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So it would appear that your Capt. William Bush is not the lazy, rotten imbecile he'd have yeh believe. When push comes to shove, he gets his job done. I'm done with the damned Barge for good. Hang the lot of yeh, I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, you all deserve each other.
An' the next one of yeh who wants to mention tentacles to my face, I warn yeh that aye; I have regained the strength enough to kill a man in one blow.
I'll see this ship out to the end of the month and be on my way at earliest convenience.
[Private to Sylvanas]
My lady, I didnae expect this to be so soon. I won't trouble you for forgiveness. Ask anything of me and it will be done.
[Private to Dean]
Winchester. I expect you're purring like a cat right now.
An' the next one of yeh who wants to mention tentacles to my face, I warn yeh that aye; I have regained the strength enough to kill a man in one blow.
I'll see this ship out to the end of the month and be on my way at earliest convenience.
[Private to Sylvanas]
My lady, I didnae expect this to be so soon. I won't trouble you for forgiveness. Ask anything of me and it will be done.
[Private to Dean]
Winchester. I expect you're purring like a cat right now.
( Valentines )
[Spam]
[at dinnertime, a new face appears in the pub. He's old and he's an inmate, fiddling with an odd pocketwatch with one hand and hugging a Maine Coon cat in the other. Still, he navigates the Barge like he's been here for months. If anyone were to look closely they might determine that it's Tentacle Beard himself, disguised as a human.
He drops down in a booth, setting the cat on the table, and begins to order drinks.
Lots and lots of drinks.
Midway through, he starts singing;]
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor, ear-lye in the mor-nin'...
[Spam]
[at dinnertime, a new face appears in the pub. He's old and he's an inmate, fiddling with an odd pocketwatch with one hand and hugging a Maine Coon cat in the other. Still, he navigates the Barge like he's been here for months. If anyone were to look closely they might determine that it's Tentacle Beard himself, disguised as a human.
He drops down in a booth, setting the cat on the table, and begins to order drinks.
Lots and lots of drinks.
Midway through, he starts singing;]
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..
What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor, ear-lye in the mor-nin'...
[Spam]
[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]
[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]
D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?
[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]
[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]
D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?
[Spam for Above]
[It's been....decades since he was in London. Centuries, it feels like.
Jones stands on paved streets in hidden disguise, for all intents and purposes looking completely human. The Barge magic does its work well: no one gives him a second glance.
He's on firm, solid land again. Hates it: keeps looking over his shoulder to check to make sure the sea is still there. And London itself has changed. Hundreds of years have passed here in the blink of an eye. The streets have changed, old haunts torn down to make way for the new. Even old staples he believed would last forever were now changed - the royal family no longer resided at St. James's, but in a new castle. Somewhere called Buckingham Palace. Ridiculous.
To the casual observer, his height and expression seem to be enough to dissuade strangers from striking up conversation.
But to the Barge residents, it's clear that Jones is uneasy and mildly distressed. He doesn't belong here, in every sense of the idea]
[It's been....decades since he was in London. Centuries, it feels like.
Jones stands on paved streets in hidden disguise, for all intents and purposes looking completely human. The Barge magic does its work well: no one gives him a second glance.
He's on firm, solid land again. Hates it: keeps looking over his shoulder to check to make sure the sea is still there. And London itself has changed. Hundreds of years have passed here in the blink of an eye. The streets have changed, old haunts torn down to make way for the new. Even old staples he believed would last forever were now changed - the royal family no longer resided at St. James's, but in a new castle. Somewhere called Buckingham Palace. Ridiculous.
To the casual observer, his height and expression seem to be enough to dissuade strangers from striking up conversation.
But to the Barge residents, it's clear that Jones is uneasy and mildly distressed. He doesn't belong here, in every sense of the idea]
[Davy is, at last, waking up in the infirmary after his tiff with Stephanie and Kevin. He's restrained to a bed, but his tentacled beard holds his communicator close as he narrows his eyes at the screen, hissing angrily]
Someone best be coming to let me up. Cast me in Zero if yeh like, but let me up to stretch these limbs-!
I didnae kill the whelp, nor his dog. Let me up.
[Private to the Admiral]
[Nothing. Davy doesn't give gifts. He doesn't like any of you]
Someone best be coming to let me up. Cast me in Zero if yeh like, but let me up to stretch these limbs-!
I didnae kill the whelp, nor his dog. Let me up.
[Private to the Admiral]
[Nothing. Davy doesn't give gifts. He doesn't like any of you]
The cacophony of noise here is growing worse. Stow your bleating, lambs, or I'll cast yeh overboard to fill your jabbering mouths with seawater.
[Never mind that they're not even sailing over water at the moment. Jones can understand English, but is speaking in Scots Gaelic]
[Private to Sylvanas]
If yeh would oblige me a moment, m'lady..? I've something you might like to see.
[Private to Bush]
Yeh've been quiet, Warden. Plotting something?
[Never mind that they're not even sailing over water at the moment. Jones can understand English, but is speaking in Scots Gaelic]
[Private to Sylvanas]
If yeh would oblige me a moment, m'lady..? I've something you might like to see.
[Private to Bush]
Yeh've been quiet, Warden. Plotting something?
[Spam, taking place before he's abruptly rescued by his warden]
[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.
And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.
And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]
[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.
And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.
And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]
Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.
[Private to Bush]
Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?
[Private to Arthas]
A word, my king.
[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]
[Private to Bush]
Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?
[Private to Arthas]
A word, my king.
[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]
7th Wave [Video]
Oct. 14th, 2013 02:35 pmIt seems my warden's taken a leave of absence.
