3rd Wave

[tentacruelest]

[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.

Comments

[tentacruelest]

And you're a girl who wants a bad whipping.

[tentacruelest]

Do you have a mind to attack me, witch?

[tentacruelest]

Who, indeed.

[tentacruelest]

All men die. It matters not where they come from or what they do. All their sins are the same.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

...You're fucking me around.

[princelingofpuzzles]

Maybe this ship is American made. Maybe the Admiral guy is American.

[fuckvelvet]

Of course. You're loud and annoying.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You'd be without all those tentacles before you even lifted a hand.

[bitofabastard]

Wow, gross. Not only is that way too kinky for me, but you do realize I'm a child, right?

Private

[princelingofpuzzles]

Okay.

Uhm, you sound knowledgeable, so I want to ask. [He pauses, tapping his fingers together.] Do I live here now?

[megamind]

Not allowed by me and my DE-gun.

Don't like the kids? Stay in your room and play your hideous organ a few hours a day.

[ Big talk from a guy with permanent marker on his head, but he's not yet gotten to his cabin to get his stuff back anyway. ]

[spam]

[clockworkflower]

[Lilith is more entertained than intimidated by the angry, posturing squidman. He's like a villain from a drama, and those can always be defeated by a plucky little heroine. Especially one who's found a catapult in one of the dresser drawers in the lush pink room.

She's a bit low on ammunition, just a pocketful of jewel-toned marbles she found in a box on the bus, and she kind of hates to risk losing or chipping one, but the squidman really deserves it. Especially after she's seen him being rude to so many of her new friends.

She finds him in the mess hall, and lets fly at the back of his head from what she hopes is a safe distance.

Then she runs away, giggling.]

[with_my_teacup]

It would. One doesn't like to rely on the inmates to keep one another in check.

Although one does like to give them the chance; I preferred to do so myself and they have the greater stake in this place being run in some sort of tolerable order.

[tentacruelest]

Look at my face and tell me the truth of it.

[tentacruelest]

There is no such thing as American. And these waters are international territory; they would follow the maritime law.

[tentacruelest]

Do so and I'll clock you 'round the side of your pale head.

[tentacruelest]

And you'd be without your pretty face.

[tentacruelest]

[Flabberghasted, Davy seems at a loss for words. He has NO idea what this child is implying, and finally ventures,]

What?

[tentacruelest]

Am I expected to fear a gun that held no power over me before?



Or be intimidated by a man who's clearly got no dignity of his own to be had? Look at the state of yeh.

[tentacruelest]

Your story deeply touches my heart, Riddick. Such a shame it isn't here with me to hold its sway.

[spam]

[tentacruelest]

[And Davy had just slammed himself down to enjoy a nice meal, too. As he's picking up fork and knife, something pings against the back of his head; a sharp, annoying pain. Twisting around in fury, he narrows his eyes, looking around for the culprit]

Who dares. Come out and face me, ye cowards!

Private

[chlorophylliac]

[Hm.]

Would you want to?

[princelingofpuzzles]

We're actually in space.

Private

[princelingofpuzzles]

Definitely. This place is great.

[tentacruelest]

Aye, lad. You figure all that out by yourself?