[OPEN] The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed...

[andajarofdirt]

 Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow (& Jack) & YOU!
Setting: Room 2-18, the dormitory hallway
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: There's now a Jack Sparrow in the Tower. Captain Jack Sparrow. There's also a Jack. Just Jack. One of them is a smelly, tricky bastard and the other one is wearing the white bodysuit abomination. You know, fun times.
Warnings: Undead monkey shenanigans. Lots of "bugger!".  Also, Jack Sparrow parading around in the starting white bodysuit. Enjoy.

[So there's Jack, dear roommates, dreads falling all over his face, weighted down by all that crap he's braided into his hair over the years. And wearing the bodysuit. You know the one. White, skin-tight, impossibly shiny. Yeah. So there's Jack, wincing a little as he squeaks - he's trying to move, you see, but the suit squeaks any time he moves - his way to his trunk.

He's read his letters, you see. But Jackie deary is a pirate. There are trunks here. Why shouldn't he take a look. Why shouldn't he start with the one at the foot of his own bed.

Oh, right.

Because the moment he opens the trunk, there's a bloody screeching monkey coming out of it, that's why.]

Oh, not you!


[Poor, poor Jack, scrambling around the room, trying to get a hold of the squirmy, undead pest. Poor, poor you, roommate dear, having to come in and find a grown man  - in dreads - yowling after the monkey. While wearing the squeaky, shiny, white, skin-tight bodysuit.

Joy.]









[Sometime later - a long time later -  Jack finds himself strolling down the dormitory hallways, moving with that perpetual sway of his and finally dressed in proper clothes. That is, his own. Where is Jack the monkey? He doesn't know. He doesn't care to find out.  He's much more interested in having a look around.

This is certainly nothing quite like... there.

Nothing quite like anywhere he's ever been, matter of fact, in life or death or in between. And then, he finds a network terminal. Should you wander around, you will find him studying the thing and gesticulating at it, making faces and waving his hands around.

You know, being Jack Sparrow.]
 

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[absolute_perception]

It took a bit of time for Elian to find his way around. The oatmeal had left a terrible taste in his mouth and no amount of mouthwash could get rid of it. It was worse than the food he had at the facility where he was created from, tortured and refined.

This entire tower had life that he could barely recognize and then there was life that he knew was undeniably human. Now wasn't the time to sort it all out or classify any of it. Now, was the time to explore and know what he was dealing with.

Upon seeing the oddly ataxic man, Elian raised his brow. "Are you having trouble?"

[andajarofdirt]

Jack turn to look at the boy, turning at the waist, rather than completely, hands mid-air as usual.

"Now, mate, why would I be havin' trouble at all?"

[absolute_perception]

Elian gave a sigh. He had met people before that had trouble with technology and some practically destroyed it just through figuring it out.

"The better question would be, what are you trying to do?"

[andajarofdirt]

"Well, it's obvious," the smile does not falter a second. "I'm doin' what I'm tryin' and tryin' not to do what I ain't, for the opposite would be just about disastrous."

[beknightedheroine]

[Sayaka, for the record, takes way WAY too much schadenfreude from watching people be stupid at computers. It's hard to feel guilty about wanting to giggle when someone's making a goofy scowl at a machine that's been commonplace to her as clouds are to the sky.

So she'll just be. Looming somewhat nearby. Until she can't keep the teasing commentary to her mind's ear anymore and speaks up:]

Hey, careful! I've seen one of those bite a guy's fingers clean off!

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack pauses mid-observation and turns to give Sayaka a look. He visibly recoils.]

Lass, was that before or after they did that to your hair?

[Because dreads > blue hair. Obvs.]

[beknightedheroine]

Whuh--?!

_{[She begs to differ.]}

Hey, this is my natural hair color! Blue is nice and respectable! Especially compared to that matted mess on your head!

[andajarofdirt]

[Mock-offended.]

What's wrong with my hair?

[He takes a dread, rubs it to taste the appropriate greasiness, then smells it cautiously. Then he licks it.]

See? Nothin' wrong with it.

[keeps_count]

Legolas happened to be walking along that very hall, swords strapped to his back with a quiver of arrows and a bow slung across his shoulders. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the man vaguely waving his hands at the terminal. The elf couldn't help but be slightly amused, his cheerful demeanor already returned since his last death.

"Sir, that's not going to prove very fruitful in activating it. Perhaps you'd like a bit of assistance?" Perhaps the voice was familiar but this elf was certainly not anyone he knew and vice-versa.

[andajarofdirt]

Hands half curled - middle fingers touching his thumbs and his pinkies raised - Jack turned to face Legolas, waist up. Then he turned all the way, swaying as he did and squinting at the elf with something like mistrust.

"Mate, I ain't been here for even a full day," he quints at him, "now I know what you're thinkin'. But Captain Sparrow, yer so irresistible! And to that I say: ...I know, mate, I know. But I think I be needin' to get my feet on the ground, if you know what I mean. So lets leave the fruity assistance talk til I run out 'a rum at least, savvy?"

