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eachdraidh2014-06-15 09:52 am
all7seas) wrote in eachdraidh2014-06-15 09:52 am
Entry tags:
Introspection | Action | Vocal Locket Outburst -- Open to All
((The first part of this post is Jack's personal record of his stay at the Unseelie Court. The second bit is action, and anyone near Loch Noa, north of the Station, can encounter Jack. Responses to his locket exclamation in the very last section of this post are also welcome.))
The Private Captain's Log of Jack Sparrow, late of the Black Pearl, now of some blighted Castle in Fairy-Land. If found, cast it into the sea. Any sea. Bugger.
June the 1st: Arrived. Rum. Feast. Met a devastating woman who lost her throne. Might be interesting -- looks to be wealthy-ish. Scary, though. Met a fellow with a rich inner life and a hatred of slavery. Met a variety of people from a land called "Panem." Electric fences. Best not to go there.
The Unseelie castle reminds a man of Shipwreck City, just without Grandmama at its black heart. Here is to hoping she didn't cross over as well, though the place would suit her.
Lots of rum.
*****
((While there are entries for June 2nd through about the 6th, they sort of trail off sideways down the pages. There are frequent mentions of "rum" and "bottle." In fact, the entry for June 4th pretty much repeats rumbottle rumbottle rumbottle ho, rumbottle rumbottle doh dee doh doh as though Jack has been composing a song. The entries cease at June the 11th, an entry for which nothing is written. Then:))
June 13ish. Maybe. There is a mooing.
June 14. Why is there a mooing? There is a mooing and a mooing. A man can't get drunk enough. Blast this castle.
June 15th. I have primed my pistol, removing Barbossa's Shot and fixing another in its place. Captain Jack Sparrow, Scourge of Caracas, Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, has a mimbling cow to shoot. The mooing transgresses every boundary between piratedom and cowdom and demands resolution, and I, Captain Jack Sparrow, shall resolve it heretoforthwith TODAY. Bovine-pirate borders must be firmed up, blast it, and broiled steaks for all to-night.
[Thus, Captain Jack Sparrow sets off to shoot the Hedley Kow.
Outside the castle, he approaches it where it passive-aggressively chews a turnip. It moos in a low, coaxing sort of way. It is a come-hither moo, but Jack is not charmed. He aims and pulls the trigger, but at that moment, the pistol vanishes.]
BUGGER!
[The beast moos again, and now his hat -- his HAT! -- takes itself from off his head and vanishes as well! Jack is left speechless as, with a final mocking moo, the Kow itself disappears.
No....no, that's not right. The Kow did not disappear. Somehow, Jack realizes, he has disappeared and reappeared Someplace Else. There is a great dark lake before him, dark even under the sun. Trees whisper in the wind. No one else appears to be near. Welcome to Loch Noa, Captain Jack Sparrow. He opens his locket, shakes it, and bellows:]
..........................Monkeytits!
The Private Captain's Log of Jack Sparrow, late of the Black Pearl, now of some blighted Castle in Fairy-Land. If found, cast it into the sea. Any sea. Bugger.
June the 1st: Arrived. Rum. Feast. Met a devastating woman who lost her throne. Might be interesting -- looks to be wealthy-ish. Scary, though. Met a fellow with a rich inner life and a hatred of slavery. Met a variety of people from a land called "Panem." Electric fences. Best not to go there.
The Unseelie castle reminds a man of Shipwreck City, just without Grandmama at its black heart. Here is to hoping she didn't cross over as well, though the place would suit her.
Lots of rum.
*****
((While there are entries for June 2nd through about the 6th, they sort of trail off sideways down the pages. There are frequent mentions of "rum" and "bottle." In fact, the entry for June 4th pretty much repeats rumbottle rumbottle rumbottle ho, rumbottle rumbottle doh dee doh doh as though Jack has been composing a song. The entries cease at June the 11th, an entry for which nothing is written. Then:))
June 13ish. Maybe. There is a mooing.
June 14. Why is there a mooing? There is a mooing and a mooing. A man can't get drunk enough. Blast this castle.
June 15th. I have primed my pistol, removing Barbossa's Shot and fixing another in its place. Captain Jack Sparrow, Scourge of Caracas, Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, has a mimbling cow to shoot. The mooing transgresses every boundary between piratedom and cowdom and demands resolution, and I, Captain Jack Sparrow, shall resolve it heretoforthwith TODAY. Bovine-pirate borders must be firmed up, blast it, and broiled steaks for all to-night.
[Thus, Captain Jack Sparrow sets off to shoot the Hedley Kow.
Outside the castle, he approaches it where it passive-aggressively chews a turnip. It moos in a low, coaxing sort of way. It is a come-hither moo, but Jack is not charmed. He aims and pulls the trigger, but at that moment, the pistol vanishes.]
BUGGER!
[The beast moos again, and now his hat -- his HAT! -- takes itself from off his head and vanishes as well! Jack is left speechless as, with a final mocking moo, the Kow itself disappears.
No....no, that's not right. The Kow did not disappear. Somehow, Jack realizes, he has disappeared and reappeared Someplace Else. There is a great dark lake before him, dark even under the sun. Trees whisper in the wind. No one else appears to be near. Welcome to Loch Noa, Captain Jack Sparrow. He opens his locket, shakes it, and bellows:]
..........................Monkeytits!
[Voice + Action]
[Undoubtedly! But that won't stop Kaladin from searching... they might just have to wait for his spheres to recharge before heading back. As things are though, Kaladin's already starting to head outside. Somehow he thinks there might be more trouble not bringing a bottle of something than just leaving without one. So on his way out, he managed to snag a bottle of something (which may or may not be rum - could be ale, could be wine) before stepping outside of the castle.
With his body infused with Stormlight, Kaladin lashed himself to the sky. He looked much like a shooting star across the sky as he flew through it. Forests and mountain ranges were like a blur under him while he sped through the clouds. One by one his spheres began to lose their light as he pushed himself harder and faster. He didn't have time to head to the armoury on the way out, it was too far out of the way, but he had Syl with him. That was all he needed.
Time passed. Kaladin was done to his last few sphere chips when he finally found the lake. Like a crack of thunder and lightning, his form could be seen as a bright light shooting down from among the clouds before he landed on the shore of the lake. The light around his body was still there, but it began to fade while he instantly took off and called out in a search for the lost captain.]
Jack?
action 1/?
2/?
Wonder how much rum he'll bring. Hopefully a hogshead. Or a WHALE'S head! What has a bigger head than a whale, I wonder?
3/?
4/?
5/?
/Done
[So stop making him almost wet them.]
What took you so long?! Did you bring the rum?
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He was starting to worry that the man wasn't at this lake. It took more energy than he'd like to admit travelling here, but he'd have to continue on if he needed to travel to a new one.
The loud cry stopped that train of thought and Kaladin let out a relieved breath. Some Stormlight puffed out from between his lips and he jogged in closer to find Jack tangled up in the tree. He didn't show it, but he was relieved to see that the other man was fine.]
Sorry.
[His apology was gruff but sincere when he spoke it. While he didn't have a whale head of rum, he did at least bring a bottle. Kaladin didn't toss it to the other man though but held out his hand to help Jack up.]
Not sure if it's rum, but I bought this. [He held up the bottle in the other hand.]
no subject
Wasn't drunk enough for that. Here, let's see it. [He reaches for the bottle, taking a quick glance at the label as he does.] Who is this "Boone" and what has he been growing on his farm?