Talk like a pirate day - this isn't how it was at all (open)

[immutablysam]

Sam actually lived during parts of the golden age of piracy. These people's teeth are far too well tended, they smell better, the rum is a lot less... dirty, and who in all the hells ever talked like /that?/

But ok. So the pirate outfit is actually better than the stupid indian ones. And there's rum. Rum makes so many things better. Sam is wandering down the halls here and there, quite steadily, despite the bottle of rum being two-thirds gone, with three parrots having adopted 'him', and a couple more perching on the ornithopter that rolls behind Sam.

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[reincarnshaman]

OHMIGAWD CAT!!!!!

Yeah.

Veena appears right in the middle of the parrots on her continuing hunt to destroy ALL THE PARROTS!!!

[immutablysam]

Well - this ought to be interesting. The parrots all take off - and the flying machine, formerly happy to be a rest, reacts like a sheepdog - which is to say, the largish flying machine rushes at the thing causing a disturbance - Bub does have the brain of a herding dog, after all.

[reincarnshaman]

Veena lands on the ground disappointed at her lack of bird catching that's been going on here and then vanishes when the flying machine heads right for her.

She reappears on top of the machine clinging to it for dear life... because that made complete sense to do so in her little kitty head.

[immutablysam]

And that brings up a new problem. Bub may have the mind of a highly intelligent sheepdog, but he's in the form of an ornithopter. He can't turn and snap or investigate... but he can fly.

Hopefully the kitty can hold on, because she's going for a ride down the hall and back, and not an especially gentle one.

[reincarnshaman]

Which is when Trever comes running down the corridor. He gives a squawk of surprise and tumbles neatly out of the way to avoid getting smacked by the ornithopter.

Who doesn't tumble so gracefully is Veena. She looses her grip a swing around and twists onto the floor with a splat. Where upon she immediately bounces back up and looks like she totally meant to do that.

Totally.

[immutablysam]

Sam watches most of this with hints of amusement. If cats are good at anything in Sam's experience, it's landing on their feet. When people get involved, that can go different.

Sam whistles, and the flying machine obediently heels. "Y'all alright?"

[reincarnshaman]

"I'm fine. Thank you," Trever said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "That was a bit more unexpected than usual."

Veena's licking her paw like she has no idea what he's talking about. She wasn't doing ANYTHING wrong at all.

Nope.

Not at all.

[immutablysam]

Yep, that's a cat, alright. And meanwhile, under a bit more direct command, the ornithopter is heeled. The parrots, on the other hand, have taken off for higher perches.

"I think it's this nonsense. Got to be Q again."

[reincarnshaman]

"Yeah." He laughed a little. "I guess things were going too quietly and easily for us. I mean, besides the Klingon attacks."

Now that she's proven that she's not done anything wrong, Veena wanders over to check Sam out and that ornithoper.

[magneticxman]

Lorna is busy teaching her parrot to curse when she sees Sam and 'his' entourage of parrots. She laughs, stroking her bird as she makes her way over. "You've got a whole collection!"

[immutablysam]

"I spent a bunch of time in Africa. Smart birds."

[magneticxman]

"Really? That's pretty cool. They are really smart. They're supposed to live a long time, too. I wonder if they're real?"

[immutablysam]

"Could be. They act real, anyway. And never been around one all that long, but knew a couple traders with parrots that said something like that."

[magneticxman]

"What were you doing in Africa, anyway?" She didn't really know much about Sam yet, but she wanted to change that. Sam was an interesting person and they seemed to have more than she expected in common.

Plus the sex was phenomenal.

[immutablysam]

"Mostly exploring. Made a few friends here and there on the inland. Didn't much like the north end."

[magneticxman]

Lorna thinks about her time in Egypt and makes a face. "No, the northern part isn't my favorite, either. Was there an island a bit north and east of Madagascar named Genosha in your world?"

[immutablysam]

"Nope, would have been there. No place by that name, though there are some islands up there. Mostly pirate havens or slaver way stations in my time."

ooc: If it's too late to tag in, say the word and I will delete this! :x

[and_she_waited]

"Oi, I know you!" crows a feminine voice in a Highlands accent that may not be quite what Sam remembers.

For one, there's a touch of 'yarrrr' in her voice.

Amelia Jessica Pond is in a doorway, leaning (but don't cast aspersions on her sobriety, you cheeky gits), arms folded across a bustier that leaves very little to the imagination. Her skirts are frilly, boots buckled, long-tailed jacket just barely obscuring a plastic cutlass, and the tricorne hat perched atop her fiery locks is tipped at a jaunty angle.

In other words, Amy looks like she's having quite the time.

"I knew ye cleaned up well, but looks like yer not so bad as a scoundrel either," she calls.

ooc: Not too late at all! Awesome!

[immutablysam]

Thanks to the bustier, people will have to forgive Sam if 'his' eyes linger at chest level a few moments before getting to Amy's eyes. Now this part of pirate wenches Sam /does/ remember.

"If anyone ever said I was anything but a scoundrel, I'd question how well they knew me."

[and_she_waited]

"Eyes up here, mister," she warns, two fingers pointed first at Sam's face and then up at her own eyes.

She's married, after all.

(Never you mind the smug look she's trying to hide.)

"Aye, I think you're all talk; your lady friend didn't complain none after your date, so my match-makin' record remains untarnished," she hums, moving out of the doorway and sauntering closer to where he be; "Seems rather gentlemanly of ye."

[immutablysam]

Sam grins, meeting Amy's eyes easy enough now.

"Gentleman? That's another one I ain't heard yet. But it's true, we're getting on well enough."

[and_she_waited]

"Are ye?" she grins.

This Scottish-Pirate accent should be wearing on her by now, but it doesn't seem to faze her in the slightest.

"Well now, chalk anotherrr up to an Amelia Pond success story," she preens, hands on her hips.

She's feeling so good about herself, she might just try doing it again sometime.

"Where arr ye going with all that rum?" Pause. "And ... all them birds?"

She squints at the one closest to her, as if daring it to start something.

[immutablysam]

"I've about had it with synthehol, I'm hoping there's enough rum here to at least feel a bit, and maybe to share, should I run into Gaila or Lorna. Or some other pretty young lady who'd appreciate it. The birds are just along for the ride. They don't drink much."

[and_she_waited]

"Oh, I see 'ow it is, you scallywag!" she hoots, arms spread wide.

"I have to be a wench to get a share of the rum now? Pah!"

She'll sue.

Just as soon as she finds a barrister on this boat.

"Just 'ow many ladies 'ave ye got on yerrr arm now?" she queries, arms folded.

[immutablysam]

"Just the two, and they know about each other. And I don't recall a thing of wenches - you're certainly a pretty young lady, and if you'd like some rum, it would be my pleasure to share."