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come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
Pack it up, pack it in,
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 ofbeating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of
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.
HELLO THIS IS VERY LATE IT'S OKAY IF YOU WANT TO DROP IT I JUST FOUND IT AGAIN
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."
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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?"
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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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."