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poly_chromatic2013-08-09 02:14 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-08-09 02:14 am
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♦ ♦ 28TH CONTRACT - Video/Action
[ Behold! A charming display of confectionary booty! In the background hovers 'Li', his uniform starchy and crisply clean, a sweet little smile on his face. Opening his mouth, he says, ]
"I'm not sure what's wrong with the City. But everyone's invited to Cafe Satine to try some of our new pirate-themed desserts. The lollies are especially delicious. Order up an extra-large cappuccino and you'll also get a crossbones cupcake free!"
[ At least ... that's what he tries to say. What comes out is: ]
Sink me! I be nah sure wha's wrong wit' thee, City. But all ye powdered beauties 'n poxy hornswaggler's be invited t' Galley Satine t' feast yer gobs on some o' our new grub. Th' lollies be especially tasty. Ask fer a tall flagon o' brew 'n I'll toss in a Jolly Roger tartlet in memory of me mum's tar-black heart!
[ ... ... ... ]
[ Don't worry; he didn't understand any of it either. ]
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Cafe (Li): [ True to the curse, the atmosphere has taken on a saloonish quality -- the smell of booze and tobacco hanging thick in the humid air, trills of music interrupted by shouts and laughter and the tinkling crunch of shattered glass. It's a rough crowd tonight. Thieves, blackguards, cutthroats -- all the vilest dregs of humankind. (Re: his crewmates.) In the background, Li scurries back and forth. They're shorthanded -- he hears his name being called every minute or two. Juggling trays, bussing tables, scribbling down orders, clearing messes. He's almost spinning like a top. ]
[ Someone take pity on the poor boy. Or take advantage -- it's all the same language to a pirate, isn't it? ]
Docks (Reaper) - Near the HRINGHORNI: [ It's a while before he gives his crewmates on the Hringhorni the slip. And staves off that goddamn bear. Armed and masked, he drifts under the planks, where the darkness is striped with thin beams of yellowy light from the lamps that illuminate the dock. The air is salty, bilgy, with overtones of things rotting, of fish and boots. Three different pirate chanties booming from old-school ghetto blasters compete with the muffled skirl of actual accordions and harmonicas. ~We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. The boards overhead resonate with dancing footsteps. ]
[ No one notices the dark figure slinking in the shadows. But if they did, they'd quickly learn to give Hei a wide berth. He isn't in a patient mood tonight. ]
[ Pai. Where are you? ]
[ ooc: Despite the piratey-swag (such as it is), Hei is NOT CURSED. He's simply blending with the scenery -- and hunting down his little sister, who's been missing since midnight. Psst. Don't tell Thor he's cooking at the Cafe instead of out hunting Krakens :< As always, extremely backtag friendly because I'll be sloooow <3. ]
"I'm not sure what's wrong with the City. But everyone's invited to Cafe Satine to try some of our new pirate-themed desserts. The lollies are especially delicious. Order up an extra-large cappuccino and you'll also get a crossbones cupcake free!"
[ At least ... that's what he tries to say. What comes out is: ]
Sink me! I be nah sure wha's wrong wit' thee, City. But all ye powdered beauties 'n poxy hornswaggler's be invited t' Galley Satine t' feast yer gobs on some o' our new grub. Th' lollies be especially tasty. Ask fer a tall flagon o' brew 'n I'll toss in a Jolly Roger tartlet in memory of me mum's tar-black heart!
[ ... ... ... ]
[ Don't worry; he didn't understand any of it either. ]
Options For Run-Ins:
Cafe (Li): [ True to the curse, the atmosphere has taken on a saloonish quality -- the smell of booze and tobacco hanging thick in the humid air, trills of music interrupted by shouts and laughter and the tinkling crunch of shattered glass. It's a rough crowd tonight. Thieves, blackguards, cutthroats -- all the vilest dregs of humankind. (Re: his crewmates.) In the background, Li scurries back and forth. They're shorthanded -- he hears his name being called every minute or two. Juggling trays, bussing tables, scribbling down orders, clearing messes. He's almost spinning like a top. ]
[ Someone take pity on the poor boy. Or take advantage -- it's all the same language to a pirate, isn't it? ]
Docks (Reaper) - Near the HRINGHORNI: [ It's a while before he gives his crewmates on the Hringhorni the slip. And staves off that goddamn bear. Armed and masked, he drifts under the planks, where the darkness is striped with thin beams of yellowy light from the lamps that illuminate the dock. The air is salty, bilgy, with overtones of things rotting, of fish and boots. Three different pirate chanties booming from old-school ghetto blasters compete with the muffled skirl of actual accordions and harmonicas. ~We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. The boards overhead resonate with dancing footsteps. ]
[ No one notices the dark figure slinking in the shadows. But if they did, they'd quickly learn to give Hei a wide berth. He isn't in a patient mood tonight. ]
[ Pai. Where are you? ]
[ ooc: Despite the piratey-swag (such as it is), Hei is NOT CURSED. He's simply blending with the scenery -- and hunting down his little sister, who's been missing since midnight. Psst. Don't tell Thor he's cooking at the Cafe instead of out hunting Krakens :< As always, extremely backtag friendly because I'll be sloooow <3. ]
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I don't think pirates are really in to the whole cappuccino thing.
