Everything was beautiful; nothing hurt.

[all7seas]

Who: gotmebones, 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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adventures in un-sleeping

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

While Jack was making an admirable effort in keeping the peace in the extremely likelihood of avoiding another Slayer slap, the Things of Interest to Bones would most likely not manage to deter his indignation in wake of the broken ophthalmoscope, an item which Jack had discovered in the mountains and flaunted at the good doctor before intentionally (in his caffeine-motivated mind, anyway) destroying it. Despite his various gripes and embittered rants about how inferior and brutal twentieth century medicine was, he felt an odd sort of romanticism towards those rustic tools; why else would he have a collection mounted in his office back on the Enterprise?

So clearly, he had to teach the pirate a lesson and the schooling would happen -- again -- in the Good Spirits bar, as he reached his destination and none-too-gently opened the door and let the afternoon sunshine pour into the popular drinking spot. It did not take him long to find the familiar sight of the tricorne hat and the pirate it belonged to sifting through junk littered over the bar.

"Sparrow." His voice was sharp as he stormed over to the pirate in question and interrupted the peaceful process of sorting through junk and putting it into piles, his shoulders hitched in aggravation.

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

After finally reaching the pub after several days of mourning, Edward was desperately in need for a glass of rum. The news of his friend's death weighed heavily on the bard's mind, undoing all his attempts to push his worries aside during his stay in this realm. He was a wreck, a somber shell of his usual genial self. Edward desperately needed to keep his mind of his sorrows, and fortunately for him the good captain was at the bar.

"A-ah...?" He blinked his eyes owlishly at the assortment of goods on the counter. "What are you doing, Jack?" Edward asked with a clueless gaze.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

A certain sage wandered into the bar, not to get drunk, but to see who liked to visit regularly. It might make for a nice social stop, and he did hope that they served other drinks besides alcohol.

Saleh raised an eye as he noticed all of Jack's loot from the mountains sitting on the counter.

"...Jack?"