007 [Open] Audio/Commentlog!

[kptn_sparrow]

[He HAS to say something.]

This is downright macabre. Is this 'supposed to be a kail-runt lantern? If they are, you've got it wrong. They're supposed to be cabbages. Or turnips

Comments

[needsnobottle]

[Yeah, she's seen him running past. He's hard to miss. Apparently this place really gets into the spirit of the holiday.

Prepare for some sarcasm.]

Ahoy.

[kptn_sparrow]

[Well it's not like he's not well acquainted with the finer art of dry irony...]

A-hoy?

[Jack pauses in midstride. A pumpkin is sitting in his hands, face turned inward.]

Do I know you?

[It's not too often that strangers greet him.]

[needsnobottle]

[She arches an eyebrow. Shouldn't he know if he knows her or not?]

You'd know better than I do. But for my end, I don't know you.

[She's got her own pumpkin tucked under her arm, the face out for all to see--an unfamiliar female face. It's hers. No touching.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[How can Jack be expected to remember EVERYONE he meets. There are so many!]

Ah! Well then! I do not know you either-

[He stares at her pumpkin and then the eyes go back up to her.]

Peculiar sort of day isn't it then?

[needsnobottle]

[Well that would seem obvious, wouldn't it? Unless he regularly wakes up in places he doesn't know surrounded by elaborately carved pumpkins.

Then again, dude is dressed up like a pirate. So maybe his definition of peculiar differs from hers.]

To put it mildly.

Are you the pumpkin artist?

[After all, he is squirreling around with them. It's possible he did it.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[Jack just LOOKS at her.]

ME? No. And I mean no in the way that no is meant.

This is more madness than even I could conjure. I have my suspicions that it can all be accredited to the Lord of this place. Or the staff. Or just this damnable place in general.

[needsnobottle]

[There's a moment where she's clearly wondering how else no could be meant, then she's back and arching one eyebrow just as high as it will go.]

Ah, Lord D-bag. And here I was thinking he was just going to busy himself with making sure I did my homework.

[She pauses, looks around, then back to him.]

This kind of thing common around here?

[kptn_sparrow]

[He matches your eyebrow, and raises you another.]

Lord D-bag?

[He gestures with his hands.]

This? No and yes. The question of it specifically? Not quite. Generally? Yes. In different ways.

[needsnobottle]

[Well, if he's going to raise the stakes like that, she supposes she'll just have to call his bet. Both eyebrows up now.]

Sure. Lord D-whatever. Looks like a douchebag. Lord D-bag.

[Jokes are just never that funny after you explain them, but what can you do? Tammy doesn't fret about this too much, as his "answer" provides sufficient distraction as she attempts to decipher it.]

So in general this is how Lord of the Douches entertains himself? Defacing a bunch of squash?

[kptn_sparrow]

[He has the most confused look on his face.]

He looks like a shower?

[That word does not mean what you think it does!

Whiskered lips purse at the next couple of questions and he frees a hand to gesture around them.]

This. Sure! Sandstorms without warning. Crocodiles made of stone. Plants that move. More rocks that move. Deer that act more like wild boar than skittish does. Freak snowstorms.

The variety of ways our dear Lord entertains himself are endless. And his help is less than that.

[needsnobottle]

[She's pretty sure it means what she thinks it means. Maybe it doesn't mean what HE thinks it means. But regardless, clearly they are experiencing a glitch in translation, so she'll try this again.]

No, he looks like a stuffy, condescending mouth breather.

[And good grief that's an impressive list. She shakes her head.]

Sounds like someone needs a different hobby.

[kptn_sparrow]

I'll agree with you on both points there. One could only hope he'd take up knitting or something that is not so harmful of the sanities and sanctities of others, hmm?

[Yeah. Right. Next you know, you'll be shooting pork from the sky.]

[needsnobottle]

Something tells me this guy would knit us all nooses. Or stab us with the pointy ends.

[Don't give him ideas, geez.]

[kptn_sparrow]

[The good Captain leans back, as the thought sinks in. In this place, you really couldn't take anything for granted now...]

I n'vr thought of that... I don't like that one bit!

[He clutches his pumpkin.]

Though, if his motive for bringing us here, to this strange place, was only to kill us, you'd think the matter of dying would be more- permanent, aye?

[needsnobottle]

[Now it's her turn to take a moment to consider what he's saying. Complete with a tilt of her head and a deeper frown.]

What do you mean, the matter of dying?

[Maybe he's referring to that whole universe not existing thing. But somehow she doubts it.]