Captain Davy Jones (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tentacruelest) wrote2013-08-09 07:45 am
tentacruelest) wrote2013-08-09 07:45 am
3rd Wave
[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.
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
What are you?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
There is an absolutely serious, rather smaller version of someone who would do much the same thing as he does now, only with more jackassery, frowning at the camera.]
You don't want to do that.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
threadjack!
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
no subject
[Observes a very small, curly-haired Edward Nygma.]
I mean, there's a lot you... don't have... and a lot you do have to compensate for what you don't have, maybe? But it looks like there used to be a nose. Would there be a nasal bone if you peeled off the tentacle stuff? Wait, is that a really elaborate mask? Because it doesn't look like one. I bet if it isn't, you smell really bad. Do you smell bad? Can I touch your face?
(no subject)
(no subject)
Private threadjack
Private threadjack
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
Post and run
[Riddick's goggles are missing, replaced by Victorian smoked glasses, and his voice has gone... Different. Even his body language, which is fussy and prim instead of feline and sprawling. He purses his lips at Jones.]
We can't help the floods, you know.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
Try it. I dare you.
I was wondering why everything smelled like fish.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
Private threadjack AGAIN, I'm sorry /o\
Private jack of threads
Private
Private | YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT
Private | NOTHING WAS SEEN
Private
Private
Private
Private
Private
...
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
Ugly and smelly. You must be a real hit with the ladies around here, aren't you?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
She frowns and her warning is firm but not overly hostile.]
Don't be picking on the little kids, mister.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
[y a w n]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
[spam]
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.]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]
[calamari and spam]
[calamari and spam]
[calamari and spam]
[calamari and spam]
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
video
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...