THIRD ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY (Good lord...) Open RP!

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. Another second later, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down to again discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Why is the rum always gone?"

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

When Una got up that morning, she somehow failed to find anything unusual in the fact that her usual fatigues had been replaced by a sort of low-cut lace-up jacket-frock-coat-corset thing, satin breeches, and spike-heeled knee-high boots (http://www.costumesinc.com/p8342/product.html). Adding a plumed tricorn hat seemed equally normal, as was the fact that she was singing to herself as she made her way down to the ramp that led away from the Miss Daisy (http://flickr.com/photos/10196023@N00/2687496025/). In hindsight, the fact of her singing was really the only truly normal thing, although the song itself (https://www.yousendit.com/download/bVlCUXVnMm1mVFozZUE9PQ) was quite the bawdy, even for her:

It was the Good Ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead
Was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's—

By then she was at the end of the ramp, and at that point some prickle of intuition stopped her in her tracks. She turned around and looked back at the boat.

The Miss Daisy's exaggerated cartoon curves and embellishments had taken on a decidedly un-childlike aspect. The smokestack, for instance, had a certain ... knobby look to it. The words "Miss Daisy" had been replaced by "Good Ship Venus". And there was a figurehead now, and it was, in fact—

My god, that's appalling. Awareness came crashing down, and Una looked down at her new costume; admittedly it was sort of flattering, if tasteless. She took her hat off and stared at it. Rubbed her eyes and blinked at the boat one more time.

"Oh sod," said Una. Or rather: "Well, keel-haul me and bugger me sideways."

Oh. It was that day again.

((Availability may be extremely spotty today, but wanted to get this up while I could.))

[hear-the-drums.livejournal.com]

But then, last time it had been that day, a lot of things had been different. Amazing what can happen in a year. Particularly when that year was comprised of 365 days that were... basically the same.

The Master hadn't been aware that Una had moved, but at the moment he couldn't be arsed to care. This was mainly due to the fact that he had woken up in a fetching outfit (http://www.costumesinc.com/p8138/Blackheart-the-Pirate-Costume-Adult-Pirates-Themes.html) of the all-black variety and found himself humming Earth sea chanties all morning.

The sword was also a surprise.

He happened to bound out of City Hall shortly before Una emerged from the Good Ship Venus, and so caught her colorful cursing.

"I'd be happy t'lend me services fer that last fine task," he called out to her. First though, there was someone else he'd been meaning to find. The sideways buggering would have to wait.

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Just then, the doors of the TARDIS burst open with a bang, and a wild-haired buccaneer in striped trousers and an eye-patch (http://www.costumesinc.com/p14038/Pirate-King-Costume-Adult-Costume-Pirates-Themes.html) shouting something along the lines of "Avast-ye, mateys, there be foul work afoot! I've seen the likes 'o this black magic afore!" and brandishing a sword. He paused when he caught sight of the Master, and shook a vigorous finger at him.

"Ahoy there, Master Blackhearts! I sees that you be as ensnared as the rest of us then, aye?"

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Oh aye? And d'ye think yer up for the job, me lad?" she answered (it should have been Oh, get stuffed and should not have been accompanied by a saucy wink and cocked hip, but so much for that), and it was probably just as well that the now-eyepatched Doctor emerged from the TARDIS at that point, because otherwise everyone would have been treated to a verse (http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/pages/tiOLDWHOR2;ttOLDWHOR2.html) of "The Baltimore Whores (https://www.yousendit.com/download/bVlBT2pBT01ubHpIRGc9PQ)", and no one needed that.

"Seems t'me we're all so afflicted, matey."

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

The Doctor stopped in his tracks, staring at her for a moment. Then he folded his arms and his face assumed a schoolmarm-ish expression that really did not fit with the words that came out of his mouth.

"Well slap me silly and hand me to me mum," he exclaimed. A look of consternation passed over his face. "Una, ye fine and briny wench...." He stopped again, blinked once, opened his mouth and then closed it again, and finally offered a slightly despondent, "Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum?"

Which was really not what he was trying to say.

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska awoke to find herself dressed rather strangely, in a red military uniform (only with a miniskirt, not era appropriate black boots, and a large bow in front) and a lavish black feathered hat. She frowned at the outfit for a few seconds, unsure how that had happened, but she decided after a few moments that the look was a rather good one.