[Jones bends down, examining a comatose Captain Bush. He grunts, before reaching down and slinging the unconscious man over one shoulder, standing back up again]
For those wanting him, yeh'll have to seek my permission.
[And off he goes; not to the infirmary, but to his own room. Can't trust those doctors to fix him; can't trust anyone]
[Jones bends down, examining a comatose Captain Bush. He grunts, before reaching down and slinging the unconscious man over one shoulder, standing back up again]
For those wanting him, yeh'll have to seek my permission.
[And off he goes; not to the infirmary, but to his own room. Can't trust those doctors to fix him; can't trust anyone]
I've come t'decide that in my several months aboard this barge, I've outgrown this cabin of mine - it's not nearly large enough for my pref'rence.
And seeing as how I have no neighbors and no one to oft care, I've decided to seize hold of the cabins to the left and right of mine. Consider it payment for my continued cooperation.
And seeing as how I have no neighbors and no one to oft care, I've decided to seize hold of the cabins to the left and right of mine. Consider it payment for my continued cooperation.
5th Wave - Not long after Bush's post
Aug. 30th, 2013 08:01 am[Inmate Filter]
Which of you's stolen it? Which black-hearted thieving wretch stole what was mine? I've heard word from my dearest and most competent warden that his cabin was broken into and my property stolen twice now, and I know by now it's not behavior befitting a warden.
I suppose by now yeh don't have to hear the threats of what's to come for you if you do not return my chest to my cabin. You've three days before I start picking off the lot of yeh.
[Private to Sylvanas]
Is it safe?
Which of you's stolen it? Which black-hearted thieving wretch stole what was mine? I've heard word from my dearest and most competent warden that his cabin was broken into and my property stolen twice now, and I know by now it's not behavior befitting a warden.
I suppose by now yeh don't have to hear the threats of what's to come for you if you do not return my chest to my cabin. You've three days before I start picking off the lot of yeh.
[Private to Sylvanas]
Is it safe?
[With a sudden, ear-shattering roar, Jones in his cabin seems to have tossed his organ bench up against a wall, causing it to crack and splinter. Sounds like someone's discovered his strength was culled further into more the idea of a normal man, thanks all be to his warden]
Warden.
You may think you're clever in draining what little dignity remained left in me, but I tell yeh now, I can kill you without the use of this hand. Haven't yeh the stomach to come here and answer for this latest brand of muzzling? Or should I come to fetch you myself?
Warden.
You may think you're clever in draining what little dignity remained left in me, but I tell yeh now, I can kill you without the use of this hand. Haven't yeh the stomach to come here and answer for this latest brand of muzzling? Or should I come to fetch you myself?
[Jones is a deep, deep sleeper but he wakes with the sunrise. Each day is a new, hellish experience on the Barge but he scowls and stomps his way through them regardless.
Imagine his surprise when this morning he opens his door - releasing a small flood of his usual seawater, which, thanks to Maintenance, is contained by a make-shift dam - and spots children running about.
Not the handful of children he knows to be part of the Barge. New ones. And smaller people are easier to bully than full-grown ones.
Resolving to go about his day unbothered by the mechanics of the Admiral, Davy instead storms his way to the mess hall, literally using his claw to forcefully swat aside anyone smaller than four feet]
I'll thank whoever remains their true, full size to keep the vast majority of whelps under control. I've a mind to toss them over the side one by one; no ship is in need of this many cabin boys. No navy is.
Mind your brats. Or I will.
Imagine his surprise when this morning he opens his door - releasing a small flood of his usual seawater, which, thanks to Maintenance, is contained by a make-shift dam - and spots children running about.
Not the handful of children he knows to be part of the Barge. New ones. And smaller people are easier to bully than full-grown ones.
Resolving to go about his day unbothered by the mechanics of the Admiral, Davy instead storms his way to the mess hall, literally using his claw to forcefully swat aside anyone smaller than four feet]
I'll thank whoever remains their true, full size to keep the vast majority of whelps under control. I've a mind to toss them over the side one by one; no ship is in need of this many cabin boys. No navy is.
Mind your brats. Or I will.
[It's a week now since Davy Jones joined up with the Barge and was immediately thrust into Zero, and now he's out and about. Not so much about as out, as he seems relegated to his sixth floor cabin in a perpetual moody sulk.
But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.
At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.
He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]
But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.
At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.
He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]
[Down in the depths of Zero sits a sulking, furious squid creature, wrapping his tentacle-like hand around his communicator. Davy Jones has been looking it over for the past day, and is thus far unimpressed. A way to talk to the rest of the crew? What was the point? They had nothing worthwhile to discuss]
Pardon the intrusion of an old pirate captain, but I believe I've requested to see his grace the Admiral, if he so deigns to get his fat arse off the bridge and address my concerns.
Bah - you think a day's stay in the brig will ease th' way of our voyage together? You think your pathetic lot of untested boys, women and slaves is enough to keep Davy Jones at bay for long? You're more of a fool than I'd taken you for.
And the next bilge rat what comes down here prattling on about inmates and other worlds is the next I mark for death.
Riddick - I name ye. Dean Winchester - I name ye too.
Pardon the intrusion of an old pirate captain, but I believe I've requested to see his grace the Admiral, if he so deigns to get his fat arse off the bridge and address my concerns.
Bah - you think a day's stay in the brig will ease th' way of our voyage together? You think your pathetic lot of untested boys, women and slaves is enough to keep Davy Jones at bay for long? You're more of a fool than I'd taken you for.
And the next bilge rat what comes down here prattling on about inmates and other worlds is the next I mark for death.
Riddick - I name ye. Dean Winchester - I name ye too.
