lucetilogs | Everything was beautiful; nothing hurt.

Everything was beautiful; nothing hurt.

Who:

lists_to_port, and anyone who wants to help them/laugh at them/take advantage of the situation/shake their heads in exasperation.
What: Irons. And Lots of Irony. (Yes, they get handcuffed together.)
When: 1 August, sometime nearish 3pm, after this.
Where: Good Spirits and perhaps around the village
Summary: Good God somebody help them.
Rating: Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters (PG+?)

After the unfortunate and highly accidental breakage of the medical thingy, Jack decided that the best thing to do would be to dump everything from his bag of booty onto the bar at Good Spirits so that McCoy--when he walked in angry--might be distracted by Interesting Junk. He tried to make two piles: Things of Interest to Bones, and Things of No Interest to Bones Whatsoever. There were sharp-looking scalpels and dull-looking scalpels and things that looked like they might be used to prod people's ears and other things that looked like they could be used to sew things like ears back onto the human body.

Into the other pile went some clockworkish items that Jack felt sure would be of interest to Donatello. He'd decided, somehow, that this turtle who was so intent on breaking through the barrier would need any help he could get, and if the pirate could do that by supplying random Malnosso technology, then he was more than willing to play that part.

The last thing he laid upon the bar--a set of iron manacles he'd swiped from one of the prison cells in the abandoned mountain structure--really could not be classified. He couldn't see Bones wanting them, and Donatello would definitely not want them and would in fact probably go off in a huff or something after even seeing them. So Jack ordered another tankard of ale and toyed with the metal handcuffs, wondering idly if he might reshape the iron and use it for fittings on his boat once she was finished.

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--And it broke free!

"Oi! Bonesy! Strong with a hammer, you!" Jack gratefully pulled away. The manacle was still clamped firm around his wrist, but at least there was more freedom of movement now. "Now, about these..."

Edited 2010-08-16 15:14 (UTC)

McCoy shook his wonderfully free wrist in flourish. Of course there was the matter of the manacles still fastened around their wrists, but he was happy to be unattached from the maddened pirate dancing around the smithy.

"Some kind of oil, maybe..."

"WHALE OIL!" Said like he was hitting upon an idea of sheer genius.

The doctor stared at him blankly.

"Extinct." He hissed through his teeth at him. "I was thinking something along the lines of cooking oil...?" Clearly he has never, ever had to escape from chains before.

"Any oil will do, really. Shops? Or a locksmith...?"

A locksmith would be less painful. Much, much less painful.

"Do you know any locksmiths?"

"....Might. Might know one." Jack thought as quickly as he could, swinging the broken bit of chain about as he did.

McCoy rolled his eyes at the annoying gesture: "Should we, Oh I don't know, go ask for their help instead of standing around here?"

Winry set down her tools and latest project upon hearing the voices. Quickly the girl left her work desk to meet the men bickering in the smithy.

"Excuse me, may I help you?"

Oh, this was embarrassing. "Well...yes? Our wrists, aye? Locked."

Luckily for McCoy, both of his hands were free so he could rub his face to hide his embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position. "What... he said."

"You want me to fix that for you?"

She asked the question as she turned away from them. Not to be rude, but to start searching for a tool kit. The mechanic assumed the answer would be yes, and she had a few specialized tools from when she had fashioned a lock for The Batman.

"Actually, I'm growing a bit fond of it, myself," Jack began, but then he caught Bones's eye and shut up quickly. "Erm---Yes?" A few tools on the wall caught his attention, and he began to poke around with an eye out for anything stealable.

He held out his hand where the severed chain swung back and forth.

"Please."

With a sigh the girl returned to Bones first to start freeing his wrist. This man seemed the saner of the two, so the least she could do was help a fellow out. After a few moments of hard concentration and fiddling with her tools, Winry persuaded the iron handcuff to fall off of Bones. The ring of the metal hitting the floor was the sound of her accomplishment.

"There you are! Free as a bird."

Meanwhile, a small screwdriver and a pair of pliers had made their way into Jack's pocket, somehow. At Winry's announcement, he looked over at McCoy, then sent an appealing glance the mechanic's way.

"It IS a shame that we've ruined a perfectly good set of irons, isn't it."

The doctor held his wrist dutifully out as she worked. The sound of chains hitting the floor truly was the sound of music to his ears and McCoy rubbed his wrist and sent an appreciative look over in the blonde mechanics direction.

"Thanks, kid." He looked over his shoulder and glared at Jack. "I'd search his pockets before you do anything." Apparently their time chained together had not made their relationship any more amorous.

"Is that so?" Winry crossed her arms and looked Jack's way. She put on a frown, suspicious of the pirate.

"Would you happen to be hiding something?"

With a flourish, Jack showed Winry and Bones empty palms; then held up a finger and strode up to the girl with a serious expression. From behind her ear he produced, as if by magic, a beautiful rose-colored quartz crystal he'd found on his mountain journey with Saleh. This he offered to her.

"What have I to hide?"

McCoy watched as Jack turned on the charm with the blonde mechanic and rolled his eyes at the entire exchange. Ugh, it was like hanging around with Jim all over again. He hoped she would not be taken in by his simpering nature and whack him with the same tools she had used to free him.

Edited 2010-08-19 15:57 (UTC)

The crystal was pretty, she would have to admit, but such things paled in comparison to anything that Jack may have pocketed. This smithy was like her room, and if you stole from it you stole from her.

"Plenty if you're resorting to parlor tricks. I'll have you know if I find out you left this smithy with something that belongs here, I'll make it so your thieving hands won't be able to steal again."

Jack's smile didn't budge. Being threatened by feisty blonds was sort of something that happened to him on a daily basis in Luceti, really.

"I'm sure you just misplaced any missing items, hmm? If you would just remove me cuff, lovely, Jack'll help you search for them."

McCoy laughed at the latest predicament Jack had got himself in with his pillaging ways: "Help? I'll believe that when I see it." He wasn't being particularly helpful, but did feel good teaming up with another feisty blonde to make him squirm on the spot.

"Oh give it a rest! It's more than a little obvious by now, don't you think? That cuff isn't coming off until you hand my stuff over," Winry told him. Irritated she begins looking for tools that could help her persuade the guy trying to pull one over on her.

With a grin she spots a blow torch. She won't pick it up just yet, but it might come in handy.

A very grave expression, here, and some waving of the cuffed wrist. "Listen, lovely--that level of upset isn't good for your brain, savvy? If it explodes, it'll leak out your ears and all over the...relatively clean smithy. Then what, may I ask? Then the stroppy turtle will be annoyed, and probably sundry bits will be mercilessly cut from your body. On my honor as a pirate, I've nothing belonging to you, though my heart's free if anyone's askin'."

For a few hours, at least.

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