Crew Meeting

[touchofcashmere]

Who: The BlackBonnet Crew
What: Seasonal Meeting
Where: The Theater
When: 9/24
Warnings: General warning because look who we've got here.



The set up is not much different from last time, with food and drinks set up at tables on the side of the stage that can be rearranged for when it's time to do something more creative. The difference a prop wall has been pulled onto to the stage, proudly displaying everyone's flags.

Grab a drink and some food and be ready to reconnect with your marvelous mates!

Comments

[ninetoes]

Not to my knowledge but one suspects they'd have to be earned. I don't know about the rest of your life.

[saltwaterlungs]

Oh.

[ Nudges his elbow with hers. ]

Well... you're...... cool. And you're the best swordsman I know. So.

[ ... ]

[ninetoes]

[Oh, no don't do that. Don't be nice to him. Don't make him feel good about himself. What kind of monster are you. Because it works, damn you. something slightly warm settling in his chest. Something worth protecting. Something worth cherishing. That is so fucking dangerous.

Duty, he decides to call it. Loyalty to him. If it's duty then he can appreciate it. If it's loyalty then he can reward it. He's always wanted to be cool. How novel.]

I think you're extraordinary, Darcy. One in a generation, I mean that.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Oh God, reciprocated compliments. This is the nightmare scenario. This is the worst outcome. Darcy looks back very firmly to the rest of the room and shut up she's being normal about this. ]

Thank you. Honestly, that's... nice to hear.

[ Nobody has ever been more normal about something in their life. ]

[ninetoes]

[Yep. Just being. Very normal. This is fine, right? They can just..]

Maybe should I go and check on the um-

[saltwaterlungs]

No, yeah, totally, the thing- you should check on it-

[ They're so good at this. ]

[ninetoes]

Yeah. Yeah, needles, you know.

[A vague gesture towards Ed. They're nailin' this, buddy. Fuckin'- awkwardly running the fuck awayyy]

[saltwaterlungs]

The needles, yeah.

[ ... Before he goes- ]

If I do come up with something- like a design or something- would you...?

[ninetoes]

[He stops and turns. why are you wrecking their perfectly agreed upon escape, why- oh-

Izzy softens. He isn't sure if he wants to run away, now. And it's not like he knows much about modern tattooing at all, much less, you know. Sanitation guidelines for it. It's just that pesky feeling in his chest again, siding up alongside something like pride.]

I'd be honored, yeah. You've earned one.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ 'Earned' sits far more easily than anything else he's said. Talent is nothing to do with her, and the edges of extraordinary are too loosely defined, but earned? That's... good. ]

I was sort of thinking that... I don't know if I told you, but back with the zombies I... kind of? Held Phil from falling off the rover for a while? And I don't know if it's a thing when you're from, but I've seen pictures of these like... really sick knuckle tattoos that say 'hold' and 'fast'. I think... I'd want those.

[ She knows she doesn't need to explain further. He'd get it. ]

[ninetoes]

[He gets it immediately and smiles. See that? A genuine, real smile.

Might not be that strange for Darcy, actually. She makes him smile more than anyone. Barring Ed, she probably knows him better than anyone, too.

It lures Izzy back from the few steps away he'd taken.]

You didn't, but that's a fine choice. That tattoo is for riggers and deckhands, holding fast the ropes of the sails. Without them, a ship would perish.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy smiles back in turn, nodding to herself. ]

I like that. That's good, I knew- I knew they were a sailing thing, but that's cool. Cool.

[ It's a good idea and he likes it. Hell yes. ]

Let me know when you're free to do it, yeah?

[ninetoes]

[He thinks about it and then checks his nonexistent pocket watch. When that doesn't do he checks his nonexistent wrist watch.]

Seems my schedule is open. I could fit you in a hair past a freckle.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ That earns him a shove on the shoulder. ]

Do you do conversions from dork time, or should I just show up whenever?

[ninetoes]

[It's fun. They've having fun again. Fuck he missed this so much.]

You need to make an appointment with my right hand. Bit of a serious one. No nonsense. Excellent swordsman. I think you'd like her.

[saltwaterlungs]

Wait- what? Who's your right hand? There's another swordsman here and I don't know her??

[ Whoosh over her head. ]

[ninetoes]

[Oh- oh no. Oh no it's funny. OH NO!

Yeah, some blind bint I found in a puddle. He is so, so fucking close to saying it, but it takes the joke away. Alas.

Completely deadpan: ]

I'm surprised you haven't met. She's about your height. Deadly serious, but gifted. Has a lot of potential.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ It's patently ridiculous to be getting jealous of someone for filling the roll that she had deliberately left vacant. But the jealousy is evident as Darcy's Roman features as she settles in for some brooding, folding her arms. ]

Well. I'll have to find her. And probably kick her ass. Potential doesn't mean shit, hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

[ HUFFS. ]

[ninetoes]

Well the French do love to war amongst themselves, don't they. I'm rooting for you.

1/2

[saltwaterlungs]

Of course she's fucking French too.

[ Honestly she doesn't know how insulted to feel by all this. At the very least if she was going to be replaced, he could've been original about it. How many fucking French swordsmen could there even be on a boat this small... ]

2/2

[saltwaterlungs]

[ ...of her height, who was also serious and...

Wow, Darcy is no longer here, how mysterious. ]

fuck you.

[ninetoes]

[Izzy laughs, how can he not. Bright and light and barked before he presses his knuckles lightly to his fist.]

Ohh, come now. It was funny. Why are you here, anyway. I thought you'd quit.

[saltwaterlungs]

You'd have my fucking hide if I did that to you.

[ HUFFS!!! ]

And Stede talked me into staying, I thought I mentioned. You don't have to like him, but he has earned my loyalty.

[ With ice cream. ]

Someone needed to run the fight club anyway.

[ninetoes]

[A soft hum. Fair enough, he guesses. He doesn't love it but whatever.]

Yeah that tracks.

[Mmmmmmm okay. He'll be honest.]

Between me and you, I'm not sure how long I'll be for this circus.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy shimmers back into visibility. Her ears are still a little pink, but the worst of her embarrassment has faded. She hadn't moved from where she was standing beside him. ]

You're really going to give up the ability to lord your superior officer shit over me?

[ She asks. It's half a joke. But... nods eventually. ]

It's probably... not a bad idea. You know, with everything we talked about. Might be nice for you to... do shit that isn't about Blackbeard for once.