Thar Be Pirates Downtown!

[Svelte Sven]

Just as in their previous meeting, Queen Circe marched to her own beat. Despite being generally antithetical to his own Court, Sven couldn't help but find it a bit endearing. No doubt she'd fit right in if she had been born a few centuries earlier. "Not too shabby. Offerin' an ear and a shoulder to crewmen who need it." He offered as an answer to Seraphina's inquiry, not bothering to mention the potential glamour harvest.

There was something a little funny about the unfamiliar woman calling him 'lad', but he refrained from commenting. "Oh, I was just trying to use the right pirate slang. Maybe 'mates' would be better? Hard to say... Yarr." He offered flatly, genuinely having trouble keeping up with the vernacular and not wanting to overstep or misspeak about his relation to the two most important Lost in the city.

"And, I'll have a glass, please." Though he wasn't normally a heavy drinker, a nagging voice urged Sven to accept the offer of another drink. He'd managed to get by with nursing a single shot over about three hours, but he felt inclined to get a little more into the spirit of things. Just don't start singing. Consciously, he knew that he could keep ahold of his faculties and resist the temptation as long as he limited his alcohol intake. Subconsciously, he was already picking tunes to him if he grew too intoxicated.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Brown eyes move over the people present. Jennifer notes one exotic looking woman – was that Mary? Possibly. Jennifer put some attention into seeing how the beautiful woman was addressed by the others.
“Thanks.” Jenna grins in response to the remark about her hat in her Cursed voice that slithers like a snake moving over dead leaves.
"It looks like you put some time into your look."

The Beast stirs in its cage. At a glance, Jennifer can see that the breathtaking Daeva is present tonight. Jennifer is the mindful and political figure in Kindred social arenas. Jennifer would not draw unwanted attention to Ms. Silvers or herself by giving a proper greeting. Jennifer notes Ms. Silvers reaction.
“Lady – like charms have steered me well.” The brunette gave a cheeky smile to the enthralling dark-haired woman.
“Ahoy there, crewman.” She speaks to the spindly man of the group.

[Circe]

"Paint cannons, free movies, swashbuckling in the rafters, and get angry if folks take away our P?" She says as she downs the rum. It isn't as smooth as tequila for her, but she can work with it yar. Then she sighs, "Ya know somethin' mates? I don't get why that scallywag Roger is always in a good mood. Never seen him be anything but jolly with his neighbors. Ye can't even be mad at him for it, nar!"


Circe does notice the Kraken Pirate get distracted by another arrival. And tense too it seems. A boss from work maybe? That'd do it.


"Keeps the Kings' Guard off balance, tis true. And we've the rum too Sarah," she assures her. Then leans towards Kraken Pirate Girl. Raising her hand to give a stage whisper, "The really good stuff is flammable, but mostly the bottles are thick and heavy." Then straightens back up, the picture of innocence.


"Good on you Matey. Mates is fellow crew, yar, works for everyone Devon," she clarifies. She looked it up online, "Yar! I'd like to think meself a boatswain at least. I nay wanna do the cap't's paperwork," Circe hisses as she says the word, "Yar! Tis scarier than Horatio's navy. Wait? Do lil' boats count as being a captain? Or just the bigger ones?"



Okay, the new girl gets a raised eyebrow at her voice. It was familiar. "Avast!" She points the, now empty, glass at the newly arrived mortal. "Ye be Jenna do ye not, lass? I am sure of it. What is kraken? Wanna join us ne'er-do-wells for a round of rum??"

[Alicia Silvers]

Keeping her eyes on the enthralling beauty.
"Thank ye captain, it shall be a merry delight to spend the evening with yer crew, even if we ain´t sailing the ocean blue."

A gaze upon the man with a cocking of her head, fingers upon the edge of her hat.
"Ahh a first mate who just recently set to sea, no shame in being fresh salt ye will gain sea legs in due time matey. A glass of rum shall be yours, just don´t get to squiffy to quickly, else I shall claim yer patch for myself." Softly chuckling with a light wink, taking note to be a bit kinder on the man, not sure if he was just in a shell or a bit taken of by the play of the night.

