015 ♚ [action, above ground mingle] Pirates love their firelight.

[nocorsetsplease]

[The night has crept in, and the darkness is everywhere, pressing around the huddled teachers like an impending liquid menace.  There was a heaviness, a stillness to the room that quivered, and the silence was deafening.

Elizabeth Swann would have no such thing.

Gathering all of the leftover lanterns, she made a cluster of them, their glows faint,

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[notasuggestion]

[Helga isn't too near, but she isn't too far either. She's leaning against a doorway, very consciously keeping her right side toward the darkness, away from the lanterns in the room.

She listens to the song, smirking just a bit to herself.

She's had Cookie's cowboy songs in her head since that horrible noise began... and, while she'd always rolled her eyes to hear them on an expedition, the songs were a strange comfort now.]

[exsuperman]

[The second that barrier broke, Mark was overwhelmed. Completely and utterly overpowered, his ears rang with the distorted wailing of thousands of innocent civilians screaming out for help. And then his powers started fade away. It felt like something was violently ripped out him, his body becoming instantly weak and aching. Having lived his entire life being as strong as steel, it was indescribably painful to suddenly be at the same level as a human being. Senses that had forever been numbed were suddenly functioning at a normal, weakened state.

He falls to his knees, doing everything he can to hold back a scream. It comes out as a strangled moan, and he's shaking. Pain and terror are finally getting the best of him. The screams and static are loud and clear in his mind, and when he looks at his hands he almost mistakes them for being donned in pristine white gloves.

Everything just went from bad to worse.]

[neveradamsel]

[Guess who was still standing right there next to you when thing got real, Metro Man? Roxanne: your sort-of-not-really-only-because-everyone-assumes-so girlfriend. She vaguely sees him hit the ground out of the corner of her eye and then she's there on her knees with him, snagging one of his hands and briefly burying her face in his shoulder, trying desperately not to scream.

Where was Megamind? Her free hand is groping desperately for him, but she can't see - she doesn't want to look but she does it anyway, and when she finally does scream, it's his name --]

Megamind-!

[exsuperman]

[He winces and holds onto her hand, tightly. While his grip once had the raw power to break bones like glass, it's nowhere near that strength now. It's shaky, struggling and not even remotely painful despite the fact that he's holding on as hard as he can.

He wants to say he's fine and calm them down, say it's just the hallucinations again. He's fine, don't worry.
But he can't bring himself to.]

[neveradamsel]

[That terrifies Roxanne and she chokes back another yell. Instead she pulls him closer and tries to breath, to calm herself down and keep her eyes open - she has to stay alert, focused, and not completely hysterical.

Someone needs to, anyway.

It's hard though, when you're fighting with your own personal demons like that, and it takes every bit of her inner strength to speak aloud, over the noise.]

It's - it's not real!

[hoooly_ship]

[Throughout the entire ordeal he'd been jittery. Nervous, a bit over-talky, the feeling of doom and dread was constant, and there was constant prickles at the back of his neck. But no voices, no illusions, his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him.

Until the fence disappeared. All at once it was as though someone dumped a bucket of ice water over his head, then slammed it down. Darkness, cold, the taste of the salty sea air on his suddenly dry lips.

He fell to his knees, then keeled forward to fall flat on his face. But was he unconscious? His eyes were still half open. The blue was dull, unresponsive to reality as his mind drifted.

... you made my life rich...

... I see I should have gutted you when I had the chance...

... Impertinent maggot. Wouldn't have spared him anyway...These weren't just whispers in his mind. They were pounding, booming, voices accompanied by flashes of visions. His entire body ached, but the place he had been stabbed during his dream training burned the most - felt wet, as though he was bleeding and the

[fearthefool]

[When Clopin comes over to check on Tulio, he finds him unresponsive and unconcious.

he does a crude medical analysis- no bleeding, no sudden change in color, no abnormal pulse.

Now he starts to panic]

HEY.
HELLO.
EVERYONE OVER HERE.

[hoooly_ship]

[His eyelashes fluttered at Clopin's scream. It mingled with the one in his mind, but it was a sharp contrast to the hateful words. It sounded... panicked? The fingers of his right hand twitched, his illusions briefly distorting.]

[fearthefool]

[then again, who here has a medical degree?
No one Clopin knows. If someone is holding out on him, he'll probably learn who soon enough.]
...

[...well what the hell is he supposed to do with someone in a tiny coma? Back home, you bury them if they were asleep for long enough.]

someone slap Barbossa and make him less boring

[likedem_apples]

[Barbossa had been hanging at the periphery for a while, unusually quiet and sullen. After the barrier had been breached he didn't seem to be acting much different than "unnecessarily depressing". He's mostly just wandering, listless like a zombie, though there is a spooky, empty quality to his eyes and he doesn't seem to be oriented anywhere in the present

BARBOSSA IS AWESOME (even if he is a lurker)

[nocorsetsplease]

[While Elizabeth sang, she could not mistake the thump of boots, the swagger hobble that no one but a pirate could possess. As she caught sight of Barbossa, gravitating toward her makeshift camp, she grinned. Ahh, another drinker.

Raising her bottle, she gave him a single nod. A bow, if you will, to a fellow pirate. A sea vagrant, holed up here against the dark.

She continued to sing, hoping the sound of her own voice would be strong enough to bar out the sound of another....]

Here comes Latey McLaterson

[slap_me_thrice]

[Gibbs was drawn to Elizabeth's lights like a moderately drunk (but still fairly high-functioning) sailor out on a dangerous night. Which is exactly what he was. He took a seat by the fire, content to listen and drink and listen some more, and occasionally chime in on some of the quieter "raggle taggles," which for some reason he found immensely amusing.

The raggle taggling got significantly more amusing until Gibbs was trying to help Liz drown out any and all voices with a will.]

It was late that night that the lord came in
inquiring for his lady, oh
and the servant girl she says to the lord,
she's away with the raggle taggle gypsy, oh!

Just at the right time

[fearthefool]

You know this song, too?
I've never heard it. A song about gypsies, I've never heard.

I concur!

[nocorsetsplease]

[Elizabeth was happy to have another voice join, though the sudden rambunctious element to Gibbs was a bit surprising. For a breath, she took a swig of rum. Then, through a grin, she continued through the verses, curious to see what it would turn in to now that Clopin was intrigued. She nodded to him, as she sang.]

Well saddle for me my milk white steed,
my big horse is not speedy, oh,
I'm 'a ride, I'm 'a seek my bride,
she's away with the raggle taggle gypsy, oh

Well he rode he east, and he rode west,
he rode north and south or so,
until he came to a wide open field
it was there that he spotted his lady, oh--

[slap_me_thrice]

[Gibbs cuts off to take another drink. He doesn't recall these verses, anyway; not at the moment at least.] Oh, aye! It's said that he who sings it invites said raggle taggle gypsies to his fireside, where they'll entertain him with magical and tempting fruits from far-off Tangier. But be wary, sir, and do not eat of that fruit!

Never eat of the fruit.

[Driiiiiiink.]