high_seas | Dog's revenge and stargazing

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Dog's revenge and stargazing

Who: Crew of the Mistress
Where:sailing due east
When:19th-29th
What: Talk like a pirate shenanigans and comet watching
Warnings: cursing like sailors imminent
Style:any
Status:closed to crew

19th: Talk like a pirate day! *Now with mandatory costumes and maybe missing body parts!*

21th-22th: Weather permitting the Maiden's Hair comet should be visible in the sky! *Likely chance of White Comet Empire invaders low.

26th-29th Mist-ery Event! A few of the crew are a bit shimmery and they might not recognize you and trying to touch them will result in loss of a memory.

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Hester's sitting back on her hands, having come out early with a secret wish to see the comet. She's squinting at the stars with her single eye. She hasn't bothered with a blanket.

"...don't recognize any of these."

She's disappointed. The constellations are one of the only things she has left from her parents.

[The first thing he realized upon waking that morning is half his vision is gone. Harlock locates the cabinet of draws that contains a mirror and pushes away hair that seems determined to fall over the right side of his face face. There was Black eye patch over that eye and he really had no desire to peak underneath.
He sighs.
He was really hoping he'd be the one to buck this family trend and confused because he would remember losing an eye.

A loose shirt sleeve catches on a corner and he remembers it been hot last night hand he'd only wore boxers to bed. Not a lose white shirt with frills and britches. He looks around and try as he might he can't find his normal clothing or his belts for that matter. He grabs black coat with a red collar that's been draped over his desk and startles Mikun.

The door to the cabin slams open and Harlock yells]

Alright who's the Küstenschiffer that's gone and pilfered me Dragoon and Saber?

[Somehow this is Dog's fault.]Beim Klabautermann! It be happening again.

[Lenalee had currently be moving some dirty clothes in order to do some laundry later today when the door was slammed open, starling the poor girl.]

Captain... [She paused for a moment, she actually didn't understand a word he just said and it was obvious by her puzzled look.]

What... are you talking about?

[Jim bursts out onto the deck, sporting a hook for a right hand. now in a better light, he glares down at the hook. yeah. yeah yep, this is definitely a thing]

Arrgh, what the Devil in the Seven Seas is this Shite?

. . . Aw, Hell.

[at least whatever power was responsible left his right wrist blade alone. his arm twitches, activating the blade--]

[which collides with the tip of the hook. useless]

Bloody Hell.

James had come out for the same reason, but for the moment, he's bored as hell. So he saunters over next to Hester and casually leans back against a crate.

"Nor I. Makes naviga'ing a mite harder."

Understatement of the day.

Hester stifles a smile at hearing his (what she perceives as a) London lower-deck accent.

"Guess we'll have to make some new ones. That one kinda looks like..." She points. "A fat man spilling tea on hisself."

"Drunken Tea it is, then," James says, glancing at Hester with an amused smile. He points at another. "What of this One? Looks like a ferocious Lass fightin' a Leopard."

[He pinches the bridge of his noise. He's not quite sure what's worse that he's misplaced his extremely rare and dangerous side arm, or he sounds like incomprehensible.]
My clothing's gone Jones knows where and me weapons to.
[He could swear he hears laughing but it's female.]

Harlock's lying on deck arms crossed behind his head. It's been a while since he stared out at the stars. He'd done it often the first few weeks here keeping an eye for unnatural streaks in the sky just for the small chance this was some stop on the Galaxy Railways he'd just never heard of.

"The moon always throws me off, looks way to much like earth's if you ask me."

Hester looks at him with her head cocked, like a curious hound.

"What's a 'le'pard'?"

Hester raises an eyebrow and glances at her captain.

"What other moon would it be?"

[She paused for a moment, she could somewhat figure it out from there at least, or at least words that she recognized.]

Jones has stolen your weapons and clothes? That most certainly isn't good.

[She had left the kitchen, carrying a tray as she was walking down the hall. Spotting the other and someone she hadn't really spoken to yet she was wondering what was up.]

Is something the matter?

He furrows his brow at her, confused. How can someone not know what a leopard is? They're so often a part of his life that he forgets most sane people don't go skulking about in jungles.

