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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.