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

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

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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"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."

Processing...

What Jack said really confused Elian. Following this logic could cause catastrophic system crashes. Don't try this at home.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"...bit of a slow one, aren't we."

"No, I'm having a little trouble...oh never mind."

Instead of trying to figure out what Jack said, he instead shows Jack how to operate the terminal.

"Here. First thing you have to do is turn on the power. If you can read and spell, that's pretty much all you need to make sure that you don't crash the terminal, which is this device."

He indicates this by pointing to the embedded computer.

"Generally following the tutorials would be ideal, but I'm not too sure about what your world is like technology-wise, so I'm going to assume you have never used a computer before."

Totally soaking it all in. But like hell he'll admit that. Instead, Jack gives a step back, letting him mess around the terminal to his liking while he studies both the kid, the terminal and tries to process what's being said.

"Bit of an assumption to be makin', there. You remind me of someone I know," and the smile there is not entirely sure if that's someone he likes or not. "Say mate, did you practice the speech?"

"Speech?" Elian was taken completely by surprise at that moment. His small, teal eyes blink a few times before he finally resigns to a slow shake to his head. His face remains passive in expression.

"No. Nothing was rehearsed. I've had to train a few people in the past how to use the devices properly."

In all honesty, he was never called out for being blunt or intrusive in his manner of speaking. He was hardly allowed anywhere without an escort.

"I'm Elian. Since it appears that our worlds are destroyed by the letters we received, it seems that we are thrust into a situation that neither of us anticipated."

See, Jack knows one thing and he knows it well: people like to hear themselves speak. Hell, he likes to hear himself speak. But if you're smart and keep it brief, people will usually spew out all you need to know without them even noticing. So he gives the boy a side-look, mentally cataloging what he can read on the screen, and then shrugging.

"You can call me Captain Sparrow, lad, if you're goin' to ask a favor, or Captain Jack, if ye wanna give me somethin'. Or you can shriek Jack at the top of yer lungs whenever something goes wrong." He leans in, breath of death and all. "It happens sometimes."

The monkey Jack jumped onto Elian's back and shrieks which causes the teen to shriek, flail and twist around. The monkey jumped off his shoulder and ran off with a chittering laugh, if it can be called that. Elian heard a laugh. His hand clutched his chest as if to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest.

"What the hell was that?" His back was facing the pirate captain, and despite the smell of rum, he was more interested in the situation than the odor.

Jack laughed a little, though there's perhaps a smidgen of irritation in the very back of it. God, he hates that monkey. But hey, at least it wasn't him being terrorized by it anymore.

"Jack, I think." He gave the boy an arched eyebrow. "He's amazing for shooting practice."

"It smells terrible!" Now, he's holding his nose thinking that the monkey created the stench than Jack himself. The linger odor of rum accosts his senses and nearly causes him to reel.

"I think a person could smell it before anyone can see it. Geez!" He turns around and takes a step back with the sudden realization that he was too close to the pirate and embarrassed slightly from what he said. Hopefully, he redirected it enough toward the monkey.

"Really?"

And he smelled himself. For real. He wrinkled his nose and shrugged.

"It probably gets better the more you get used to it, so don't whine about it, mate. Ain't sightly and all."

Elian watched this with shock for a moment and nearly gagged.

"I'll take your word for it. At any rate, are you comfortable using this computer?" He figured that getting back to the subject at hand was the best course of action other than hygiene...which obviously needs to be addressed.

"'a course, mate, why wouldn't I be?"

Aside, you know, the fact he's never in his life seen a thing like it, but that's alright. He'll figure it out.

"If you say so." Elian shrugged nonchalantly. "Just remember to use the help screen if you have any trouble. You access it by touching the word help on the screen, like this."

Again, he demonstrates. Thankfully, the interface is simple to use. "It's like they thought of everything in this place. It shouldn't be that difficult."

"Mate, I be meanin' this the nicest way possible, yes? But you sound like you work here."

And does he really have to explain how bad that is?

"Oh." He took that hint to heart and nodded his head. "I'll have to make sure to keep that in mind."

He looked to the left then to the right in a somewhat lazy fashion and blinked to regain his footing, so to speak. At the mention of his seriousness did strike a cord. He wasn't used to being talked to in that way since he was used to being a tool and not looked at as a person.

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Well."

And then Jack throws an arm around him, arching both eyebrows.

"If the problem is what you're doing, you might want to start stopping doing what you're doing, yeah?"

Weirdly, it made sense. Brainbreaking, sure, but it made sense. The clone nodded his head. Of course it would take a while for any of that conditioning to take place in rethinking things all over again, but it was a start.

The smell of rum hit him again. The monkey, Jack, jumped on Elian's shoulder again and started picking at his head.

"What's the monkey doing?"

Of course it makes sense, Jack always does, that's why he's dangerous. He peers at the monkey, then snorts.

"Probably lookin' for lice, mate. One damn thing he be good for, I guess."

Instantly, Elian squeaked out a scream. "GET IT OFF!"

His arms flailed as the monkey jumped from shoulder to shoulder, and around his torso. The young Alter user was moving around in a lopsided, awkward type of dance to try to catch the monkey and failing.

Jack watches with amusement, clearly in no hurry to help the poor thing.

"Now, now, he nice, he's just tryin' to help, aren't you, Jack?"

Jack screeches a chittering laugh as he squirms all around the boy, trying to find a proper perch on his head.

Eventually, Elian wore himself out after several minutes of trying to evade the creature and failing in the process. He fell onto his back, his breathing was heavy from the strenuous activity.

"Fine... I give up."

Jack just stands there, swaying every so often and just watching as Jack sits on Elian's chest and starts tugging at his clothes.

"Bloody monkey always gets his way, mate," Jack sounds resigned, "is just the way it is."

His head lifted to only be greeted by the grinning monkey before he dropped his head with a thump against the cold stone. "What a pain."

He started to laugh which only came out as a soft chuckle. To Elian, this was a laugh. "I bet there's never a dull moment with him around."