She gathered her whip and stepped outside, for some reason certain there would be plenty of pirates about desperately in need of some prosecution.

[shake-bad-guys.livejournal.com]

Generally speaking, Ray had about as much expectation that the world would make sense as does a six year old child - which is to say, next to none. Having therefore found, upon waking up and poking a finger at his new collection of bruises, that his cursing was a little more fulsome and expressive than normal, he was just kind of amused.

His usual leather coat had turned into something that looked kind of like Fraser's red tunic, but he pulled it on cheerfully and went off whistling the Sex Pistols' cover of "Frigging in the Rigging," looking for a little trouble.

Along the way, he saw a teenage girl with a kickass dye job.

"A most fetching toilette, m'lady," he called to her. Which...wasn't exactly hey, great hair! What did toilets have to do with it?

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska tipped her hat to Ray. "Why, thank you," she replied shortly, only mildly surprised to find a very proper British accent where her German accent had been. "Now please tell me what you are doing out. Pirating in areas under my command shall not be tolerated."

[shake-bad-guys.livejournal.com]

"No pirate, I! I despise the brethren and all their dark and treacherous dealings." That was...actually true, even if the pirates Ray had had to deal with had been on the Great Lakes and their treachery had had more to do with dumping industrial waste than swashbuckling. The accent was new, though.

"I'm a king's man, true, as you are yourself."

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

"Ah, excellent, then I suppose we shall be working together in order to prosecute the pirate menace. Our primary target is to capture Captain Jack Sparrow or Phoenix Wright and see that they are hung. Your task will be to not be entirely incompetent in securing evidence and locating them."

She smiled. "It will be a pleasure to work with you. I shall call you..." she looked over him for a moment, "Dodgy Underling. And I am your superior, Commander Franziska von Norrington."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

There was something funny from the start when Captain Barbossa, ruthless pirate, woke up and meandered into the bright sun. The usual sickness that accompanied waking wasn't there, nor was the ache in his bones and the discomfort from pock-marked and jaundiced skin. He inhaled and didn't feel his lungs quaking. He licked his lips and gums and when he exhaled he found his breath....pleasant. He ran a hand over his chin and felt bare and shaved skin.

"Well, isn't this odd?"

He blinked, then tried again, looking down and thinking he had been robbed. No sword, no pistol, no boots, no coat, no sash - just clean clothes. Cleanly pressed and nicely smelling clothes.

"Utter malarkey, I don't believe..." Malarkey? Utter?

Barbossa was confused.

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Ahoy, matey," Rukia warmly greeted a man she didn't believe she'd ever seen before. (He was hardly recognizable as Barbossa, after all.) "Ye best be believin' it. I know it seems odd, but the park be doin' this b'fore."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Was the girl mocking him? Barbossa tried to glare, but only until he realised that maybe she wasn't mocking after all. "Good morning," he replied, the very picture of politeness. "So this would be another trick of the park. Hmm. Oh, how very interesting."

He crossed his arms and tapped his foot in thought. "Am I to guess that everyone talks this way? Your way, I mean, not my own." And maybe that's why he was stuck sounding like this instead.

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

Rukia was a bit taken aback when he glared, and for a moment, she thought he seemed rather familiar. And actually, it was a bit odd that he seemed not to be offended, for that matter...

"Good mornin' t' ye," she responded with a nod.

When he asked about everyone talking that way, Rukia dutifully explained, "That`s correct, matey. Once in a while, th' park likes t' make us lot talk weird. `Tis kind o' strange that 't hasn`t happened t' ye. Ye`re th' first swabbie I`ve seen t' avoid 't. What`s yer name, by th' way? I be Rukia."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Weird? The way you talk isn't weird. You're afflicted with an accent that's merely different than your own." He was offended, dammit it all, everyone in the Park sounded just like him now. Everyone was insulting him!

"I know you, we've met previously," he said, his voice sounding gentle, DAMN. IT. "I'm Captain Hector Barbossa." He nodded his head to her.

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

((Hope Crowley doesn't mind; we just thought considering their history, it would make for fabulous awkward later on. XD))

John woke up certain that he hadn't been sleeping on that knife last night.

The knife that belonged to his father, the one that he would use once he reached into the chest and stabbed the heart...

