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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[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.

[hear-the-drums.livejournal.com]

"Th'slappin' I c'n do fer ye," the Master Blackhearts assured him, though it might have been a little muffled, what with the hand covering his mouth in an effort to keep himself from laughing. "Yer mum might be a sight 'arder ter locate."

Just hearing the Doctor use the word 'wench', even without it being directly related to Una, made the day worth having.

Then there was the fact that compared to the last time they had been forced to do something by the park, this was infinitely preferable.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Arrant scurvy knaves, the both of yez," Una said with a toss of her head (and how, it occurred to her to wonder, was it possible to do that and not make the damn hat fall off). "Never seen a proper Pirate Queen, have ye?"

It is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate Queen!

Damn it, not Gilbert and bloody Sullivan.

(It also occurred to her to wonder what was going on with the Rani. The answer to this question was really quite predictable; to wit: the lady in question was holed up in her TARDIS and had the front door locked with a triple-encryption alpha-wave quad-sonic deadlock seal.)

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

"Arr, belay that me beauty," the Doctor exclaimed, with a rather comically alarmed expression that clearly conveyed what he was actually trying to say, which was 'no, no no no, please no Gilbert and Sullivan.' "Ye never know what ye might be startin,' on a day so fair cursed as the likes 'o this one."

The Master wasn't exactly the very model of a modern major general, and the Doctor really didn't want him to sing about it. In the end it would be more traumatizing than it would be funny.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Ye've the right of that, matey," Una said, after a moment's pause to ensure that no more operetta was forthcoming. "There's all sorts of mischief a body could get up to. 'Specially with such a cutlass as the two of ye have."

Which was a fair point, but yet another saucy wink was completely uncalled for. What the hell was wrong with—oh, well, that was obvious, wasn't it? Sod the park.

[hear-the-drums.livejournal.com]

"She's feelin' free ter be comparin' our cutlasses now," the Master told the Doctor, drawing his own out to have a better look at it. "Seems a disservice."

There was no way they were going to get him to sing. That was one embarrassment they could avoid, past events taken into consideration.