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Captain Jack Sparrow ([personal profile] all7seas) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-02-21 08:22 pm

I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch; Love is Not a Victory March

Who: [livejournal.com profile] hippocraticly and [livejournal.com profile] lists_to_port
What: Seeking Refuge at Cullen House
When: Monday evening, after this.
Where: Cullen House
Summary: 8| and :(
Rating: It's scaling toward a very emo PG at this point.



"Now watch yer step, Bonesy---this path's a bit iced over today." Jack Sparrow picked his way easily across said icy path, completely ignoring the Are We There Yet--

Damn it, why am I calling her that now?!

--because looking at the boat made him think of Jilly, and he did not want to think of her right now. Looking at her also made him think of Buffy, and he did not want to think of her, either. Of course, what one wants and what one actually gets are often two drastically different animals, and Jack was very busy having a lovely garden party in his head with both women in attendance.

It was the sort of garden party where it rains, and everyone's hats get wet, and then horribly misshapen lobster monsters rise up from beneath the crudité and finger-sandwich cart and begin attacking the guests, and the only thing you can do is draw your sword and try to fight them off, and the hats end up getting even wetter because of course it starts to rain HARDER, and that one lummox who always shows up uninvited complains about the state of the brie.

"Bonesy.....where.........where are we goin', again?"

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Having continued the trek with Jack in a sullen silence, McCoy managed to master the art of crossing the icy path without falling down on his ass and looked up at the pirate with a raised eyebrow. He adjusted the strap to his bag that was once again digging into neck and tonelessly reminded him of their destination.

"The 'sparkling eunuch palace' apparently." The doctor even gestured at the house in question with a lazy wave of his hand and left the pirate to gawk at whatever had distracted him. Maybe that damn boat he was working on. McCoy didn't care.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"And here I was expecting to stay in a Goddamn wooden shack on the edge of nowhere." And after that, he lapsed into silence again. The slight against the house he had claimed was only half-hearted since he was glad to have a fall-back plan.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
He grunted a noncommittal reply to Jack and wasted no time pushing open the door to the barely furnished house. Just the necessities and he tried to dispel what Sparrow had told him as they made their way down here.

"Cosy."

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing Jack the monkey chatter angrily at the pirate reminded him of Cupcake back at the house and he inwardly winced. Damn it. Well, he could count on Scotty to take care of the cat for him as he... did what? Moped in this damn glass mausoleum? Recover from experiments that, once upon a time, happened monthly?

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
McCoy looked up. "Hmm? What?"

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You couldn't even make a pie without messing up my kitchen, Sparrow. Or putting it in the oven." McCoy retorted dismissively and walked further into the house. It was his own way of refusing the offer as he pulled at the bag and dropped it next to the couch with a thud. This had been well thought out instead of an opportune moment like it had been with Kennedy and prepared himself -- no more impromptu visits back home.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
One hell of a refugee camp, but he couldn't deny it was better than sticking around in Iowa. His nose scrunched up as the questions kept on coming. It felt damn alien being treated like an infant by Sparrow and he turned around to face him. "If you're going to keep this act up, I'll go elsewhere." It lacked any real conviction since the trip back was not appealing in the slightest despite being treated like glass.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Forget about it." The doctor wasn't hungry anyway and he was beginning to regret throwing his hip-flask away on the journey down here. A strong, hard drink would hit the spot right now.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
McCoy could not question his strange hiding habits as he had been utilizing Lungworm's old fish tank as a hiding place for romulan ale after its untimely demise in the earthquake. There a ghost of a smirk on his face as he brandished the whiskey at him.

"And where does Captain Hook stash his alcohol? In the lighting?" The doctor asked sarcastically, although he did seem to noticeably perk up at the promise of alcohol. And a stolen one at that.

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
He fumbled with the bottle, but ultimately caught it in his hands after Jack carelessly passed over to him and his brow lifted higher at the sight of more alcohol stashed away in the chandelier, now creaking and swaying slightly as the doctor unscrewed the cap.

"I'll be damned."

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"... Yeah. I miss her too."

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
McCoy was not a fan of that particular dish and had commandeered the couch as Jack made them in the kitchen and his expression twisted into one of aversion when he saw the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Becoming sick from a mallynapping or because of the weather (or in those rare instances when a damn intoxicated pirate let him get knocked overboard into the lake) often resulted in those damn things being shoved under his nose.

He barely heard the murmurings from the pirate as he looked away and stared fixatedly out the window and tried not to think about an absent spotted trill or a pointy-eared professor in the school house and how adorable she was when she... Goddamn it, how did people live in houses like this one? Not that it offended his southern sensibilities, but there was no damn privacy.

"Jack, you need drapes."

[identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com 2011-02-23 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you honestly think sailing away in that damn bucket is going to do you any good?" And this chide was coming from a man who had fled from his own home and was staying with someone who had the ability to stress him out on a daily basis. It was like Jim and the academy all over again and he was beginning to loathe this cycle the universe had apparently lugged him with.