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duck_rubber2006-07-05 04:44 am
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Because Aka said to log.
And who am I to deny her such a thing, really? 8D
Rude: *because he does have a loving girlfriend back on the islands somewhere who provides him with a good stock of remedies against hangovers (neither of them really trust Hojo on that), he is up and moving, a sluggish Reno in tow and a camera in his hands. He is, of course, quiet when he opens the door to the prince's temporary room, ready to be of service to his royal person. And the camera? That's to take pictures of Hervey on the floor, of course! .......Or not quite on the floor, it seems*
Reno: *hangover cure or not, he dislikes mornings on general principle, and probably wouldn't get up for them if it weren't for Rude. He did, of course, want to get blackmail pictures of Hervey in his less than dignified position on the floor, or at least that seemed a good idea the night before and was rather put out of mind with the early hour. Peeking over Rude's shoulder, he looked for the other pirate's familiar form on the floor... only to find it not there, but with the red-tinged strands peeking out from over the covers* Ha-! *with a hand clamped over his own mouth, he tried valiantly to stifle the snickers*
Sigurd: *stirred when he heard their cabin door open, as though able to sense that it wasn't Hervey coming back. His mind was half-alert, half-fogged with sleep as he opened his eyes and rolled onto one side, gaze about to head for the door when it strayed to the floor, then up to Hervey's bed* ....
Lucas: *normally, he would already be awake, but for some reason, his bed is very comfortable (more so than usual surprisingly!) and warm, thus keeping him well under and breathing peacefully*
Rude: *quirking a brow, he approaches the bed, not even saying hello to Sigurd because the other pirate knows they came in anyway (they'll "speak" later, no doubt) and pulls down his shades to have a proper look at the sleepers* ... *pushing his shades back up, he uncaps the camera and prepares to take a few good shots of this*
Hervey: *still has one arm wrapped around his bedmate, the other pillowed beneath his head, still lost deeply asleep and looking as though he is not about to wake on his own any time soon*
Sigurd: *casts Rude a baleful look, though allows this for now since it's Hervey's own fault for being a thoughtless drunk; he does feel for Sir Lucas, but moreso because of Hervey invading the other's sleeping space since he knows the potential blackmails is meant for the pirate alone, and would personally see to the photos should they be put to use against the prince*
Reno: *hangs out behind the door until he's gotten himself relatively under control, then joins Rude in the room, peering at the sleeping pair before plunking himself down on the foot of Sigurd's bed*
Lucas: *though mostly quiet, the sound of a camera clicking does cause him to stir eventually, a small frown appearing on his brow as he doesn't want to leave the arms of Morpheus yet*
Rude: *stops soon enough, having acquired a good amount of pictures of this situation -- in a few extra angles too! -- and recaps the lens. They will have to process these soon before Hervey gets a hold of it. .....Then again, he undoes the side of the camera and proceeds to taking the smartchip out just in case the fire-magic user decides to melt this down*
Lucas: *as for the prince, when the clicks are gone, he sighs in unconscious relief as the noise was starting to become truly annoying. However, the further sound of movement and fumbling with equipment force him to resign himself to waking and remove himself from the warmth of his bed. Before he even opens his eyes, he can register deep breathing gently swaying his back and something like breeze on the top of his head. There is also a heavy weigh around him, one that he's been holding onto since last night, he remembers, and slowly, the memory of the disturbance in his first night aboard this vessel comes back to him. He does not groan, it is beneath him to do so, but he does stare blankly at the wall for a moment before looking over his shoulder and, on the way, spots Rude standing beside the bed with a camera*
Rude: *while he could have escaped, it didn't seem the right thing to do, especially since half of the content of the blackmail material he got is the prince himself. Thus, as the seagreen eyes settle on his person, he bows silently to the prince, gestures to the camera and to Hervey himself as a way of explaining why this thing was here at all*
Lucas: *not a paparazzi ploy then... that's good at least, though he doesn't show the displeasure he feels at knowing he's been taken in picture with a man -- one very annoying pirate, in fact -- in bed with him. He sighs again and tries to dislodge himself from Hervey who is still sleeping*
Rude: *because he does have a loving girlfriend back on the islands somewhere who provides him with a good stock of remedies against hangovers (neither of them really trust Hojo on that), he is up and moving, a sluggish Reno in tow and a camera in his hands. He is, of course, quiet when he opens the door to the prince's temporary room, ready to be of service to his royal person. And the camera? That's to take pictures of Hervey on the floor, of course! .......Or not quite on the floor, it seems*
Reno: *hangover cure or not, he dislikes mornings on general principle, and probably wouldn't get up for them if it weren't for Rude. He did, of course, want to get blackmail pictures of Hervey in his less than dignified position on the floor, or at least that seemed a good idea the night before and was rather put out of mind with the early hour. Peeking over Rude's shoulder, he looked for the other pirate's familiar form on the floor... only to find it not there, but with the red-tinged strands peeking out from over the covers* Ha-! *with a hand clamped over his own mouth, he tried valiantly to stifle the snickers*
Sigurd: *stirred when he heard their cabin door open, as though able to sense that it wasn't Hervey coming back. His mind was half-alert, half-fogged with sleep as he opened his eyes and rolled onto one side, gaze about to head for the door when it strayed to the floor, then up to Hervey's bed* ....
