Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't sound right to me."

[all7seas]

Jack says nothing. If McCoy won't believe him about the kraken, then there's no way he'll believe him about this.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

McCoy sighs. He's hated every single second of this draft.

"Who knows? I climbed into a boat of my own free will, so maybe he did."

[all7seas]

"I'm useful to him, is all. I've beaten him so many times in the past, he figured I could use some of that beatingness to beat them. Aaaand I did. Some of them. Not the last one what got the better of us in the storm, though."

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"What're you talking about?"

[all7seas]

"Norrington. I've scammed him and tricked him and beaten him, McCoy. He thought I might do the same to the Third Party and was...disappointed in that, in the end."

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"... I doubt he's disappointed."

[all7seas]

"He is most ruthlessly disappointed I assure you, McCoy. And I don't give a rat's tail about it in the end."

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

McCoy didn't know what else to say, so he shrugged it off.

"I'll leave the bureaucracy to people who actually give a damn about it." Which were all the wooden, official types that reminded him for Spock and could even double for the Vulcan if their ears were pointier... at least in his mind.

[all7seas]

"Hmmph." It wasn't something Jack would be able to shrug off so easily, no matter how much he pretended it didn't bother him. The tattoo being safe was a big deal; he could cling to that bit of good luck rather than focus on all the bad.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"You're staying off rum for a week."

[all7seas]

"WHAT?!" Insult? Meet injury! "No! McCoy!"

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"Doctor's orders." His tone leaves no room for arguments. This is what happens when you jump out of airships.

[all7seas]

"But.....but I'm...

I'm going to need the rum, McCoy."

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"Don't be such an infant. You can starting drinking it again when you come off medication."

[all7seas]

"Right. O-off the medication..."

Now. He needs the rum NOW. HE JUST LEAPED FROM A BURNING AIRSHIP DIRECTLY INTO JAMES NORRINGTON'S SCORN AND HIS OWN TATTERED REPUTATION.