[keeps_count]

Legolas raised a brow, slightly confused as to the behavior of the man. Never had he been accused of finding another man 'irresistible' so it was quite strange to hear. The elf almost laughed.

"I'm afraid your phrasing is odd to me, I've never heard Man speak that way before. Still, it would not do for you to wander the tower without proper knowledge regarding it. And that is best done in a state of sobriety."

[andajarofdirt]

"Mate, the only thing best done in a state of sobriety is dying. And not even always."

[atouchofstrife]

I think it would work better if you turned it on first.

[ He's a soft spoken young man dressed in mostly black, his spiky hair sticking out every which way, and a rather large - well, extra extremely large - sword on his back. Said sword looked like someone took a giant's butcher's cleaver and stuck a smaller handle to it. Cloud didn't seem at all bothered by the weight of the thing. Instead he just watched the Captain make faces at the terminal. ]

You never seen a computer before?

[ Oh yeah. His eyes have a soft glow to them, and there's a kind of a strange glow coming from underneath the flowy mesh sleeve on his one arm. ]

Who are you?

[andajarofdirt]

You would think so, wouldn't you?

[It's not snide. It's in fact a cheerful reply, with Jack offering him a smile. So you're glow-y. It's okay, he's slept with worse. And hey, you're doing the I've-got-a-large-sword-to-compensate-for-things thing so. That takes away from the weird.]

But no, my friend, that's not it. Rejoice, for this is the day you've met--

[Yeah, and then Jack jumped out from behind the terminal, bounced of Jack's head - pushing his hat down his eyes - and leaped at Cloud. Feel free to try and kill it, the damn thing is immortal.]

Captain. Jack Sparrow.

[To no one in particular.]

I hate that monkey!

[atouchofstrife]

[ He was definitely a little odd. Cloud watched the man sway a little even while standing still, fingers twiddling and a cocky grin. Cloud figured he had just met a CHARACTER, one of those kind of people that just pop up in order to make things even worse then they were.

Then he was attacked by a monkey.

Well, almost.

Nice thing about the SOLDIER reflexes was how fast they react to sudden happenings. Cloud saw something furry, small and screeching coming at him, so he immediately reached out to stop it.

Opps. He caught the furry bugger. ]

Is it yours?

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack made a face as the monkey was caught.]

No!

[Jack the monkey made a chirping noise, giving Jack an accusatory look. Jack scrunched up his nose.]

...maybe! Perhaps the appropriate term would be accidental, uninetended, undesired loan.

[Jack squirmed in the hold, trying to get out.]

[quarkylass]

[ Jade was looking for a computer -- any sort of communication terminal, really, since her own facilityberry hadn't been given to her. Where had it gone? Maybe they had come alive again, and they were hiding somewhere...

So whens he spies Jack gesticulating at what looks like a computer, she wanders over. ]

Do you know if I can use this?

[andajarofdirt]

Well, I am not entirely convinced you can't so perhaps you might.

[quarkylass]

Do you...not know what a computer is?

[ Pressing the on button....! It works! ]

Room 2-18

[victory_howl]

Attracted by the sound of the commotion, Ammy shoved her head into the room, pushing the door open with her shoulder. And what did she find? A touching reunion between a man and his monkey! She wriggled her way into the room, then circled around the two of them at a run, adding in some barking for good measure.

All they needed now was a pheasant for the set.

[andajarofdirt]

"BUGGER ALL!"

He finally caught the undead pest and at that moment there was suddenly a... dog? In there? Jack used Jack's momentary distraction to sink his undead teeth into Jack's hand, causing the pirate to throw him on reflex. The monkey let out one of those annoying chittering laughs of his and scrambled through the door. Jack stumbled back a little, trying not to step on the dog.

"...if you don't say anything, neither will I. I ain't go looking for him now."

[victory_howl]

Ammy, for her part, danced aside to avoid Jack's feet. She snapped half-heartedly at monkey-Jack, but since he was already on the run, didn't bother giving pursuit. Instead, she sat on her haunches, mouth open in a kind of silent laugh.

Who was she going to tell? Almost no one here could understand her, anyway.

...even if it was kind of funny.

hallways

[marchwarden]

[ Haldir watched in twisted amusement as the foolish scoundrel made his way down the hall. If the marchwarden had to hunt the outlaw down, he would have done so without the need of his sight. Jack Sparrow is a spectacle of a man who parades about like an orc born with two left feet. He's loud, obnoxious, and over all childish in Haldir's forming opinion. Uncertain whether or not he should even waste his time with such a buffoon, Haldir speaks to the pirate in a chiding tone. ]

What are you doing?

[andajarofdirt]

That.

[Pause, sway, headtilt.]

Is a fantastically good question.

[marchwarden]

[ Now rudely staring at the man with a somewhat amused gaze, the Elf nearly rolled his eyes as he regarded the strange man before him. Haldir could almost sense Jack's madness with every passing breath, thus making the marchwarden view him with slight disdain. ]

Ah, I see,

[ He mutters more to himself than towards the scoundrel. ]

You're a babbling fool who've lost their way, aren't you?