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nysalogs2017-10-09 10:58 pm
drinkupmehearties) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-09 10:58 pm
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Who: Captain Jack Sparrow (drinkupmehearties) & open!
What: October plot & info sharing
When: Early to mid-October
Where: Shades Darker
Warning(s): None
[ Word about the attack had spread near instantly, peppering the network and filtering into rumors and speculation in the streets. Jack has been keen on keeping an ear open at taverns since then, eavesdropping for any tidbits of information that can be gleaned from tongues loosened by alcohol.
He doesn't hold much stake in the outcome or politics of it, in the hunt for the perpetrators, in whether some were truly innocent or not. It's the reward that entices him most -- the potential risk of going after one of the culprits could be worth the extra coin, particularly for those named on the network (the silver offered for that is a nice, hefty amount). Failing that, a useful lead could perhaps net him a few silver for his troubles. Either way, it's incentive enough.
On this particular night, Jack can be found at Shades Darker. The main room hums with activity -- drinking, quiet chattering, a scandalous flash of skin by flickering candle. It's not as boisterous as say, the Faithful Bride was back in Tortuga, but the sordid, seedy atmosphere and the patrons that frequent the brothel have a familiar feel just the same.
Finishing off his latest round, Jack hauls himself up from his table and strolls towards the bar, glass clasped in one jewel-laden hand. He's listened to the heated discussion at the table near him for the better part of an hour now, but it was quickly clear that the argument was inane and personal and ultimately uninteresting.
Once he's ordered himself another drink, he sweeps the hat from his head and sets it atop the counter, then notices the person next to him. Must've just freshly entered. ]
Come for a reprieve from all the madness?
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drinkupmehearties) & open!What: October plot & info sharing
When: Early to mid-October
Where: Shades Darker
Warning(s): None
[ Word about the attack had spread near instantly, peppering the network and filtering into rumors and speculation in the streets. Jack has been keen on keeping an ear open at taverns since then, eavesdropping for any tidbits of information that can be gleaned from tongues loosened by alcohol.
He doesn't hold much stake in the outcome or politics of it, in the hunt for the perpetrators, in whether some were truly innocent or not. It's the reward that entices him most -- the potential risk of going after one of the culprits could be worth the extra coin, particularly for those named on the network (the silver offered for that is a nice, hefty amount). Failing that, a useful lead could perhaps net him a few silver for his troubles. Either way, it's incentive enough.
On this particular night, Jack can be found at Shades Darker. The main room hums with activity -- drinking, quiet chattering, a scandalous flash of skin by flickering candle. It's not as boisterous as say, the Faithful Bride was back in Tortuga, but the sordid, seedy atmosphere and the patrons that frequent the brothel have a familiar feel just the same.
Finishing off his latest round, Jack hauls himself up from his table and strolls towards the bar, glass clasped in one jewel-laden hand. He's listened to the heated discussion at the table near him for the better part of an hour now, but it was quickly clear that the argument was inane and personal and ultimately uninteresting.
Once he's ordered himself another drink, he sweeps the hat from his head and sets it atop the counter, then notices the person next to him. Must've just freshly entered. ]
Come for a reprieve from all the madness?
( Wildcard )
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Jack stifles an amused snort, grabbing the now full glass the bartender slides his way. She disappears off to fill Sid's order shortly after. ]
It ain't for everyone, that's to be sure.
[ He recognizes the man beside him as well, back from the beach. Resting an elbow onto the counter, Jack takes a swig from his drink and studies him for a beat or two. ]
You're looking a bit out of sorts from when I last saw you, mate. Had a rough time?
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[Elbows on the counter likewise, he runs a hand through his hair, looking about ready to set his head down and pass out.]
I never thought I'd say it, but I'd sooner be in Ishgard again. At least those overzealous fools knew how to drown their troubles.
[Or, really, he'd rather be watching his young charge (back to one child from two, he reminds himself, after yet another most bizarre incident) at least, even if he doesn't have the slightest damn clue how to parent properly. They made do together... but now, alone, he's just screwing himself over anew.
He shuts his eyes, groaning. At the end of the day, he's still drinking alone either way.]
At least tell me the drink here is better than the swill from the beach.
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Jack lifts his drink. ] Leagues better, I'm happy to say. They've many more options that don't include a pound of sugar and fruit with it. [ Maybe mixed drinks were palatable to some, but Jack likes his alcohol plain and strong. ]
Can't say I've a taste for the quiet, much as I like this place. Noisy and rough and full o' those already three sheets to the wind is the mark of a good tavern, I'd say. [ It's the sort of atmosphere that Jack is more used to, rather than this. ]
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[Because the quiet obviously isn't happening. Sid lifts his head, catching the glass the bartender slides down to him and taking a deep swig of it.]
...Better. Things are looking up already.
[The sarcasm is thick. Most of the locals at the Forgotten Knight knew better than to bother him at his usual table, seeing as most thought he was dragonspawn anyway... but at the very least, this place has the lack of preconceived notions going for it.
And, true enough, Sid isn't normally the sort to go hard off his ass on the alcohol, but in a situation like this...]
I'll probably be reeling later, but bloody hells, I need a break.