He jolted up from his makeshift bed, rubbing the heel of his hand against his temple. He tried to remember if his shirt had been that, er, poofy yesterday, or if he had been quite so concerned with--

Turning and staring down, his eyes lit on that gorgeous cascade of hair, the delicate curve of her cheek. There was so much he wanted to tell her (and he should, he should tell her the truth, but he wasn't sure he could trust her), but instead he stole himself, played the upright hero and held his tongue.

Well, not entirely. He did lean down to her ear and whisper.

"Elizabeth..."

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

She stirred sleepily, a golden curl falling away from her face.

"Joh-" No, wait. She was confused, she'd been dreaming of pirate flags and strange gold coins. "Will?"

Opening her eyes, she looked up into his face and smiled softly. And then realized she was in her nightdress. "Will!" she squealed, clutching the blankets up to her chin. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Had her voice always been quite so high?

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

He tumbled backward and hit his head against the wall.

Had her voice always been quite so high?

"I-I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. "I wouldn't have, I swear, only...." They were supposed to be looking something, weren't they? Looking for-- "Jack. I haven't seen him. It's possible he slipped off, and I--"

He was worried. Even with the many times they had been betrayed by the man, Will felt as though they may never be rid of all the ties that bound them to Captain Jack Sparrow.

"We have to find him."

[ruined-mylife.livejournal.com]

"Jack."

There was a dearth of unspoken opinions about the pirate captain in her tone. "Of course he did. And of course we're going to go track him down again and force him to help us, which he will only do as long as it is in is own best interest."

Despite the fact that she was in one of her nicer nightdresses, the clothes tossed rather carelessly over the chair were the ones she'd used to disguise herself as a man; including her sword. That put her in something of a better mood.

"Go on then, I need to get dressed," she told him primly.

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

He nodded vigorously for a moment, paused to take in the sight of her a moment longer, then darted from the room.

Outside the sun was bright as it ever was, and looked twice as big. He held back a sigh and waited for Elizabeth to join him.

Hopefully none of the other crew were about to disturb their search. Hopefully Norrington wouldn't get to Jack before they did. Hopefully Jack would be sober enough to understand anything they said once they found him.

[duck-lake.livejournal.com]

Duck awoke in a tree as a bird. She blinked several times, flapped her red wings twice (it was her bird equivalent of yawning and stretching), and scratched the side of her face with her claw.

"Hello hello!" she squawked. "Polly wants a cracker!"

((Any pirates in need of a pet parrot are free to claim her))

[philosopher-rex.livejournal.com]

T-Rex was wearing a big, black, skull-emblazoned pirate hat and an eyepatch. He was obviously getting into the spirit of Talk Like a Pirate Day, although where he'd gotten a hat and an eyepatch big enough for him to wear was perhaps a question best left unanswered.

"Aye, what do we be havin' here? Oh me goodness, 'tis a parrot! Th' perfect thin' t' complete me swashbuckler-y ensemble!"

With that, he promptly tried to lift Duck onto his shoulder. How he intended to accomplish that with such miniscule arms was yet another of the Mysteries of T-Rex.

[duck-lake.livejournal.com]

Duck squawked in surprise at the sight of T-Rex - his teeth were quite large - but as he seemed friendly enough she tentatively flew onto where she guessed his shoulder would be. At least, it was the point where his arm met his body. "[squawk] A pirate's life for me!" she said warmly as a way of greeting.

[philosopher-rex.livejournal.com]

T-Rex looked intensely pleased by this development. "A pirate's life fer both o' us, wee parrot! Today be a good day, I think, fer bein' a terror o' th' high seas! Who ortin' ta we pillage first?" Duck now on his shoulder, T-Rex began stomping in the direction of where he believed other pirates might be.

Then he got an idea. "Say 'dingleberry,' wee parrot!"

[redo-fromstart.livejournal.com]

((because I had to))

Ponder woke up and scratched his head, as very little felt different, but there was an overwhelming sense something was off. After stumbling out of his boat, which he suddenly felt less queasy on than before, he had a look around trying to spot something out of sorts.

Then, for no apparent reason, he opened his mouth and started to sing? Ponder knew he couldn't sing, but there it was...kind of like a sea shanty.

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease

His mother? His mother was a lovely lady, not that he saw her much, and she certainly wasn't widowed. Was she? No. This was surreal. It wasn't even like the lines were in context...