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Ah, come now, lad! It ain't becomin' fer a pirate t'be overly choosy. If ye come visit, I'll provide ye with a list o' suitable drinks that offer both the kick ye desire along with just a hint o' whimsy.
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Anyway, [ sotto-voce, ] it's not cafe policy to serve grog.
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How many pirates have broken things when you've denied them sweet alcoholic deliciousness?
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A fair few.
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But they've been nice enough not to steal anything. A pirate explained that's the difference between 'pillagin' and 'plunderin.' When you pillage, "ye be breakin' and takin'!" Whereas when you plunder "ye be takin' and breakin'!" With pillaging you're more focused on the destruction and mayhem involved in the act. Plunderers are more outcome sensitive. Neat huh?
[ No, Li. It's really, really not. ]
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And Stiles wouldn't mind it if he bit him.]It's kind of cool. I mean either way you lose your stuff though. Does your insurance cover act of pirate?
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[ Don't hurt meeeee! ]
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[ And by everybody he means all those in a position to make his life even more miserable. ]
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You coward.
You king's man. ]
What be happenin' to the kraken, if have we us our kraken hunter on land?
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[ Nonononono! ]
[ Just a chef! ]
...'T'wont be ... hunted?
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Methinks it fancies cap'n grizzle-bear. I be no soothsayer -- nor one t'say sooth -- but there've been moments when their eyes've met as the Kraken swam flirtatiously past our ship puttin' on the ol' come-hither sign. An' with their life-expectancy ye know they'd be a good provider in his frail dotage ...
[ Li, you are babbling. ]
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Aye, the Captain's stare did seem to be one of ancestral sorrow and great longing.
Or hunger, Thor can't quite say. ]
You crawl'n'come, then. Be mates with the kraken. Once enemies, now sailin'nder the same flag. Wavin' your tentacles by it. Be no difference.
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......... Wow.
Korra's just going to stand in the doorway and laugh at you, Hei. Because come on, this is hilarious.]
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[ Of the fifty-nine (yes, fifty-nine) eyes in the room, only ten or twelve turn to observe Korra's entrance. The Galley Satine is just a couple of rungs above the lowest taverns -- but serious drinking, brawling and gambling are the order of the day here. Those who do stare at Korra, stare just long enough to figure out who or at least what she is -- not a working-girl, just a jolly wench. There are a few leers and lewd remarks, before most return to staring down into the white froth of their drinks. Maybe earlier tonight they'd have lusted after her, but at this late hour, soused, head-sore, broke and nauseous, the idea of hanky-panky lacks appeal. ]
[ Carrying two brimming mugs of ale, Li scuttles toward her. He's in an innkeeper's outfit -- ridiculous white shirt with bouffant sleeves, vest and tightly-knotted sash, big boots at his feet. ]
Ahoy, merry lass. Welcome t'Galley Satine. [ Determinedly ignoring her laughter, he stays in-character. (Thereby resisting asking questions about her leg). ] How may I assist ye?
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[ Whipping out a slip of paper and a pen, he prompts, ]
What's yer pleasure, Miss? We've devilled eggs, devilled Ham, Devil's food cake, Devil's pie -- all bearin' the name on account of their devilishly delicious flavors. [ Beat. ] Also regular devils. But ye'd best steer clear o' them if ye' don't want t'catch one o' them 'social diseases.'
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Yeah. Definitely don't want a "social disease." [She knows what he's talking about, although she thinks that's a weird way to put it.
She leans back in her seat and taps her chin.]
What do you recommend?
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[ Carefully, Hei scans the quarterdeck -- and spots Pai in a matter of seconds. He doesn't rush toward her; if she's cursed, it's better not to take her by surprise. Instead he hops onto the railing -- wood creaking under his boots to announce his presence. Walks toward her, hands in the pockets of his coat. ]
Pai?
[ His voice doesn't betray the relief that's like a thousand wonderful red-hot stars tearing up his chest. ]
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She stares at him. There's no way it's him.]
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[ She doesn't. She just stares, and there's a shock, understated but vibrant, in the canvas of her expression. In a neat movement, he leaps off the railing. He wants to come closer -- snatch her up and haul her off to one of the safety-domes. Her short disappearance has done little to soften his paranoia -- there are still lines of strain fugitive in the corners of his eyes. But he doesn't touch her. Instead, very carefully, he extends a hand, palm-out. ]
You shouldn't be on Carla's ship, Pai.
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This is my home.
[This is some kind of trick. Her hand instinctively goes to one of her knives, ready to throw it at him at any unexpected movement.]
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