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milliways_bar2008-09-19 08:32 am
badinlatin) wrote in milliways_bar2008-09-19 08:32 am
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Serenity's got about another 32 hours before they hit Ezra.
The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.
There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.
Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.
[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.
ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.
ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.
And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.
And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]
The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.
There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.
Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.
[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.
ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.
ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.
And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.
And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]
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That's not -
No, a quick look and a rub of his eyes is enough for Jamie to determine that this is not the Dutchman on which he sailed for a few memorable days. For one thing, there are no Dutch monkey-men in sight.
Still, they look like they could use the help, and he reckons if he lends a different version of the Dutchman a hand, it'll sort of be like payback.
(And anyways, it looks like fun.)
"AHOY!" he shouts from the shore, waving frantically. "AHOY THE DUTCHMAN!"
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He has no idea who this is.
"Are you up to aiding in the fight against this scurvy crew?"
He has no idea where he picked up 'scurvy' as an adjective. Something's catching in the air.
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- all right, first he lets out a yelp along the lines of "Bloody fuck that's cold!" but then starts stroking towards the ship!