Grab Your Partner By The Ear, Lash Him To The Wheel

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Anyone & Everyone
What: A showing of Muppet Christmas Carol & Muppet Treasure Island with a light party after
When: October 1st, starting roundabouts 6 PM
Where: The pool
Warnings: Alcohol, Muppets, and whatever you bring with you


The invites get delivered by Erin, who prowls the ship with a stack of them and a genuine goblin grin; gold watercolor on black paper, with the neatest handwriting declaring that YOU! are invited to a showing of two films and miscellaneous episodes of The Muppet Show, starting at 6 PM on Friday the 30th. The invitations are not signed by the artist, but at the bottom, in gel pen, are a white skull & crossbones and a Victorian top hat, drawn in the same neat hand as the writing.

Snacks and an open bar are promised.


Fast Travel

- Invitation Handout
- Pool Bar
- Snack Table
- The Pool
- Serious Discussion Of The Fucking Muppets
- A Touch of Privacy
- Wildcard

Comments

Invitation Handout

[crushed_pearls]

Erin's more than willing to talk about the invitation during the invite process, even if she can't stay long (lots of people to invite, after all). Want to chat her up, or meet her alongside some friends before the event? Decline before the event because you've got beef? Well, here she stands, invites in hand.

meeting Erin

[be_seeing_you]

"What's this then?" he asks when handed the invitation. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."

Re: meeting Erin

[crushed_pearls]

"We haven't!" Erin offers a hand out, through a personal space bubble that radiates Several Feet from her body. "Erin Peters, fresh passenger. I'm offering up some entertainment from back home."

[be_seeing_you]

He returns the gesture with a firm and proper handshake. The insides of his palms are rough from a combination of hard work in the field and diligent use of exercise training equipment. It suggests he's lived a rugged life. However, the way he speaks is gentlemanly and prim, with an accent that is English but hard to triangulate to any one place. Most things about him, in fact, seem to defy putting him in any definitive category. The scents of his aftershave and the oil for his hair are all mundane and generic store brands. Everything, including the name he chose for himself seems intended to be as forgettable as possible.

"Peter Smith. I've been here a few months. Long enough I don't think I can bill myself as new." There's a tinge of distaste to that. He wanted to be gone from this place before now.

"I admire your efforts at bringing some levity to this place. I don't mean to be rude, but does that cloth over your eyes indicate that you are unable to see?" A movie night seems like a strange choice if so.

[crushed_pearls]

"Good question." Erin's own hands are oddly uncalloused, a detail that clashes with the otherwise strident signs that Mister Smith here is talking with a confident warrior. When she takes her hand back, she steps back too, and lets that personal space bubble reassert itself.

Erin flashes a wan smile. "The cloth helps me see for a given value of see, but the lack of vision is...recent. I saw the films back when there were eyes in my skull and I do still love to listen to them, but...truth be told mainly I'm displacing the weird feeling of these being given to me recently by sharing them with everyone else. I do not like the idea that whoever put them in that little gift box knew something about me."

[be_seeing_you]

"Is that blindfold some form of magic?" His relief that she hasn't taken great offense leads him to ask more questions. Needless to say, the suggestion that she does not have eyes in her skull anymore brings up several more. But he does have enough tact not to ask her how she recently lost her sight.

"I know what you mean. Just last month I was gifted a fencing set. Now, the fact that I competed on the Olympic track in my younger days is information that could be publicly available with the right amount of digging, but that along with your story is in line with what many others have observed here: our Captain seems to have unlimited knowledge of our lives and our proclivities."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin makes a Face. "Pleasant thought. To answer your question, yes but not in a way that's terribly useful to most others. You could put it on but it won't do anything for you other than be a blindfold. It only works for...people like me. The armor would work fine for you but it's ice so uh."

She grins. "Layer up first. God, it's like I never left home though. Everyone wants to know how my bullshit works. I was never on that end of things, I just know from doing."

[be_seeing_you]

"I'm sorry if answering the same questions repeatedly is tedious for you, but you really have captured my curiosity now." Which part does he start with? People like her? Ice armor? Her world must be a vastly different place to his.

"I come from somewhere devoid of magic, so I am constantly fascinated with the various ways I encounter it here. If you feel like indulging me? When you say people like you... what does that mean?"

[bigbadrose]

"Ohhhhh thank you," Rose happily takes it, and lights up like a Christmas tree. "Muppets! I love the Muppets! Have you seen them before?"

[crushed_pearls]

There's a polite answer available. Erin knows she should take it, but instead she opts for Plan B: Complete Goblin and 'stares' at what will hopefully still be a new friend after this person notices the blindfold.

[bigbadrose]

Yup.

"Oh my gosh..." Jaw dropped. "I'm so sorry..." She's losing 15 years of her life right now. She's gotten so used to aliens and different time periods, that the whole blind thing literally slipped by her. She was thinking it was some cool Star Trek laser thing. "Are you helping a friend with handing these out?"

