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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[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."

[shake-bad-guys.livejournal.com]

Ray's eyebrows shot up. Yeah, sure thing, Frannie. At least, that was what he intended to say. What came out was, "As you will, m'lady."

He gave up. "Where are we headed?"