pole, renders it intangible with a flickering blur of her own arms, and wedges it solidly right into the mannequins so that it's now impaling them. But lower, which is the overall goal of limbo. "There."
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That draws out a laugh. "Oh, I mean everything I'm saying. You had to be there, I guess. Poor Five. I wonder if he's ever gonna recover from that one. Hope he finds himself a new girlfriend. Mannequin or otherwise."
He watches as she struggles with the mannequins, not actually moving to help, but she seems to have it under control. "Neat powers," he says as he looks at her. "I think it's your turn, now."
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"Was he... drunk?" Ava asks, because that's the only thing that makes his claims about his brother's love life make sense.
"Thanks, I got them when my family exploded," Ava's turn to try to throw this guy off guard with the details of her own stupid life, but he doesn't seem so easily shocked. She huffs again, eyes the lower limbo pole for a moment. She got herself into this mess, she might as well not embarrass herself further. So she slips easily right under it.
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Klaus laughs even more at that. "Probably not at the time, but he was in the aftermath of the apocalypse alone without us, so...that might have something to do with it." He considers something for a moment. "I wonder how long it would have been before I stopped being dead. We might have actually had a fun time. Like a buddy cop movie, but sexier. Mostly because of me. He looks like he's like 13."
Huh. "Wow. That's one way to get powers. Sucks about your family, though." Klaus watches and politely applauds.
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The more he talks, the less she feels like she understands. "How did a thirteen year old get stuck in the apocalypse alone?" she asks, pretty sure the answer is only going to confuse her even more. Is this how people feel when she tries to explain the Avengers?
"... Yeah, it's been over twenty years and I'm still not quite over it," that sort of thing just lingers with you. "But no going back in time and changing things."
She gestures for him to take his turn.
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"Jumping," he explains. "Through time. Dad told him not to, but he did it anyway. Jumped all the way to the apocalypse." He's sad they couldn't have had a less terrible time. He wonders if he would have been an assassin like Five. That thought lingers long enough for him to decide he definitely wouldn't have.
"Well, the world ended, so I don't think we changed much, to be honest. Outside of whatever deal Allison made with our dad to get whatever he promised her?" He still doesn't understand.
Still, he decides not to focus on that so much as focusing on slipping under the bar, winking as her as his head drops back a little while he goes under.
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"Wow, so that's very unfortunate aim... so what, he returned back in time and told you the world was going to end and you tried to stop it but failed anyway?" God. She's grateful for her decision not to drink during this party. Because this is giving her head a bit of a spin on its own.
Ava gives a small huff, crossing her arms. Because now they're well engaged in the game and she could just walk away but that would be admitting defeat. She grabs the bar, phases it a bit lower... oh, that's unfortunate positioning. Right through the mannequins' crotches. She gives him a slight glare, as if daring him to say anything.
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"I don't think that's what he meant to do, but..." He gestures vaguely. "But yeah. He went back to find us and tell us and we definitely failed. Like three times now. Oh well."
He cackles at the placement. "Just gonna stick it right in their mannequin bits. Oh, that's great." He's still laughing about it a few minutes later. "You first for the mannequin pleasure version of limbo."
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"You've failed to save the world three times..." Ava raises her eyebrows. "So what, you keep trying to travel back even more to fix it? What a mess. I bet you create even more paradoxes than-" she shakes her head. Sounds like they might've just been making things worse.
Ava keeps her arms crossed, flickering a bit in and out of view impatiently, waiting for the excessive laughter to settle. And then follows up with a short laugh of her own. "It does look rather questionable."
She takes her turn, still no trouble clearing the pole. She's flexible!
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Klaus shrugs. "Okay, so first we were going back in time, but accidentally ended up in the 60s and it followed us. Ben stopped it that time." There's a brief flicker of sadness when he mentions it. "So we were like, 'okay, time to go back home now'. And we did. We got back to 2019. Only then there was the kugelwhatsit because our moms died and we were never born. Oops. But I'm pretty sure Dad wanted us to fail so he could reset the universe for whatever nefarious purposes he had to do that. He's the wooooorst."
He eyes the pole for a moment before readying himself. His height does make this one a liiiiittle bit harder, but he still manages.
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"Kugelblitz," Ava corrects, as if the pronunciation matters amongst everything else he was saying. "Reset the universe?" Ava asks, suddenly quite intrigued. "How?" Because that does sound like something rather useful.
Ava moves the pole even lower, clearing it though her pigtails brush the ground while doing so. But if Klaus makes it this time, she's going to cheat and give the mannequin a little kick.
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"Oh right. Yeah. That's the word." He laughs. "But yeah. There was some button? Some machine in another dimension? It was a lot, really. And I died again somewhere in the middle of it. Then he used these stars in the floor to suck life force or something out of us? And it powered the machine. I think? Something like that."
Klaus is definitely working out how to make it because he feels like he has to prove something. Just a little. Even if it's all fun and games at this point. So he moves in closer and he's about to get under when the mannequin moves and he's hit on the chin. "Hey," he says as he falls backwards.
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She laughs almost apologetically as Klaus falls, sticking a hand out to help him back up. "I win," she declares. Mostly because the game is over.
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"But there never were any rules to break," she adds. "And no actual stakes. So. Are you going to bother being upset by it?"
Her hand is still sticking out for Klaus to take.
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"If there's no stakes, then why did you get so jealous of me and my very clear talents and cheat? Hm?"
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"Because I'm still a bit miffed about the fish, alright? It was cute and I wanted it, and then you... made it gross."
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When he gets up, he tries his best to reach over and mess up her hair, much like the multiple times he got into slap fights with Ben over some random shit that they disagreed about. He'd give anything for another sibling slap fight. But Ben's finally at rest and Klaus doesn't want to disturb him for this.
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But he's reaching for her, and Ava stumbles back a step in confusion at what he's trying to do. She's never had siblings to scuffle with, nor peers she grew up around. So this is unfamiliarity territory when it comes to fighting.
She slaps back at him. "Stop making a scene!"
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