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CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of ~~beating the shit out of each other~~ bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.

I came to win

Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out

Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.

Battle me that's a sin

In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.

I won't ever slack up

For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.

Punk you better back up

Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up

Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.

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He watches with rapt attention but doesn't try to replicate because he is a man who takes orders. He's good at orders.

"None of the cool things are useful huh? Like in games how scythes are so fucking sick as a weapon, and then if you ever hold one in real life you realize you'd actually be better off fighting with your fists. But they look so damn cool." It's a miracle that all Pratt's scars aren't self inflicted from him trying dumb video game things as a teenager.

"I was on this side when the portal shut off, so missed the zombies. Probably for the best I got kinda fucked earlier in the day already."
Because he couldn't play jukebox roulette forever and win. "How bad was it?"

"Basically, yeah. Good rule of thumb. If it looks sick, it'll probably get you killed."

Darcy tosses the sword haphazardly back into the bag to the sound of more gold coins clattering and zips it up again.

"Oh it was fucking awful. I nearly died a bunch of times- I ended up going with a couple of others to see the crash site, so we were like... there when the first zombies came up. Literally hordes. Not like, shitty low-budget 'we paid five people to shamble around and pretend it's a horde', I mean like. Hollywood budget zombies. And some of them were people that we knew. Totally fucked up."

"Yeah. Unfortunately. You have no idea how many people have pulled guns on me, holding it one handed sideways like they're on the cover of an album not realizing if they actually shot it they'd break their wrist and probably slam the gun right into their face." So Pratt does actually understand how lame it is to do 'cool shit' in front of a professional. But that will not stop him from thinking the sword flourishes are rad as hell.

"Crash site? Wait did aliens crash land?" He blinks at that last part, "Like people from the ship?"

"Oh yeah- I've never held a gun in my fucking life but one of my friends from home would've fucking killed me if I did that shit. Said to imagine any gun is a wild dog and to hold it like you're trying to wrangle one. More or less. I think he was being poetic."

Darcy shakes her head-

"You didn't hear? Skulduggery and the Captain played chicken off a cliff and both of them went over. I kicked the Captain's corpse. Pity he got up again."

"That's not... entirely wrong. Depending on the gun you kinda want to hold it like you're gonna throttle it to death."

He blinks because he pretty much has no idea what happened after he got locked out of the portal. "Guess that means they both won. Or.. maybe they both lost. At least you got to kick him, that seems like some amount of vindication. Skulduggery okay now?"

"That, and he also meant in the 'don't point it at anything you're not willing to lose' meaning, I think."

Still, it's a little surprising that Pratt didn't hear anything about what happened there.

"Yeah, Skulduggery's... he's about as good as he always is. He's fine. He did win though- the rules of the game were that he'd only lose if he didn't go as far as the Captain, the only reason the portal opened and we didn't die horribly is because Skulduggery won. It was pretty intense, we all had to unanimously vote on one person to do the race."

"Oh sick. No better to do a cliff race then a skeleton. Wait. Fuck, his car was hella sweet too. Poor car. But for a good cause so .. guess that evens out." He lowers his sword, putting it back on the rack where he got it like a good student.

"Didn't some people die though? Like uhm.." He furrows his brow trying to remember who got eaten by zombies, and who told him that. "Fuck. Nevermind. My memory is shit anyway."

"That was the second game," Darcy explains, gesturing as if to separate the two.

"First game was chicken, Captain died, then he came back and said he wanted to play tag. With zombies. And yeah, I know Rin died at least, but I'm not sure who else did. Technically we all could've left the minute the portal opened but... a bunch of us went out to the crash site. Which is why I kicked the Captain's corpse."

"Oh." He.. sorta gets it.

"Did you get anything for winning the zombies? Or was the prize just escaping?" Even if there wasn't anything, she got an awesome consolation prize. "Gratz on Captain kicking, that's more than most people have gotten."

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