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[thedayyoualmost]

A normal person would just walk through the door and head for the front desk, but we're severely lacking in any sort of normality here. Instead, the door inches slowly open, as if whoever's pushing it hopes no one notices they're arriving, and in swaggers a sopping wet pirate, saltwater dripping from his dreadlocks, beard, and clothes. Like any

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[commodorenomore]

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. He would know that voice anywhere, and he wished he would never have to hear it again. He feels a rather familiar headache coming on, and he peers into the lobby.

"Lovely."

[thedayyoualmost]

That one's awfully familiar as well. It makes Jack pause in his rum-drinking, and he raises an eyebrow in Norrington's general direction. "Aye. --Ye part o' the welcoming committe this time 'round?"

[commodorenomore]

"In order for that to be the case, Mr. Sparrow, you would actually have to be welcome."

[thedayyoualmost]

"Ah, apologies." A quick smile. "Silly me. I'll just finish up what I'm doing and be going, then." He raises the bottle to his lips again and throws his head back, downing a deep swallow.

[bloodofapirate]

"Quite a bit, I'd say." Here's one Captain Turner, who has actually come out of his forge for once! He pokes his head in from outside, blinks a bit, and then grins.

"'Lo, Jack."

[thedayyoualmost]

There's a familiar voice Jack's pleased to hear! He turns in his seat to face him, raising the rum in a toast. "Dear William! And without your blushing bride. Still marooned?"

[bloodofapirate]

Will meanders in and hunts for a bottle of rum for himself. "Marooned?" There's a slight lipquirk. "So it would seem. I don't mind all that much, it's quite nicer than ten years aboard ship."

[thedayyoualmost]

If we weren't talking about rum here, Jack would offer him a drink. As it goes, he's keeping his bottle entirely to himself. "So the Dutchman's without a captain again," he murmurs. "Congratulations, mate. Looks like ye've lost yer chance at immortality." The Flying Dutchman's loss is the hotel's gain, and Jack nudges another bottle toward him. "S'pose that calls for a toast."

[ds_mystique]

"Depends what you call anything," Mystique (no, Raven) replies with an amused grin.

Here she is, blue and almost serene, with that complicated smile of hers.

[thedayyoualmost]

Her appearance is enough to make Jack raise an eyebrow, but nothing more than that. He's seen stranger things than blue women in the Caribbean, and, well, maybe this just means it's especially good rum. "Care to fill me in, love?"

[ds_mystique]

"Depends what you'd call missing. It's mostly about a new catering service, actually."

And plenty of maniacs around, but.

[yoda_green_nuts]

Because green little men should always be part of a welcome committee...

Yoda hops on the counter, and takes Jack's key, before he leaps down and walks nonchalantly over to the bar.

Watch out, Jack. Yoda may decide to eat your key, rather.

[thedayyoualmost]

Jack's busy chugging his drink, but he keeps one eye trained on the little alien as he draws near. When Yoda approaches the bar, he reaches behind the counter and rummages around, pulling out a few bottles of assorted liquors and regarding them thoughtfully. "What'll it be, matey?"

[yoda_green_nuts]

"Yoda, my name is." He tootles up to the bar stool, and looks at it frustratedly. "And what offer, to me, do you make?"

[timeto_play]

The hotel is so boring these days, Jon thinks, a touch wistfully as he looks for something to do. No bats, heroes, or civilians to have some fun with. It's only natural that the arrival would peak his curiosity a little.

Jon, who is a man of intense hygeine and perfection, raises an eyebrow at Jack's appearence. Even the Gotham underlings were more becoming than this, and he feels a bit grimy just looking at him.

"That entirely depends, I'm sure," he murmurs, voice condescending and judgemental.

And, for the record, Jon will argue the charmingly rakish grin.

[thedayyoualmost]

Quite a common reaction, considering... pirate. "And what would that depend upon, me fine sir?" Jack asks solemnly, turning up his nose at Jon in imitation of his airs. "'ave I been and come back again without me memory, or is it possible that a gentleman such as yourself is not, as the expression so trippingly goes, in the know?"

[timeto_play]

He's not at all phased by the imitation. "As you see, the situation varies, therefore the response to your question is completely irrelevent upon first inspection."

[thedayyoualmost]

"Then on second inspection, what would be the relevent information in your opinion?" A swig of rum. "What strange and unusual creatures have found their twisted waysies into this last refuge of civilization?" Besides the rum-drinking pirates.