Showing a playful grin with bit down teeth at the exotic beauty.
"They came for our movies just weeks ago, hunting us from coast to coast, not even Tortuga nor me own Labadee Bay safe no more, if they come for our P" attempting to draw her sword. "So would they have met me cutlass had they not stolen that to." Finding herself laughing at the jest of Roger. "Course he be jolly Bucko, he gets to sail the ocean blue high atop, even the captain sailing under him, always there for the merry songs. Now excuse me for a moment."

Swirling away over to the bar, not being one used to have to wait for service nor would this time be any different as she soon returns with a tray of several glasses of rum around a pitcher of ale and some glasses for it. Placing it down upon the table as she takes one glass to hand to first mate Devon, another to the exotic beauty. Then grabbing two other´s to hand one over to the new arrival to the group with a friendly smile. Had she chosen to be around the same group so would this be the opportune moment to see how she should interact with her during chance encounters around the Kine.
"Might I offer ye a glass o rum?"

[Seraphina]

A knowing nod to the Winter, “Very noble of you good sir.” She understood full well what that could mean. But also knew where they were. “I’m sure it was appreciated.” Such emotions were never her thing, sadness she knew, but she didn’t enjoy. “So I raise my glass to you!” and does.

Laughing, light and musical in sound, “No worries, it’s not a requirement to being out tonight and just having fun.” She had giving it a try and made an effort. Making a little hook with a finger, “Yar!” she jokes with a giggle.

Looking to the ladylike woman, “Looks like our crew keeps expanding! We shall be victorious with our plunder of the rum this fine evening!” she declares with a smirk. “How has your evening fared this far? Come across any secret rum tunnels or any hidden rum stashes?” jokes the Nix to Jenn taking a sip from her own drink.

A look to Mary, “He’s always in a good mood because he knows where all the rum is!” a sage nod, “If I had secret rum stashes, I’d be jolly all the time too.” True story.

[Eidolon]

Eidolon walks into the bar looking like his best Jack Sparrow. He knew tonight would be fun and at the same time he knew there would be plenty of people around to talk and flirt with. Looking around he sees his new favorite person, "Yo, ho, ho, Mary, thar she blows. And who may be these fellow you are fraternizing with. They look like a buncha landlubbers."

Eidolon ends his sentence with a hearty laugh before turning to the bar and ordering himself a rum and coke, heavy on the rum.

[Svelte Sven]

At this point, I can't tell what's genuine slang and what's self-parody. Thankfully Sven could pick up on the gist of what people were saying so he could at least muddle through. He took the offered rum and sipped appreciatively at Seraphina's cheer. Trying to be mindful of the expanding social group, he found himself slowly skirting the edge of the assembled people.

"The ol' skull an' bones is alright, but I prefer some of the other designs. Y'know, like the one of the horned skeleton spearing a heart?" The Darkling chimed in on the Jolly Roger discussion with a slight smirk and a morbid comment. He didn't know much of the history behind it, just saw it in an old book once, but the image had stuck with him ever since.

Surveying the group again, and becoming conscious of the ratio of men to women, he quickly took another sip of rum. Hoping that the Dutch courage would kick in sooner rather than later, Sven refrained from adding in more conversation unless someone addressed him directly.

[Circe]

"Arr!" Circe is agreeing with, well, she doesn't even know. But she has some rum now, so it fits as the pirate thing to say. Pirate talk, puns, dad jokes, children's jokes, she was dressed like a 16th century Caribbean pirate! This is a night for levity!


And the Kraken Pirate was going along with the joke, at least she got it. "Well ye can't fault us for bad planning. For when it comes to it, we always spend years at C," she is bouncing n amusement, "Though by hook or crook, their booty will be took, for we have to found this look, and they be now in the grudge book, oh ho ho ho!"


Sure, it was a dwarf thing and she wasn't that. But it rhymed.


"If? Oh, you mean full rum stashes aaaar," she says in the same tone as a drawn at oh. "Roger must be rum-arkable to stay so drunk," she nods her head as this explains it, "As to stay high past the crow's nest all the time. It is murder to get to the spot, but past it? You'd end up quite bonely."


