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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[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!"

[duck-lake.livejournal.com]

Duck tried to correct T-Rex upon being called 'wee parrot', but for some reason instead of 'Duck' what came out of her beak was, "[squawk] Pretty Polly!

"Dingleberry!" she repeated dutifully, then wondered why. However, there isn't really all that much room in a parrot's head for confusion, so she didn't wonder for very long.