15th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Valentines]

Sylvanas;
Stay true to yourself.
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
I'll guide you through the storm.

William Bush;
You keep me ship-shape,
Even if I loathe you for it at times.
Steer fast and true



[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'...

Comments

[tentacruelest]

[The cat is significantly more docile and accepting of pets and attention, and continues to sit in the middle of the table, obstructing views to her hearts' pleasure.

Jones in turn drinks deep, afforded the opportunity to do so by this flood]

Changed. Changed, and not by this flood. We haven't met.

[exnihilo]

Mira Hidalgo.

[She holds up her glass to clank in lieu of shaking hands. The perfect excuse to pick up a full one immediately after draining the last.]

Is it a change you like?

[tentacruelest]

[He clinks his glass against hers, giving a smirk]

Davy Jones.

Oddly enough, aye. And I tend not to trust change, as a rule.

[exnihilo]

Oh, the guy with the...?

[She waggles her fingers under her chin, but it's indicative, rather than caricature. There's no mockery in her tone, nothing at all in fact except faintly surprised recognition.]

Well. You were more interesting that way. But I get not wanting to be interesting all the time.

[tentacruelest]

[His scowl deepens a little. Yes. Obviously. Even though there's no mockery, he's always been a prickly sort]

'Int'resting.' No, I don't like being it.

[exnihilo]

Doesn't it feel weird to lose them? Like you're suddenly missing half your hands?

[She's not tactful, but at least she's vague sympathetic.]

[tentacruelest]

[He glowers at her, his temper spiking despite his efforts to rein it in]

No. I do jus' fine without them.

[exnihilo]

I used to know a guy who started life as a spaceship's navigational computer, before he bootstrapped. I always wondered, a little, why he stuck with a humanoid form for so long.

[Wouldn't it be nice if you could just slide into the sky, and away.]

[tentacruelest]

[He scowls at the particular term used, none too pleased]

Yeh get less stares. Easier to fit in.