interstellar5555 | What to do with a drunken sailor

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What to do with a drunken sailor

Who: Captain Jack Sparrow and YOU - choose your own adventure with prompts!
What: In which a pirate goes about trying to not be a pirate in a big city filled with things he does not understand though he is grateful that there is at least rum
When all day and into the night and maybe the next day 2/19 through 2/21
Where: A pirate themed bar called 'The Drunken Pirate, the open ground floor clubs at both Virgo and Pride, and a rescuer's apartment in which there is a bathtub and a jar of dirt
Warnings: Jack is being Jack which should be a warning in itself

act i
Jack wasn't sure exactly how he became gainfully employed, but it was a fact that if someone needed a person to act as piratey as possible and tell tall tales, then there would be no doubt in his mind that he was the person to talk to. Well, given that the people that could out-pirate him were not even on this planet, let alone in this universe. Jack landed this job by sheer accidentally showing up the original 'Captain Story', who then quit because of how much a lubber like Jack could out tall tale him. Jack had been a little disappointed since pirates usually tell tales until they pass out but it gave him money for rum and free rum so life was good.

Those times when he wasn't telling tales and drinking rum, he could be singing songs. He might not have the inclination to play an instrument, he still had an nice voice and he knew a lot of songs thanks to Teague. He took requests, but only the way Jack took them - by singing what he could remember and making it up as he went along. He traveled between tables or sat in his corner stool or hung out around the musicians. Maybe he decided to bother you in one of his passing circuits of the bar.

act ii
If there was one thing that Jack knew (granted there was a lot that he could fake given the circumstances) not knowing the layout was a sure fire way of completely screwing things up later on. Luckily, the ground floors of both of the enemy camps were open to visitors. All Jack had to do was take a bath, do that mysterious ritual called teeth brushing and wear something that was a little less piratey than normal, though given just how most people dressed, he really wouldn't have stand out as it was.

So there was this guy dressed in a motley of layers that included lace and sashes and a really nice hat (fedora) swaying through the public areas, fingers wiggling, wide grin on his face showing his golden teeth and generally poking at stuff before drifting on. Care to bother him?

act iii
It was a long day and Jack was tired. Because he didn't really do what normal people did and rent a place to stay, he ended up drifting between the places of other rescuers that he knew of. Today there was a distinct lack of space on the couch and floor, so he ended up in the bathtub. So there is a sleeping pirate sans his boots curled up in the bathtub holding a jar of dirt close to his chest. Wanna wake him up?

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Finnick finds himself in the downstairs bars often enough, finding every day a little harder than the last and needing some intoxicating beverages to numb the pain. He's done his best with his band mates, trying to get them to keep their guard up, but with what Blanche and all these other legacy artist can do, he's not sure it's going to do anything anyway.

Anyway, here he is, wandering in for a change of pace. He brushes by Jack at the bar by accident, knocking him gently with his elbow as he passes by. Holding up a hand, he murmurs some apology and then frowns at the sight of those teeth. It's not as outlandish as some things he's seen, but really?

"Excuse me," he says, then motions to the bartender that he'd like a drink. Which is an awkward thing to do because now he has to stand next to this gentleman and wait for it. It's a series of bad decisions for Finnick Odair tonight.

To their credit, Frisk stands and watches the sleeping pirate for a little while before eventually concluding that he's not gonna wake up on his own. They kinda have to use the toilet - human food, gross - but they don't want to do it while he's in here. And there's only the one bathroom in this place. It probably wasn't technically meant to house so many people.

It seems a little rude to wake him up...but why's he sleeping in the bathtub anyway? Eventually, they lean over and poke him lightly in the shoulder.

Squalo isn't that into pirate stuff or anything. Sure, he's probably seen some adventure movies, wondered about strapping a sword to his arm stub, you know, the usual stuff, but he never went out of his way for pirate-y stuff.

But he does like to act on a whim, and that 'Drunken Pirate' bar looks exceptionally welcoming today. ...It might be the sign that says there's a 30% discount to all rum and gin.

Either way, he makes his way in, takes his time to appreciate the thematic interior and orders some drinks, and then his attention is inevitably drawn to the actor. Or, well, he thinks it's an actor, though he does look extremely authentic. The clothes, the hair, the stories, the... stench from his breath. Wow this guy must take his role super seriously. He can respect that.

Though that also means he'll be bothering him before he can bother Squalo. He leans out of his seat when the pirate walks by, and grins at him. "Heeey, great clothes."

Xanxus only found this bar by accident. Mostly because he heard about the rum here. He really isn't too fond of pirates in general. Too much "R. Be Ye a Lubber" and crap like that. But he can't argue that this place has the best alcohol.

So there he is. At the bar. And he's putting a sizable dent into the bar's collection of fine imported rums. Who drunk all the rum? The answer is Xanxus if no one stops him. Or hey, drinking contest is always good.

Besides, that pirate captain guy is pretty amusing. "So what about that gold?"

It had been a long day for J too. There were days when coffee shop work was invigorating and energetic, and there were days when it was frenetic and exhausting; today had definitely been the latter. All he wants to wash the smell of coffee out of his hair and collapse in bed (to get up and open tomorrow, because someone scheduled him back to back and nobody wanted to switch. He really hadn't missed this part of the job).

He can hear the swaying tune all the way from the hall, and it only gets louder as he heads into the apartment. What he hadn't been expecting - and what he finds - is Jack dead asleep in his tub.

Um.

He needs that.

"Long day, huh?"

Vastra rips the curtain aside and grimaces at the display in her bathtub. Honestly-- how was this better than the floor, which she had so graciously offered him when he'd come stumbling in earlier that morning? The silurian curls her lip at the sight of the jar.

"Where on Earth did you find that-- and where were you even keeping it..." Vastra sighs and pats at Jack's shoulder.

"Up, up Captain Sparrow, the real estate agent is showing the house, we must be scarce."

Waitaminute, Shen knows that guy.

He's immediately on alert, camera once more in hand, and following that unmistakable...swagger? Sashay? Something. The camera is, however, secured by the strap around his neck, and not about to fall out of his hands like before, but...Shen's fingers drum on it thoughtfully before he finally thinks he has a good spot, the man seated at the bar. It's decent composition, and with Shen perched on one of the spiral stairs leading up to the second floor of the club, he can get a decent shot...

Click.

There goes the flash.

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what CAN'T you do with a drunken sailor // I?

pirate bar? All for it

Way hey and up she rises (III)

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