Pack it up, pack it in,

[saltwaterlungs]

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.

Comments

good place to wrap?

[be_seeing_you]

"I still have very good hearing, you know." Because he's still in his prime and not going senile, thank you very much.

"Yes. Do make sure you underline that."

yup!

[skaikru]

Snrk.

"I'll write it in bold and everything."

Among Clarke's established group of friends, this would be the point in the sassy conversation where she smiled brightly, with a slight air of superiority and humor, and pretend that was an amicable and acceptable way to say bye, see you later. But all Number 6 gets as the conversation is drawing to a natural close — or a forced one, before he can ask her any more questions about her part in the wars of her people, and vice versa — is a brief raise of the eyebrows.

Then back into a placid mask of focus, as two someone's in the distance step into one of Darcy's mapped out fighting rings and Clarke turns to watch. Whatever they're about to do should be noted down, and without the distraction of conversation or invasion of eyes over her shoulders. So, excellent time to take her leave.

"I'm going to go watch that, now. Enjoy the rest of the club." Shooting or boxing or useless fencing, what have you. She's not waiting for any semblance of a goodbye from him either, just turning to make a smooth exit.