Birthday on the high seas

[tactilelearner]

Who: Spades and friends
Where: The Sun and other associated Spade ships
When: September 27th
What: Rogue is turning 18. Keimi organized a birthday party to her.
Warnings: Alcohol use, language, will be updated as necessary
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew and invitees and friends

Birthday party -- Spade and Strawhat style. There will be headings for specific areas! Comment under the headings, make your own, do whatever. Tag around, threadjack, etc to your heart's content.

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[tactilelearner]

[The quiet of his voice and the way he leaned in set off a dual reaction in Rogue.

Part of her wanted to give in to the lull, let the peace relax her. Lean in just a bit, too.

The other part remembered that sense of peace when they first came face-to-face. And the danger that had followed.

So, she jolted back. Almost a little violently. Then shrugged her shoulders to try and slouch back into her ease.

Like she wasn't afraid of him.

Afraid of the power he'd already exerted over her.

Afraid that he could do more.]

Ain' my fault.

[freeadvice]

[Remy sees the tick and realizes, as she forces herself to relax, that she's uncomfortable.

He's not stupid. Knows what he was doing - or what it looks like at least.

Remy backs off, doesn't look away from her - which would probably be the smartest thing to do since his little hypnosis trick was eye contact based, but...he wanted to make sure she heard him.]

....M'not doin' anything.

[And, as if it would help:]

Honest.

[tactilelearner]

But y' could.

[She says it quietly.

He might not look away, but she does. Looks out at the ocean. Rather than keep meeting his eyes. She doesn't know if he needs that contact to do his trick, but... Better safe than sorry.

She remembers the feeling. Like nothing was wrong, like everything was exactly as it should be.

Something very dangerous for someone like her.]

[freeadvice]

[Remy sighs, a little prickly at the insinuation but he keeps his voice mellow.]

Oui. I could.

[It's true, he could easily make her feel a lot less irritable if he tried.

He shrugs casually, wraps his hand around the rigging next to him a little tighter with emphasis.]

Could also blow dis tub t'kingdom come.

[But he won't.]

Or you could take off yo'gloves.

[So they're both essentially walking weapons? So what?]

[tactilelearner]

[They're both essentially walking weapons.

And they both know it. Have been brought up to be.]

Gonna be keepin' an eye on you. Jus' so y'know. Don' trust you 'round here.

[Which is, in its own way, a kind of apology.

A step back. To where they were before. That light conversation.

She's been used too many times, had her mind turned against itself. Knowing he had the power to do it? And not just by lying to her? Was sort of scary.]

[freeadvice]

[Well she was right about it working to lighten the mood. Either that or he's a lot closer to drunk than he thought he was and the forgotten bottle in his hand gets a few good chugs taken from it before he speaks.]

If I had a nickle for every person dat trusted me, I'd be broke.

[Because seriously, who would be stupid enough to trust a liar and a thief? Who was currently lying about being a thief to someone.

And then...either for comedy's sake or because he really just realized it, Remy groans and tosses his head back.]



Oh Jesu, I'm so broke here.