high_seas | Manly Drinking Times

Who: Marco, Thatch, Logan, Namur, Roxas, Vyse, Chandra, Natsuno, and anyone else who wants in on this drinking game
Where: The Sun! And the Moon! And all the ships in between
When: Sunday May 4th, pursuant to this hilarity
What: MANLY DRINKING TIMES
Warnings: Ehhhhh ARRRRR For Rum. And drinking. And war. And fuck who knows what else, remind me to update if needed.
Status: OPEN!!!

Marco quickly set up a couple of kegs at the ready for the drinking party. Because it was just plain necessary, and a lot like old times. The last two weeks were still weighing on Marco's mind. War, Peace, phoenixes. Was it a good idea to really enjoy war so much? Was it a bad one? Maybe it was inevitable, so he might as well enjoy it. Like life, right? Or should he not encourage it just because it was amusing?

It was too much of a headache, that's why he was just going to drink.

He also set up some non-alcoholic drinks for Leanne and everyone else. Green tea, fruit juices, but they were all clearly marked.

Marco gave a quick piercing whistle. "OI SPADES! Roll call and drinking games!"

And maybe drunk board games, he would blame that on Ace though.

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"Fishmen, giants, mermaids, fairies, monsters, talking animals like Bepo, or you know how Namur's favorite clothes all have the star with the scar? Well that's from the Crimin brand from Fishman Island. It's run by a talking starfish. And then there's zoans like me, and I think only half of us are human. I'm not sure though because Kaidou purposely tries to turn his crew into monsters so they lose a lot of their humanity either way. And hell if I know what the deal is with Big Mam and her crew," Marco shrugged.

And a headshake. "Sorry, me neither, yoi." He held up a hand and switched it to the fiery blue feathers. "Hard to handle those kinds of things with feathers. Want to try another one or skip?"

Yes Marco, you make even her world look normal. Not that she thought it was ever abnormal in the first place, but talking animals and starfish that weren't spirits? That caught her off guard. "And you all just live together with no problems?" She thought of the whole Spirit World fiasco back home when she said that.

"Right. I should have remembered." She paused to think. "How about, I've never dyed my hair?"

"No problem?" a giant sweatdrop, and Marco blinks, takes a shot and shakes his head hoarsely. "Not exactly. Ask Namur sometime about how well fishmen are received on the surface. People enslave them, or worse. Hell, people like me and my family are seen as monsters and hated for it."

He vaguely drew a finger over the lines of his tattoo. "The reason we all love our Pops so much, Ace's father, mine, Namur's, Thatch's, is because he gave us a home. He adopted all of us as his own kids. He said so long as we were all sons of the sea, we were sons of his."

He looked up at the sky. "I've never wanted a life outside of that." And he took a drink, because things changed. Now... it wasn't that he wanted a new life, but he was happy with Ace. Happier than he could have ever expected. Much like when he first started sailing with his Pops. "He'd be proud of Ace." Hell, Marco is proud of Ace, and it actually shows in his wistful expression a little.

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Asami didn't know his world well enough to make any kind well thought out statement about the situation, but the least she could do was offer some kind of consolation, as moot as it seemed at this point. All she knew was that it sounded terrible.

She frowned and laid her mug on the table, allowing herself to rest her arms on the surface and leaned forward a little. Marco's last part did add comfort to her and it did help bring to light as to why he felt so attached to the crew and why he respected Ace so much. Not that she didn't, even if she thought he was kind of crazy at times.

There was a long silent pause of her part before she spoke up again. "But I can see why you like the crew so much now and why you'd do anything for them. Why all of you would. It might not be the same thing, but we ran into similar stuff back home."

"I thought so. From the way Korra reacted. Mind if I ask what happened?" he tilted his head curiously.

"I don't mind." Asami paused to contemplate to herself, trying to figure out the best way to summarize the the whole thing, since it was sort of a long story. Then decided to state it as simple as possible. "We had a lot of unnecessary discrimination between benders and non-benders in our world and it eventually led to a war and revolution."

She was about the finish, then something else popped into her head. "The spirits and humans live separately too, I think it's because of similar reasons."

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