[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.]
 

Comments

[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.]

[atouchofstrife]

I guess the Tower does have a sense of humor.

[ He looked at the monkey, and then put him down. Cloud wasn't going to hurt the little guy unless the little guy tries to bite him, and even then he probably wouldn't try to kill him. Cloud was still a kid enough to like little furry animals. Even the nasty, smelly, immortal ones. ]

I'm Cloud Strife. [ Yup, he pretty much expects a weird reaction from his name but it's impolite to not introduce himself after the Captain's lovely little introduction. ]

Both of you might want to get some oatmeal from the cafeteria. You can't eat anything else until you do.

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack arches an eyebrow at the name, but that's all. He's more interested in glaring at the monkey scurrying to climb up his shoulder. He gave it a dirty look, which Jack returned wholeheartedly.]

Captain Jack Sparrow, son.

[He makes half a mocking bow as he introduces himself.]

Now, what's this about food you say?

[atouchofstrife]

You have to eat oatmeal first before they will give you anything else. I've heard you'll get really sick if you don't. Also be careful of the restaurant. They take pieces of your organs if you can't pay.

[andajarofdirt]

Huh, well that's a darlin' shame, 'cause I happen to be attached to all pieces 'a me.

[He pats his body for emphasis.]

[atouchofstrife]

I guess a lot of people are.

[ He really haven't heard of anyone going to that place or that were desperate enough to go there. Most everyone he knew had warned him about staying away. ]

The cafeteria is okay, though it sometimes has a strange idea about food. At least you can't starve while it's open.

[andajarofdirt]

Good. I am a firm believer of not starving.

[He nods. Then pauses.]

Don't even think about it.

[Jack grudgingly puts the dread down, which he'd been seconds away from biting on.]

You don't even need to eat.

[Jack makes an annoyed sound and bounces up and down Jack's shoulder.]

And apples too, I'm sure.

[atouchofstrife]

[ Cloud just sort of blinks at the monkey and then decides to not even go there. Honestly, who was he to make comments about monkeys? At least it wasn't a virus-cum-alien-destined-to-eat-up-worlds-that-is-part-of-your-body monkey. At least, that's what he could tell. ]

It changes month to month. You might want to save some of your favorite stuff in case they decide on serving nutrition bars and plum juice again.

[andajarofdirt]

But what about the rum?

[Jack looked vaguely desperate, eyes widening.]

[atouchofstrife]

I haven't seen any alcohol here unless you've brought it yourself.

[andajarofdirt]

No rum?!

[atouchofstrife]

Sorry.

[andajarofdirt]

But why is the rum always gone?

[Wailing like a child. Yep. Quality pirate, right here.]

[atouchofstrife]

Maybe the people running this place doesn't like rum?

[ He just shrugs. Quality caring for the plight of others right here. Yup. ]

[andajarofdirt]

Shut your blasphemous mouth!

[Jack looks deeply offended.]

Everyone likes rum.

[atouchofstrife]

We're stuck in a tower run by a group of people that thinks it's fun to lock kids up in a maze and have them fight to the death. Do you think that they would let us have rum? They might actually think it's funny.

[andajarofdirt]

Has anyone actually asked?

[Or found a way to steal it?]

[atouchofstrife]

Not that I know of, but you might be lucky and they might give you real rum.