We be devotin' full time to floatin'

[om_nom_namur]

Who: Spades!
Where: Aquatica Paradise
When: Nov 5- ???
What: Waterpark Paradise!
Warnings: Language, violence, UST- all the usuals
Style: Any
Status: OPEN!!!

With the nightmares finally subsided, the Spades weigh anchor at the next island. Thankfully, the entire thing is full of water parks! Your generous Commanders will find a way to work out a deal with one of the medium sized parks on the waterfront for an extended stay pass- discounted, of course, since they'll be buying in bulk, but if you want to go to the other ones you'll do it on your own coin- or have to sneak in. Make sure to read the island description, there's a TON of things to do here! Catchalls, dated threads, etc, whatever. Just jump in, have fun, and to hell with fiddly particulars. I have no idea how long we'll be here.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur pauses in the doorway, trying to figure out how the bar is laid out from the places where people are sitting. He chuffs out some air, not really making heads or tails of it and pushing some of the fear stink away from his mouth, then strolls in confidently, a blindfold over his eyes.

He winds up kicking a chair and nearly smashing an abandoned table before managing to join Thatch at the bar. Doing good, all things considered. He didn't break anything this time.]

Won't say no, so long as whatever it is comes in a bottle. Weathered the last storm a'ight, eh Slughead?

[thatched]

[well. That's new. Thatch is tempted to order a bottle of milk only he is sure the bastard would smell it, thus ruining the joke. Ah well. He orders Namur some rum and puts it close by his hand since the bartender doesn't seem to want to get near]

Weathered the storm well enough. [and that's all he'll say about that] Get yourself hurt?

[om_nom_namur]

[Damn right he'd smell it. But before that he would have heard Thatch making the order anyway.]

Hm? Nah. The holes wasn't real. Was jus' seein' shit. Didn't catch y' much though. Somethin' keep y' cowerin' in a corner?

[Namur nudges Thatch with his elbow and a good natured chuckle, then dumps a nice amount of the liquor behind his teeth.]

[thatched]

[he would have written it down, of course. But never mind.]

Aye. [but he doesn't want to talk about it. He chugs his drink and orders another] I'd've liked to see you dancing around the holes. [but the joke falls flat. Damn. Well distraction time anyway]

What's with the blindfold?

[om_nom_namur]

Jus' gettin' my groove back. Y' know. From Stela. Damn woman managed t' work me over in the end.

[He sounds pissed as hell about it, but his manner is still relaxed. The Tamer is gone, after all. There's no revenge to be had.]

So what was yer nightmares 'bout?

[thatched]

[he punches Namur hard in the arm with utmost affection. He doesn't want to relive that either.]

That was a mistake. At least we got the bastards in the end, aye? [he sips his drink] I want to see the rest of them scramble. [all the other slavers. All the corruption in this world. Also did you ask a question? he must not have noticed it.]

But first, relaxing and regrouping.

[om_nom_namur]

Mm...

[Namur's tone is determined, but maybe a little bit tired.]

Might get one, but more's jus' gonna take their place. Won't be opposed t' doin' more huntin' somewhere down the line. 'Nuff a them shits meets a grisly end, might at least make people think twice 'bout doin' it.

[Speaking of which...]

Ikki knows, now.

[He fidgets with his bottle, sliding it back and forth between his hands.]

[thatched]

[he nods. He's pretty tired too and doesn't really want to think about it but anything to knock the shark Fishman off course. He winces a little and orders another round as he nurses his much stronger whiskey]

I thought I heard something about it. How'd it go?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shrugs.]

Ain't had a chance t' ask him 'bout it yet. Was a tiny li'l shit at the time, maybe he don't remember. Dunno.

[He starts leaning the bottle back and forth so it taps at irregular intervals, then dumps a bit more of the liquid behind his teeth.]

Dunno how t' bring it up.

[thatched]

I can talk with him if you like. [sips his own] Or we can do it together.

[om_nom_namur]

Naw man. 'S cool. Find a way on my own. Always have.

[With some results better than others, but hey.]

[thatched]

Try to find a way that doesn't make him want to fillet you, aye?

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheh! Might not be a way t' do that. But what the hell ever. He'll understand or he won't.

[Namur dumps another shot of liquid behind his teeth and sets the bottle back onto the bar with a loud thunk. Like punctuation. End of that story. It'll work out or it won't and jawing about what might be ain't gonna change what will be. Namur takes a steadying breath regardless.]

So does relaxin' an' regroupin' mean jus' drinkin' yerself shitless or y' actually gone 'round seein' the island a bit?

[He might be ribbing Thatch just a little, the hint of a grin on his face.]

[thatched]

[ah they'll work it out. If they need him they'll call him, he supposes. Or he'll have to break them up. Either/or. He scowls a little though he knows Namur is only looking after him.]

I've been around, niblet. Kind of hard to go down the waterslides as I am.

[not that he was adverse to it but he wasn't going to leap to the chance either]

[om_nom_namur]

'S what a tube's for, Snailtop. Bet y' could still have fun if y' wanted.

[thatched]

Beh. I'm having fun right here. [he's too old for fun. And he doesn't have half a dozen division members to goof off with]

[om_nom_namur]

C'mooooon. Can ride on my back, I'll go headfirst an' we'll make the security people flip their shit. It'll be hilarious!

[thatched]

[his mouth twitches at the thought of making people flip their shit] Promise it will be as amazing as you say?