I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue

[touchofcashmere]

Who: Stede Bonnet and you!
What: New Shipmate Shenaniganry
When: End of April, beginning of May
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: None yet



I. Welcome to the World of Tomorrow
There is very little about this new world that Stede understands. It's all baffling to him, some of it downright incomprehensible. So if you see a flickering of lights coming from a nearby room, you might find the gentleman pirate turning the lightswitch on and off again.

"Would you look at that? Amazing! And so bright! You could read all night with something like that. But how does the fire extinguish and go back on so easily? Or burn without heat?" He glances at whomever found him. "Listen... you don't think we're dead, do you?"

II. Sign-ups Here
Stede is a professional at these things by now. He feels disjointed in this strange world and the best thing to do when you're disjointed is to seek the familiar. So he has a deckchair and a little table-managed to procure a pen and paper from somewhere and accosts anyone who passes by.

"Hello! Would you like to sign up to be a pirate? No pay just yet but adventure and glory and a cut of any treasure we come across. You wouldn't say no to some nice booty, would you?"


III. Room-Mate [locked to Gogol]

Somehow or another Stede has found his room, but when he pushes open the door his expectant face falls.

"Please tell me this is a closet."

Then he notices the room is occupied.

"Oh, sorry, is this yours? It's a very nice closet. You could do a lot with it."



IV. Hit him up with anything. He is down for adventure.

Comments

[touchofcashmere]

I was just getting to it. Let's see. Hiram. Skills, magic annnd sleight of hand and juggling. You know... [he grins] In pirate terms we'd call this fuckery. And I could use another good fuckerer on my crew. What do you say?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[his brows raise for a moment... then, he chuckles, a gleam in his eye.]

Well. That's not the first time I've been called that by a pirate, but it's the first time it's been positive.

[he leans his cheek onto his fist, his elbow on his thigh.]

What an interesting creature you are, Stede Bonnet.

[touchofcashmere]

So I've been told!
[he's not really surprised. Pirates call each other all manner of things]

But if you're settled on this course then... [he finishes the document with a flourish]

Sign at the bottom... Let me know if you need some time to get that read to you. I'm happy to wait.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he pauses for a moment. because, of course, there is always the ultimate consideration: what is the funniest course of action for him to take at this juncture. considering what's the least ill-advised? boring, stupid, never a factor.

which is why, after this brief pause, he immediately pulls a small knife from his sleeve, slides it over his thumb, and then presses the thumb to the bottom of the page.]

[touchofcashmere]

[he didn't actually mean for the man to make some sort of blood pact, but this is not the first nor the last time Stede has been seriously creeped out by incumbent crew]

Welcome aboard, Hiram. [he declines to shake his hand because, well, blood]

First step is we need to grow-- so if you see anyone looking for a sturdy pirate crew to belong to, make sure you talk us up a bit.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Oh, I'm not much of a talker. I don't get out much at all, really. [idly fiddles with the cut.] I really only talk to Gal, and she's not much for conversation. It's a bit like talking to a...

[frowns]

I can't remember what machines existed on Earth in the 18th century. You had microwaves by then, right?

[touchofcashmere]

Yes I can see that. [that woman... is terrifying to put it bluntly]

Well we've got small waves but you seem to be referring to something specific. For me it's a bit like being in a graveyard at night with the feeling you're being watched.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[blinks]

Small waves. [takes like a 10 second break to appreciate that.] Well, that might be the graveyard soil... I would think the actual ghosts would cause that feeling. But, maybe you haven't seen any, yet; they're rather hard to see when they've grown so weak... They're not much for conversation, either. [pauses, shrugs, a light grin] Well, not anymore.

[touchofcashmere]

[well this has taken a bit of a side stroll through lanes which tell him that Hiram may not be all there. But then he's used to that. Finds it a bit charming in a spooky way. He's not entirely sure about ghosts either but-- well-- why not? They don't seem to be harming anyone if they're here]

They just need to get in the spirit of things. [a faint grin]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Right? They have to play their role in the game, just like everyone else. [sighs] They were a bit more exciting a few weeks back, but I believe you missed that. Unfortunate. They mustered up the energy for some proper poltergeist activity, for once.

[touchofcashmere]

Game? What game is that? Or do you mean metaphorically? [he hums a bit]

Poltergeist activity. Sorry I missed it. [he has no idea what that means]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

It's a bit more literal. [cocks head] What else do you think this place is, if not a game?