closed(ish) rp, Percy and Beaufort

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Beaufort woke up and realised something was incredibly wrong, even before he spoke. His clothes were...distinctly not a suit and not made in the 1940s. In fact, it struck him more as something distinctly historical. He frowned, wondering when he invaded one of the exhibits for clothes, how drunk he was, and where the hell he got that much alcohol from. There was also a sword. He was pretty sure it was not a good idea to go to sleep with a sword attached. After having woken up and realising his accent was...coarser, less educated and more prone to swearing at the situation, he shook his head and decided to head outside to see what the hell was going off.

Part of him, somewhere, was looking for one man in particular, as there was a pirate in him. A rather angry pirate.

((Peanut gallery is most welcome, but don't, um, interfere just yet, pleaaase))

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"If yer thinkin' that yer gettin' anythin' from me you've got 'nother thing comin'!" Marguerite cried as she was hoisted over his shoulder.

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"Aye, aye," Percy sighed, sallying forth towards their little cottage in Adventureland. "Fight all ye want, missy, ye know the struggle jus' makes things more interestin'."

Percy grinned. He rather liked this Park Event.