[crushed_pearls]

"No, I just couldn't pass up the chance to make the obvious joke," Erin teases, with a melodious laugh. She offers a hand out. "Erin Peters, new passenger, Muppet fan. The uh...complete...filmography of the Muppets was left for me by Ms. Friday, I think, so I'm hosting a get-together to spread the love. Or at least confuse a great deal of people, which is like the first option but much funnier."

[bigbadrose]

"Ohhhhh good one," Rose giggles, cheerfully shaking the offered hand. "You really had me going! I'm new too. Rose Tyler. Spread the love." More giggles, "And confusion. So you are familiar with the Muppets? These two your faves?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Among them," Erin admits. Wow but this lass's enthusiasm is infectious; she's grinning herself now. "Being adaptations they're the Muppets at...some of their least Muppet, but they wouldn't be what they are without 'em. I do hope I can catch ya there, yeah? Decent excuse to meet everyone else here on SS Hellscape, and my friend Johnny will be manning the bar."

[bigbadrose]

"I will definitely be there." And she'd try to drag friends, though maybe only Cassandra would come, but she could at least tell her roommate and the Doctor, even if they weren't the type (then again, maybe they are? Rose barely knows). "This is now my first official memento of SS Hellscape." She holds the invitation to her heart! Erik (roommate) can see it, but she's going to save it, it's hers. "I like Miss Piggy the most in the Great Caper, but the songs for Treasure Island, oh and Christmas Carol are so good!" A happy hum, "You know I still haven't seen the Muppets Wizard of Oz? Ashanti, Queen Latifah, it has to be brilliant. But I was on a bit of a skip year."

Literally, she lost the year to time travel. Things happen.

"Oh, you want me to bring anything? Crisps, um..." the bar was tended, so no need for drinks. "Blankets for blanket forts?" She has clearly done this before.

[crushed_pearls]

"Blankets for the privacy area would be fucking amazing," Erin admits freely. "Just about anything else is fine. Folks will...probably be armed, I'm not the only person here who can't relax without a weapon to hand, but I intend to keep it light. You'll be my guest; that places you under the aegis of my hospitality."

A pause. "Oh! And the pool will be open!"

Ask or don't ask...

Ask.

"If you intend to swim could I get your permission to do something... confusing?" A grin quirks her face again after the serious statements from before.

[bigbadrose]

Blankets! She will bring as many as she can carry in several trips, running back and forth looking like the Bahamanal suddenly grew capacity to leave the store.

"Sure!" Rose instantly replies obliviously. Far from being the weapon-filled danger-lurks-everywhere type, she's the opposite. "Is it like bubbles, ooohh or tentacles, or lights changing colors? No wait, is it a surprise? Don't tell me, I want to be surprised." Surprises are great. What could be the danger?

[pinballer]

"Muppets? Aren't those for kids?" he says, not paying too much mind to the pamphlet before he realizes who he's talking to, "Hey, didn't you kick Darcy's ass? That was pretty cool, even if I should've been first in line."

He already fought Darcy once and lost, but he's sure he'll win when they inevitably rematch.

[crushed_pearls]

Oh Christ, here we go. Somehow Erin has managed to dodge existing social conflicts for the weeks she's been on the ship, a feat that proves that miracles exist and are dispensed by a god who thinks they're funny, but now she's walked right into one.

There is a Deep Sigh.

"I'm not even sure where to start with that selection of sentences, youngblood, but yeah, I fought Darcy at fight club and I went harder than I should have. We've made our peace about it."

The invitation is offered again. "As far as the Muppets being for kids, ask the dude who whole-ass dies in the first ten minutes of Treasure Island if he's feeling kid-friendly."

[pinballer]

"No way, it's fucking fight club, going hard is the point," he says, taking the pamphlet this time although he's still skeptical.

"Is there lots of blood? Like in Texas Chainsaw massacre?"

No, Vance, Muppet Treasure Island is not going to be like Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

[crushed_pearls]

"No blood, they're still Muppets, but again, man whole-ass dies in the opening song. Sometimes you need a bit of adventure so the slashers don't get dull."

She breezes past the fight club comment for now, and files it under Ask Darcy What's Up.

[pinballer]

"Yeah, we'll see," he says, "I've got to patrol my turf and all that shit, but maybe I can fit it in my schedule if there's death in it."

[crushed_pearls]

"Catch you there then, youngblood. I do hope you enjoy - ah, and," she adds, remembering, "my guests are under my protection. No magic, no mayhem."

[pinballer]

"I don't have any magic, but I've got a lot of mayhem," he says, "You sure you want me there?"

As if he has no control over his own bad behavior whatsoever.

[crushed_pearls]

"Any man, beast, or god that violates my hospitality will get my foot broken off down their throat," Erin promises solemnly. "Do with that information as you please."