Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[The image that comes onto the lockets is an almost peaceful one. The blue sky and white fluffy clouds that bob a little from the POV of the locket. A little movement shows that that's because the transmission is clearly coming from a boat. The locket, with a little more jostling, is shown to be resting in fabric on what appears to be the deck of the boat. One might be curious as to why a transmission was coming suddenly from seemingly nowhere on a boat, but the answer shows itself soon enough in the form of one suckered tentacle flipping the locket around. If it was ever possible for an octopus to look both pissed off and surprised out of its mind, this one was doing a very good job. One of its many arms clutched at a small feather, the other limbs flopping around and smacking at the deck as the thing clearly tried to actually go somewhere. It couldn't walk to save its life and wound up rolling out of the pile of clothes, taking the locket with it.

Heavy stomps could be heard as boots came closer across the deck to the cephalopod, a shadow coming between the sun and the locket as a large man loomed over it. "Well then. What's this? How's you get aboard, ye slippery little thing. Back to the sea with you."

A hand bent down to try to pick up the octopus and there was a flurry of lashing arms as it latched onto the man and refused to let go. Curses were spat and the man called out for a fellow sailor, but before the other man could come closer with the knife it held to free his shipmate, a third voice joined. One others might find a bit familiar. A naked seventeen year old was clutching the man's arm and looking up at him with fear and horror. It took Stiles about five second to remember about the locket and he dropped to the deck, scrambling for both his clothes and to turn the locket off.]

~*~

[It was about twenty minutes later when a red-faced Stiles showed himself on the network.]

Um, about that...

Sorry? I... have no idea what happened. One minute I was standing looking over the rails and the next... um... aha. Let's just pretend that didn't happen, okay? Okay. But, if anyone can tell me what just happened, that would be really, really helpful. Especially in making sure it doesn't happen again.

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[teenyoda]

... No. Do you see spots?

[all7seas]

We're not talking about me being a leopard. We're talking about your tendency to octopus.

[STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT.]

[teenyoda]

For the record, I don't have a tendency to octopus. I did it one time.

[all7seas]

That's how it STARTS. Soon enough you're octopussing every Thursday. Next thing you know you wake up and you're a giant squid.

[It's like the gateway drug to cephalopothy.]

[teenyoda]

No. Not happening. I'm keeping myself limited to two arms and two legs. That's it. No octopussing.

[Was that even a word, Jack? He suspected not.]

[all7seas]

Very well, mate. But if you find yourself suddenly slithering out of a tank in search of shrimp, you will want to immediately take shelter. Octopi have no useful hard bits to protect them from the sharp beaks of gulls or the sharp knives of octophages.

[That's not a word, either.]

[teenyoda]

... You are a weird, weird man. You know that? And I'm not just talking about your fashion sense, Blackbeard.

[all7seas]

[That name makes him choke up a little bit.] Blackbeard.

[His voice comes out strangled. Could that deadly pirate be HERE?]

[teenyoda]

Well, you've got a beard. And it's black. Would you prefer Long John Silver?

[all7seas]

Long John Silver! What sort of silly name is that?

[The belligerent answer masks fear. If Blackbeard was here, was the Queen Anne's Revenge also?]

[teenyoda]

A pirate name? I didn't name the guy.

[all7seas]

You've clearly never even met Blackbeard.

[Blackbeard would surely eat this young man for breakfast, or perhaps for a middling-snack, or maybe for tea.]

So that's alright, then. I do sincerely hope you solve your octopus enigma, lad. Must be terribly uncomfortable.

[teenyoda]

Well, duh. He's been dead for centuries.

[God, Jack. Do your research.]

I think I've got it mostly figured out. As long as I don't touch the feather, I'm good.

[all7seas]

Don't touch the feather, then.

[What the devil did that mean.]

Luck to you, son.

[This is Jack Sparrow, signing off.]