"It's a large Jungle Cat. Ye often find 'em in Trees, stalkin' their Prey, though you'd soon regret it. Sleek and mean Things."

[his words spill out rapid-fire, which is how you can tell that Jim is Pissed Off]

Aye, there is. I be talkin' like to a common Bilge Rat fresh off the Docks, an' I've a new Addition to me Costume, besides.

[he holds up his right arm, the hook where his hand used to be looking very shiny and new]

Though she spent years wandering the Great Hunting Ground, it's cities that stalk there, not large predators, long driven out of Europe by Municipal Darwinism.

She's about to express skepticism when it happens: the night sky lights up as the comet burns a blazing scar across it. Her finger goes unconsciously to the scar on her cheek. "Oh..." She says, under her breath.

"Not that great. Don't see what all the fuss's about." She then says, being very convincing.

"Ah . . . There she is."

He looks to the sky, and his eyes light up as bright as the comet. Jim smiles warmly. The spark in his eyes isn't all from the comet's reflection. It brings back images of hanging on deck with his crew, of sitting 'round the fire with Kenway, Thatch, and Hornigold, before it all went to shit.

At Hester's very, very convincing denial, James glances over at her, now with a more offhand, lopsided smile.

"Funny 'ow much Noise Folks make 'bout somethin' so small."

Because they don't care, right? Right.

[To say that Aya is relieved to not be affected by whatever has taken over some of the crew is an understatement. He can't...quite make sense out of what was happening, however. He's on deck, doing what he can to help the ship run smoothly, when he catches a bit of the conversations going around.]

What's with this crew? [They're starting to give the Spades a run for their money in terms of weirdness. He thought they were other-worlders like himself. They sounded like they were born on the seas!]

Hester's eye catches that look for a second and it confuses her some, seeing as she finds it at odds with her previous evaluation of his character (though that was nearer to a job interview than really getting to know him anyway). The last person she remembers smiling like that is Tom, who seems as different a person from him as he can be.

"People around here get real excited." She says, as bellicose in her cynicism as a Hot Topic t-shirt.

Ah, that's the smile she expected out of him. She returns it (sortof; she can't really smile lopsidedly since one side of her mouth is turned up in a permanent sneer) though that might be difficult to see under the scarf.

[She had to admit, she saw the captain with something new before. It must be a curse or something. It kind of makes sense to her now... even if she doesn't understand a word people say some of the time.]

I wouldn't have known that was new, but I'm sorry about this curse if that is what I believe it to be.

[Lenalee couldn't help in join you in the whole not making sense of it all deal.]

I have no idea, but I just assumed it was a weird curse or something. [She gives a smile as she looks at him.] They don't usually talk like this. I should welcome you never the less. I'm Lenalee, the ships cook. if you would like a certain meal you just let me know.

There's been word that Scurvy Dog is celebrating our arrival here. Guess this is what she had in mind. [It's not so bad...so far.]

I'm Aya. Nice to meet you. I'm not too picky about food. [Just as long as it isn't boiled to the point it has no flavor.] If you need any herbs, I can look for some on an island we land on.

"Are you surprised?"

Aya was coming from behind, having stepped out onto the deck for some fresh air. He looked up as well, so see what she was gazing at. "Nothing about this world is really familiar."

[he waves his claw hand dismissively. it's not her fault this is happening. at least, she doesn't seem the type to use reality-warping Artifacts for evil pranking purposes]

Nay, don't be apologizin', Lass. Ain't you what did it.

'Ow long be these Curses lastin', ye think?

Jim can see the smile in her eyes, so it works. He's good at reading people.

He chuckles, "Ha. I'd reckon most 'ave never stepped Foot on a Ship, much less took Prizes. Give 'em a Few Years at Sea; they'll mellow out."

And then they'll be as cynical and experienced as them, and they'll be admitted into the good corners of the mall.

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Dog's revenge and stargazing

21st | on the deck or wherever they've pulled in to anchor

19th (morning)

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19th - morning

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itt two cynical people vehemently deny that they like looking at the night sky

we don't have feelings we don't like things ALL LIES

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Fresh Meat to the crew! 19th: mid-morning

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dpsoig the Hot Topic joke killed me ahaha