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The Captain ([personal profile] sictransitgloriamundi) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-11-16 09:27 pm

YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT

WHO: the Captain + You
WHAT: contractually obligated price is right game
WHEN: 11/18, like nightish?
WHERE: Bellona Theater
WARNINGS: N/A, currently

[you've heard the announcement, the sound of Friday's cautious optimism as she spoke it. you've waited all day. now, it's time for the game.

the amount of effort that has gone into this production at Bellona can be safely defined as “minimal.” there are three podiums, with three slate boards and three pieces of chalk. there is another podium, currently empty, next to a plain folding table. there is a tablecloth draped over the table, covering a lumpy, inscrutable shape.

the most remarkable thing is the giant wheel set up on the other side of the empty podium. the slices of the giant circle are colorful, but also completely blank. the Captain actually spends 30 minutes prior to the start of the event simply sitting in front of it, back to the audience, and spinning it, listening to the loud clacking noise pick up and then die down again, before spinning it once more.

clackclackclack clack clack. clack. clackclackclackclackclack.

it's gonna be a long night.]
treadwater: (~ ponder)

[personal profile] treadwater 2022-11-17 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Undine stares for a moment, frowning, before beginning to write.

MCMXC ₳d

Silly other contestants and their Arabic numerals...
obeyseventually: (Something's a little off here)

[personal profile] obeyseventually 2022-11-17 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Hmmm... Jack leans on the podium, squints at the table, and taps his foot some as he mulls it over. He picks up the slate and chalk, touches the chalk to the surface, then pulls it away, then rests his fist under his chin, frowns a little, and then touches the chalk to the slate again and finally writes an answer:]

850 USD

[Now granted, that's approximate 1960 USD, adjust accordingly.]
nyktifanis: (pic#16042652)

[personal profile] nyktifanis 2022-11-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
You can do it!!!! Go higher!!!

( cheering, cheering! )
obeyseventually: (Something's a little off here)

[personal profile] obeyseventually 2022-11-17 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack glances at the audience, about where Pollux's voice is coming from, and he's got that nervous half-smile people get when they're front and center with attention called to themselves. Can he change his answer now, or is it too late?

Well, uh. He glances at the captain and then very quickly smudges out part of line, changing his answer to:]


950 USD

[With a glance back out towards Pollux to see if he's doing this right.]
nyktifanis: (pic#16042696)

[personal profile] nyktifanis 2022-11-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hehe, you're a natural at this! I'd buy anything you sold me!

( she doesn't know how to do this either so he's looking at the wrong one for help as she tried to sell jason numerous times... but does that matter when she looks happy and pleased to see him playing? besides, he's doing this so coolly that she begins to clap to offer praise.

then she speaks softly to herself. )


He has a lot of usds... ( what is that? alcohol? ) Wonder what those are...
theotherright: (we've all got wood and nails)

[personal profile] theotherright 2022-11-17 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur come on down's with angry reluctance, partly to get this fucking bullshit over with, mostly because he doesn't want his legs to do it without him, and a little so that the Captain won't start spouting off secrets about him as well.

Aaaaaaaaand that description gives him nothing. ]


What kind of fucking table? What currency?

[ Yes he could just scrawl down a random number and lose on purpose but then he wouldn't win... ]
iwearnomask: (ARTHUR. WHAT THE FUCK)

[personal profile] iwearnomask 2022-11-17 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[shouted from the audience, unable to help himself:]

IT IS A LONG TABLE THAT LOOKS AS THOUGH IT WAS MADE BY A RECLAIMED PLANK OF WOOD, NOW POLISHED. TWO GEARS INTERSECT IT, DIVIDING THE TABLE INTO THIRDS; THE GEARS APPEAR TO BE PAINTED A METALLIC BRONZE COLOUR AND THEY ARE HELD IN PLACE BY AN AXLE WITH IRON BENT INTO A TRIANGULAR SHAPE ON THE INSIDE EDGE OF BOTH GEARS. IT LOOKS HEAVY.

[you're welcome]
Edited 2022-11-17 15:04 (UTC)
theotherright: (let's go over the facts)

[personal profile] theotherright 2022-11-17 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh wow for a guy who might not have tangible lungs, John has a pair of lungs on him.