Lucas: *normally, he would already be awake, but for some reason, his bed is very comfortable (more so than usual surprisingly!) and warm, thus keeping him well under and breathing peacefully*
Rude: *quirking a brow, he approaches the bed, not even saying hello to Sigurd because the other pirate knows they came in anyway (they'll "speak" later, no doubt) and pulls down his shades to have a proper look at the sleepers* ... *pushing his shades back up, he uncaps the camera and prepares to take a few good shots of this*
Hervey: *still has one arm wrapped around his bedmate, the other pillowed beneath his head, still lost deeply asleep and looking as though he is not about to wake on his own any time soon*
Sigurd: *casts Rude a baleful look, though allows this for now since it's Hervey's own fault for being a thoughtless drunk; he does feel for Sir Lucas, but moreso because of Hervey invading the other's sleeping space since he knows the potential blackmails is meant for the pirate alone, and would personally see to the photos should they be put to use against the prince*
Reno: *hangs out behind the door until he's gotten himself relatively under control, then joins Rude in the room, peering at the sleeping pair before plunking himself down on the foot of Sigurd's bed*
Lucas: *though mostly quiet, the sound of a camera clicking does cause him to stir eventually, a small frown appearing on his brow as he doesn't want to leave the arms of Morpheus yet*
Rude: *stops soon enough, having acquired a good amount of pictures of this situation -- in a few extra angles too! -- and recaps the lens. They will have to process these soon before Hervey gets a hold of it. .....Then again, he undoes the side of the camera and proceeds to taking the smartchip out just in case the fire-magic user decides to melt this down*
Lucas: *as for the prince, when the clicks are gone, he sighs in unconscious relief as the noise was starting to become truly annoying. However, the further sound of movement and fumbling with equipment force him to resign himself to waking and remove himself from the warmth of his bed. Before he even opens his eyes, he can register deep breathing gently swaying his back and something like breeze on the top of his head. There is also a heavy weigh around him, one that he's been holding onto since last night, he remembers, and slowly, the memory of the disturbance in his first night aboard this vessel comes back to him. He does not groan, it is beneath him to do so, but he does stare blankly at the wall for a moment before looking over his shoulder and, on the way, spots Rude standing beside the bed with a camera*
Rude: *while he could have escaped, it didn't seem the right thing to do, especially since half of the content of the blackmail material he got is the prince himself. Thus, as the seagreen eyes settle on his person, he bows silently to the prince, gestures to the camera and to Hervey himself as a way of explaining why this thing was here at all*
Lucas: *not a paparazzi ploy then... that's good at least, though he doesn't show the displeasure he feels at knowing he's been taken in picture with a man -- one very annoying pirate, in fact -- in bed with him. He sighs again and tries to dislodge himself from Hervey who is still sleeping*
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Sigurd: *pours a glass of water and presses it into Hervey's hand as he points out calmly* Hervey, he has a point. What would you have done if Sir Rufus found you like that last night?
Reno: *snickers* Yeeeah, remember the last time boss got woken up? Wasn't a pretty sight.
Hervey: Oh. *thinks back* ...swam really fast? D: *gulps down some of the liquid*
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Tseng: *speaking up only now, digging into his pockets for some smokes* He'll be shot down on the spot the moment Sir Rufus finds him. *brings a stick up to his lips and searches for his lighter now*
Lucas: *now that he's free from extra weight, he remembers that he can totally sit up and does so because staying down while practically everyone's invading the small room is starting to get to him. That done, he resumes staring at Hervey, clearly thinking "I told you so" at the pirate*
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Sigurd: But for that long and that far? *sits back down on his bed*
Hervey: *ignoring that fact*
Reno: *fishes in Rude's pocket for a lighter and waves it in front of Tseng* Trade? Shooting down on the spot's what happens if he's lucky. If he's not, there won't be enough pieces left to do a proper burial.
Hervey: You don't have to remind me! D:
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Tseng: *Reno's so insolent sometimes, but he's used to it, simply taking the lighter -- his seems to have disappeared -- to light his cigarette before handing it back along with his package of smokes. He takes a puff from the lit cancers stick and blows it to the sides* Sir Rufus could also have you walk the plank if he's so inclined.
Lucas: *while he'd love to get changed sometime soon, there's really too many people here, even if they're all men. This hadn't been such a problem yesterday evening when it was only him and Mister Sigurd. Instead of bringing that up however, he goes along with the conversation* There's a plank on this ship?
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Hervey: The plank hasn't been used in a long time. *pause to think that over* Doyouthinkhewould?
Sigurd: *turns toward Lucas to address the question* Yes. Sir Rufus had it added on a few months after Hervey and I arrived.
Reno: It's probably just for show, but a plank's a plank so it's not like that'll take away from its utility. *nabs the flask back to take a drink*
Hervey: Can we stop talking about this?
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Rude: They're back-up.
Lucas: *stares briefly, then quietly* Oh...
Tseng: *nods in agreement with Rude's answer, then looks impassively at the current idiotic man in his crew* If you rather, we could also speak of the anvil we have in case something needs to be sunk. Unless you need a refresher course on the other methods for nuisance disposal.
Rude: *one word* Sharks.
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Sigurd: As far as we are aware, no.
Reno: *grins* But given that it's the Boss, he could probably order 'em around too.
Hervey: That's not funny. D:
Reno: *snickers* Would you rather have your lungs crushed as you plummet toward the bottom of the sea?
Hervey: ...can I take the third option and not be in any of these situations?
Sigurd: I'm afraid you might've waived that already.
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Lucas: *muttering a little to himself (mostly)* Doesn't surprise me he'd choose that.
Tseng: *stoically calm as he checks his watch* You're dealing with the royal army when they show up for the prince, Hervey. *putting out his cigarette, he pushes off the wall and starts for the door* You two had better get dressed. Sir Rufus will be up soon.
Lucas: *watches Tseng disappear in the hallway and the door closing behind him... then then gives Reno and Rude a look because the sooner the other two pirates get dressed, the sooner he can wear something other than Hervey's hand-me-downs (because he would've disappeared in Sigurd's clothes)*
Rude: *has long finished his mission so he bows to the prince and starts toward the door, with or without Reno*