EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

So. Is it a trap, or is it just fruit?

[all7seas]

Dunno! It's sort of delicious and good. And I don't appear trapped, do I?

[fleurdesel]

No more than the rest of us Jack. [Adele lifts a shoulder and nibbles on her own slice. It was delicious. Refreshing. Not half bad. And a little comforting now that she thought of it.]

[all7seas]

[He takes another bite; his usual reserves in conversation -- the sides of him he doesn't want to show -- are melting away bit by bit. He becomes more forthcoming; sincere; invested in the conversation, and not just centered on himself.]

That, darling, is a keen observation. We are, are we not? Trapped. How've you been settling in? The sword practice, how's that?

[fleurdesel]

[She lifts a shoulder and sighs as she takes another bite of the fruit, sagging deeper into the hammock. This was...she didn't have to pretend to be alright here. Not right now. Jack didn't care if she put on a brave face, and as such her usual mask is set aside in favor of a tight, albeit exhausted, smile.]

Better since your Thunderaxe found me a short sword. Living with Ginia and Helios has gone well but...I've the mistaken urge to move in with Tony. Because of...all this. And I promised myself I wouldn't do this again.

[all7seas]

You don't have to move in with Tony, lovely. He's not the man for you; you've already said as much. And -- no offense -- I'm guessing he might be feelin' the same way. If only the two of you would open up and share this with each other, woman to man.

[fleurdesel]

I can't. When he's around I don't remember that it's not like it should be. I forget my doubts, I forget everything other than what I feel, what I think I feel for him. And he seems, at least, to feel the same. I don't know how it is when we're apart for him. I almost wish he was as uncertain as I was, it'd make this easier to shrug off.

When we're together we don't think to talk about much of anything other than plans. [A bitter laugh.] To escape. To take me with him. Foolish, idiotic, and futile plans.

[all7seas]

....Foolish? Idiotic? You're just entirely unsuited for each other. Right. You're not to go around him, then, until all of this blows over. You can hide out here, if you like, but you shouldn't speak to him.

[fleurdesel]

The plans are his. I listen. Tell him what may or may not get himself, or others killed. Most of them would. [She sighs and scrubs her face, settling deeper into the hammock. Hiding here until this was over didn't sound bad at all, even if she'd been avoiding Tony most of the day.]

Thank you Jack.

[all7seas]

Adele! As though I would simply turn away and leave you to your plight! No thanks are necessary, darling. This is what friends DO for each other. Lots of listening. Maybe ice cream. Possibly. Ice cream?

[fleurdesel]

[A smile in earnest, Adele was eased a bit by that reminder. She cuts another slice of the fruit and offers it to Jack before doing the same for herself.]

I think ice cream is indeed customary when discussing the troubles of one's love life. But I don't know where we would find any without abandoning the hammock. This, and the rum, will have to do instead.

[all7seas]

Here. Lie back, then. We'll swing for a bit. [Sparrow holds out one arm to wrap around her shoulders, squishing over so she has some room.] There's no ice cream out here anyway. No 'lectricality.

[fleurdesel]

[Adele lies back down in the hammock, nestling against his side easily. Petite as she was it didn't require much room for her to settle in comfortably, and Jack's coat and personal affects didn't poke at her too much.]

I'm surprised there's any power in the village proper at all, though I am grateful for it. Is it easier for you to do without?

[all7seas]

No. Not easy at all, actually. [Reaches up to push off the tree and give them a little swing, then lies quietly beside her.] Easier now that James is livin' with me, I suppose. He shoulders half the work.

[fleurdesel]

If you ever need help with anything Jack, you know you can ask me. I'll even use that damn transporter if I can help- though. Not with cooking.

...

How is he settling in?

[all7seas]

Kind of you to offer, darling. [Help isn't something he needs or wants, at least not right now. On the topic of Norrington, though:] As for James? He's..........better. Maybe. Dunno. We're not exactly friends. Not like you an' me, talking here like this under these trees...

[fleurdesel]

It's what friends do Jack. [But, if he has no immediate requests there's not much she can do other than slice them both another wedge of the fruit, offering Jack his balanced on the blade of her knife.]

Perhaps...you could. Try befriending him? Or. I don't know. I don't know him as well as I do you.

[all7seas]

We're oil and water, darling. If he is a mime, then I am the spoken word. We simply do not mix.

[Things are far more complicated than that, though; Jack just isn't willing to articulate it. Then he tastes the fruit.]

I failed him during the draft, when he was my captain. Disappointed him. Nearly lost my life. An' in the end, neither of us can trust the other truly. I just want to be sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

[fleurdesel]

It's not entirely impossible but...trust is a requirement for any relationship. Even if only a working one. [She nibbles on her own wedge, thinking.] It's kind of you to want to look out for him. But, what 'something stupid' would he be doing? Bringing himself harm?

[all7seas]

[He trusts Adele; she is, after all, now one of his dearest friends EVER. But he doesn't feel comfortable sharing Norrington's issues with her. Not yet.]

I'm not certain. It might not be the sort of harm any of us could see. Anyhow, it's better not to live alone. We're both agreed on that.

[fleurdesel]

There are therapists in the village, are there no- that is a stupid suggestion, disregard it. [Adele shakes her head and rolls the problem of Norrington's problem around in her mind for a moment, but without knowing more, or knowing the man, there is little she can say.]

It's good of you to offer him your house. Even if you are not friends, and do not trust each other much, you are familiar with one another, yes? Even if it's a wary sort of familiarity, it can be a comfort here.

[all7seas]

Comforts are treasures in this place. I like not living by myself in a large, echoing house. Neither of us are the sort of men who would seek that out.

[fleurdesel]

I've never truly lived alone- not in a house, nor an apartment, until here. And you saw how well that turned out. I had a difficult enough time on my own for two weeks, I cannot imagine what it would be like to live alone in a large house for longer than that.

[all7seas]

Ha! I survived, didn't I? For a long time. Had my share of guests, I suppose. Blackbeard lived with me for a while; Leonard McCoy stayed with me when his heart got all broken-like. [Emony leaving. It had been hell.] Buffy an' Dawn, on her birthday. Katie took over my attic. I suppose there were enough pockets of not-aloneness. Nothing like bein' on a ship, though.

I've been missing that a lot, lately.

[fleurdesel]

[Adele nods along with Jack's explanation up until that name. Then she locks up, blinks, and looks over at Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow and Leonard McCoy. Living in the same house. That...must have been madness. She shakes herself from it, pushing her thoughts aside in favor of thinking of ships, sailing, and freedom.]

I wonder if there is a way to expand the barrier enough to make a longer voyage worthwhile. From what I remember you don't sit well with the crew of the Britannia, and not that I fault you for it and your ship, the Joanna Joyce. She's not that large, is she?