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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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[ Amy raises an eyebrow, inquisitive and just this side of daring, like her question is something of a test.
Whether it really is or not has yet to be seen; Amy kind of tends to just go with the moment, seeing where it might take her.
In fact, it's sort of how she wound up in this place at all. Seedy and dirty and sketchy as it is, Amy had been following a lead. An old man's murmurs ('As long as Olympia and Wyver are at war, it'll be a miracle if we ever get a cure.') led her to following a couple of the Royal Guard headed this way until somehow she'd wound up here, a little tired on her feet and thirsty.
The squeaky-clean ones never have any answers anyway.
She studies the man speaking to her, eyes shifting to the hat he places on the counter. (It's a nice hat. Brilliant, now she's thinking like the Doctor.)
He's absolutely the very opposite of squeaky-clean, isn't he? ]
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[Sid waves a hand as he sits himself down, not making eye contact with Jack. He does remember him from before, but doesn't seem inclined to make a mention of it yet; instead, he scrubs a hand into his hair and puts one elbow on the counter, only glancing at the bartender for long enough to grab his attention.]
...Shite. Whatever you have that'll knock me off my feet, by all means.
[Sounds like someone had a bad week. Notably, his movements are a little sluggish, as if pained. Suddenly, he makes a very loud, very overt statement that the whole damn bar can hear in regards to the arguing couple nearby.]
Somebody shut these fools up before I do it myself.
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