Technically, the Lost did have a stash in tunnels. But they could only wine about it, not rum. Plus secret, so not something to share with a bunch of mortals.


"Marcus! Have ye come to join our fracuus?!" She had to make it rhyme. Most of the things that she found to rhyme online, Marcus is a friend, had to do with trees and sounded weird. "Ye plan to join us as a fellow drunken carcass?" That rhymed too. "Your name," she points at him, "Is hard to rhyme without being botanical, anatomical, or morbid. Did you know that?"


Then Sven brings up a variance of the flag. She nods as she sips some rum. "I both do and don't know that flag Devon. Sounds familiar enough to have seen it, but I've no idea which capin' sailed under it. Yar, there be so many flags that freebooters have sailed under. Unless it reads eee, eye, see," Circe scoffs. "Then you ain't a pirate. Just some greedy scum's privateer," she says the last word with disgust. It had additional meaning to the Lost that the mortals wouldn't know. At least she could sneer at it in character and not cause suspicions. "Curse that English invention to mark folks with letter, arr."

[Alicia Silvers]

Eyes upon the exotic beauty as she laughs.
"Ayy ye be right, but dost ye know how to run a rig on the men of the crown and make em feed the fish?" Raising her glass of rum. "Ye flash em your breast, makes em question everything as you plunge yer cutlass into their chest then plunder their coffers as ye see fit whilst they fall to Davy Jones locker never to be heard from again, keeping yer secret safe as they perish in self created shame." Clanking their glasses together as blood flows through her system to allow her to keep something down not at all keen on paying the price for it, throwing the drink back and flipping the glass upside down upon the table already taking up a second one.

Turning her gaze over to the first mate and only man in the crowd, well for the moment at least.
"Ye know matey, the Jolly Roger is a pirate flag, nothing denies ye to make yar own." Taking a small step closer toward him with a cheerful smile. "So care ta share what about that flag raised piqued thine interest or was it one of those that just spoke to ya without being able to know why?" Looking down at his glass but opting to not comment on it for now. "Be ye a dancer or a musician Bucko?"

Looking to the newly arrived man, catching his words with first a look upon him then back to the exotic beauty.
"So yer name be Mary, and we have a Bishop here, then" looking back to the man about to speak but interrupted with hearing his name with a disappointed look. "Damn here I hoped yer name be Jack, but perhaps he be away with Anne? That would certainly tell why she aint here." Grabbing a glass of rum to stretch out to Marcus, curious if her double Jack jest would land. "Want a glass o rum bucko?"

Leaning back against the table with a look to Sarah.
"Ahh that be it, ye cracked it Cap´n." Eyeing her outfit for a moment. "Might I say ye be dressed remarkably well, whomever yer tailor be they truly deserve an extra handful o doubloons for such exquisite workmanship."

A look out over the group.
"We be getting quite a crowd, dost thee think they will play some good tunes for group dances?"

[Jennifer Hazelton]

A lady – like lift of the hand, fingers all together to Mary.
“I shall take Rum, thank you.” Her good friend’s advice still on her mind regarding experiences. The new experiences had not steered her wrong as yet.
“Yes.” A sincere smile at Mary for remembering Jennifer. No doubt there were many competing for Mary’s attention. “And you are Mary, or are you in another character tonight?” A mischievous grin at that, the idea of adopting a persona is fun! The expression would hopefully be a soothing balm for her voice, which slithered like a snake over crumbling autumn leaves.

Jennifer had accepted the offer of a drink from Mary and gave Ms. Silver’s a nod on the question of the rum.
“Yea, yar!” Jenna shot a smile towards Mary at the embracing a persona act Jenna was attempting with good natured friendliness.
“My evening has just started,” She says to the enthralling dark – haired beauty. “- and alas, no secret plunder has been discovered. What about you? Any good boons buoying your spirits?”
The dark-haired Nosferatu looks over at the newcomer with a glance. She listens to see how he is received by the others. The dark brown eyes move to the spindly man who was speaking with the group.