...Fuck it, Arthur yells back. Now he sounds less mad and more like he wants to get to the bottom of this. ]


SO A- A SORT OF CARPENTRY ACCIDENT? SOMETHING CRASHED INTO A TABLE?
iwearnomask: (Who can compare with me in my white mask)

[personal profile] iwearnomask 2022-11-17 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
IT LOOKS INTENTIONAL. AS IF THEY CUT OFF THE UPPER TIP OF THE GEAR AND STUCK IT TO THE TOP OF THE TABLE TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THE GEAR HAD SIMPLY SLID THROUGH IT. THE EDGES OF THE TABLE ITSELF ARE STRAIGHT AND CLEANLY CUT, DESPITE THE ROUGH CRACK DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOOD. EVEN THAT HAS ITS CORNERS SANDED. IT'S AS IF THE DESIGNER WANTED TO CREATE A TABLE OUT OF, I DON'T KNOW, BARN SCRAP.
theotherright: (don't try to high road me)

[personal profile] theotherright 2022-11-17 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...

...

... ]


WHY?
iwearnomask: (ARTHUR. WHAT THE FUCK)

[personal profile] iwearnomask 2022-11-17 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, ARTHUR! MAYBE THEY WANTED SOMETHING "RUSTIC"?!
ss_buttcrack: (you kidding me)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2022-11-18 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Crichton can't stand this anymore. Listen to this asshole, yelling out stuff like he thinks he's actually helping. Well, two can be not helpful while shouting!!

He cups his hands to his mouth and bellows, "Arthur, it looks like what some rich asshole would put in the lobby of their fancy hotel as a statement piece. Bid high!"
iwearnomask: (ARTHUR. WHAT THE FUCK)

[personal profile] iwearnomask 2022-11-18 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
What the f- oh, FUCK this guy-

John finds Crichton easily, given they were both close enough to talk to Erin, and in a voice just a little quieter than what he was shouting to Arthur: "What the fuck kind of hotel would have that in it?"

Said as if he's been in more than one hotel, and as if the one hotel he ever was in wasn't abandoned and falling apart. But Crichton doesn't need to know that and John's point stands!!
ss_buttcrack: skeptical look (are u mad)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2022-11-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? Oh, John wants to beef? Yeah? He wants to get into it? Bring it on.

"The kind of hotel that charges five hundred dollars a night for you to get an obscured view of the Gulf Shores and still makes you pay extra for the cabana, that's what!" He shoots back. "The rich assholes kind. Pay attention."
iwearnomask: (Who can compare with me in my white mask)

[personal profile] iwearnomask 2022-11-18 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Lacking any better retort faced with that lack of hotel experience or confessions, John just spits "Fuck you!" and sits back in his chair, exiting the conversation NOT sulking.

He doesn't argue further because with the care taken in smoothing and painting the parts of this alleged table, he agrees it isn't cheap either. No matter how much of an asshole Crichton is, John's invested in Arthur winning now, or at least making a good effort. Second, maybe, because that table (for all the effort put into making it) sucks. The point is, John was helping Arthur first so John gets credit either way for helping whatever result comes of this. Fuck you, Crichton.
ss_buttcrack: (eye roll)

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2022-11-19 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, what an original comeback," Crichton answers with the kind of smugness that makes it very apparent he thinks he's won this argument.

Before sitting back down himself, he adds one last, "You got this, Arthur!" Just because he can't stand not having the last word on things.
theotherright: (anything seemingly out of place)

[personal profile] theotherright 2022-11-18 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry John, Crichton is from the future, and seemingly a future that also includes weird intentionally-shitty tables, so Arthur is going with his suggestion on this one.

He's already found the chalk and slate (they're easily recognised; he remembers using them in school) and with some care and spacial awareness he writes his answer. Arthur thinks of a ridiculous rich-guy who-would-pay-this-for-a-table number, and then triples it to account for... who knows how much inflation, and comes out with: ]


$900 USD

[ Is that over? That feels like it's going to be over. ]
obeyseventually: (Are you serious?)

[personal profile] obeyseventually 2022-11-18 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack shoots a look into the crowd at that, trying to squint at the guy doing the shouting because what the fuck do you think he just has random cogs in his barn? Do you think he'd make a table with holes this big in it? Or a table that needs a second set of legs because the first are too circular to actually hold the fucking thing up??]
goodweather: (kinda both)

[personal profile] goodweather 2022-11-18 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ This nearly covers up the sounds of gunshots from the other side of the auditorium. Impressive, coming from an owl. ]
configuration_birdwatcher: Bastion holding their arm up nervously and looking around. (anxiety)

[personal profile] configuration_birdwatcher 2022-11-18 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur and Crichton adding human shouting to the tiny, phantom gunshots is unhelpful. The echoes in John's voice, however, make him sound more like an omnic than a human, and covering the noise with that actually does soothe their systems a little bit. ]
theotherright: (as you claw the thin ice)

[personal profile] theotherright 2022-11-18 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur actually chokes. That's SO MUCH MONEY. That's SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY. ]