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Tweak says, "Frank-N-Furter we meet at last"

тнє ¢αρтαιη (piracy) wrote in theconsolelog,
@ 2018-06-06 10:53:00

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commander shephard, killian jones

WHO: Killian and OPEN~
WHERE: N’Sanity Beach
WHEN: Today!
WHAT: He’s working on his boat, you’re welcome to help or simply chat at him
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: In progress

Things had been interesting as of late, which meant Killian was actually getting a headache and needed to self-medicate. He supposed it was only a matter of time before someone stepped up and attempted to wrangle the masses for heroics, but frankly, he would rather just lone wolf his way out of this one - or alongside Emma and the Hatter, though they were snarking at each other all the time, Emma was timid about her magic, something-something, who the fuck knew. Being from another realm entirely, and another version of the Hook she knew and had fallen in love with, was frustrating - Regina was a different person entirely as well; it was Roni he'd actually enjoyed when it came to their friendship.

Alas. A day spent inhaling the fragrance of the open seas with the salt-kissed breeze whipping around him and working on the boat he was building would do him good.

It wouldn't be as perfect as his Jolly Roger, with sails pretty as petals, solid enchanted wood in a ginger sort of color that reminded him of home and hearth, but it would do. The ocean called to him like a lover, whispered sweet nothings in his ear - of course he was going to build a boat, outside by his humble abode in a shirt that had seen better days and trousers rolled up to his ankles. He was working with planks that were no doubt veterans of the salty brine, planks that gave off the aroma of marine life and storms. Yet this boat would be seaworthy - a mast, a sail, nets bundled onto the small deck.

He was getting quite a tan while he worked, trying not to think of Alice and just barely accomplishing it. She was safe with Robin, that was what mattered - the Dark Curse had been broken, she’d defeated Gothel, things were alright. There was still the matter of his cursed heart to attend to but considering he’d just gotten sucked into a snowglobe, separated from her again, there was nothing for it. It might be best for her if she lived her life without him - without poisoned hearts and pain. The thought made him frown, though he remained concentrated on the skeleton of his boat - pausing only to take a drink of water, and rehydrate properly out here.

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cmdr_shepard
2018-06-06 03:16 pm UTC (link)

Interesting was putting it mildly. Shepard had been on Earth one moment, surround by the destruction that was the remnants of London making her final charge against Harbinger to reach the Citadel. And then.. she was someplace else. Where she didn't know. The only clue was some mysterious box that she couldn't figure out, though given it appeared to be some sort of technology, she'd plugged it into her omnitool and discovered that she wasn't the only one.

There were others here, all apparently drawn to this place by some still yet as undiscovered means, some junction point between multiverses, or something. Traynor would know and understand it better, and would likely be all sorts of help here. Or not, given that as a standard rule, she had tested her biotics to discover they were at diminished capacity. Either the lack of element zero here, or some other power was effecting her, and it appeared that others were noticing similar effects.

Plugging into some sort of omninet, she'd managed to converse with a few people, finding out that some were of a similar mind in that they needed to explore the area to find all possible threats, as well as organize security to deal with those threats.

And according to one person, this whole place was some sort of old Earth video game. There was no telling what all that entailed, or if the guy was just crazy.

Continuing her investigation of the area, she found herself upon the beach. Altering her course, she followed the shore, winding around until she spotted someone in the distance. Either a native who might have answers, or someone else like her, having found themselves here. Either way, it was someone to converse with besides the countless kids that seemed intent on getting her to joining in their little game of battling each other with weird animals kept in those balls.

"Hello," she called out as she approached, letting him know of her presence before getting to close, given that he seemed pretty focused on his task.

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piracy
2018-06-06 11:00 pm UTC (link)

What was this? He had a visitor? How delightful. Killian set down the water canteen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand - and arctic blue eyes squinted, watching as the woman approached, to try to see if he recognized her.

He didn't. But that was alright. Making new friends was always a joy, no?

"'ello, love," he greeted, standing up and dusting himself off - sand sort of got everywhere when you spent all day on the beach. He could do with a bath, and a lack of tiny granules that felt like ground glass scrubbing against sunburned skin - the perils of the beach life, but he wouldn't trade it. There was honestly nowhere else he would prefer to live. It was even tempting to sail off into the open seas when his boat was finished - and he gave her a name.

It was bad luck to sail a boat that didn't have a name.

"Looking for something?"

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cmdr_shepard
2018-06-06 11:19 pm UTC (link)

Meeting new people was always an experience for her as of late. Either someone wanting to thank and congratulate her for what she'd done, accuse of her trying to incite panic with her wild imaginings and reckless speculation, or were just really odd, like Conrad.

Though, as far as she could tell, she was the only one from her 'world' that was here.

"Just trying to get a general sense of the area," she replied. "Making a map, taking notes, exploring, that sort of thing." Threat assessment was likely not something to mention to a stranger you just met. Turning slightly, Shepard glanced at the skeleton of the boat. While not a sailor, she did know ships. "You building her?" she asked. "Looks like she's going to be a good ship." Female pronoun given because by some strange coincidence,perhaps tradition, ships were always considered female. "Got a name for her?"

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piracy
2018-06-07 10:21 pm UTC (link)

"Exploring, certainly - been doing a bit of that myself," Killian replied. "Arrived here a few weeks ago." He didn't know if everyone knew of Captain Hook, or the general Fairytale Realms he and his compatriots hailed from - he'd rather prefer they didn't though, because as Jefferson pointed out, it seemed to make others take them less seriously. Despite the fact that Hook himself had survived for hundreds of years on mostly his wits, and a kind of cleverness honed from narrowly avoiding the swing of the scythe from that fucker called Death.

He too glanced at his boat, a proud smile crossing his features and crinkling those electric blues at the corners, kohl smudged and worn as he usually did - to help with the glare off the water. "Aye, she's mine - going to be a beauty, I can't argue. No name yet but perhaps inspiration will strike me. I'm also open to suggestions."

Motioning toward his beachside dwelling, he continued. "If you want to come inside and take a load off, I've got plenty of food and drink. I know exploring tends to make one peckish."

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cmdr_shepard
2018-06-16 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Jane didn't know of him, though she could relate to the need to not being recognized all the time. It was hard when one couldn't o anywhere without someone needing help or asking for pictures and autographs. Or, voluntelling her to go on a suicide mission to save the galaxy that didn't believe her when she told them of the pending Reaper invasion.

"Well, I've only had two ships under my command. The second a better version of the first, which was destroyed in an attack that cost my my life." Yes, Captain's always go down with their ships, but as Commander, that didn't mean staying dead. "The Normandy, best ship I've served on and had the honor of commanding. Damn fine crew as well."

She perked up slightly at the mention of drink. "I'll admit, it's been some time since I've had any Serrice Ice brandy. Doubt that you have any of that, but I'll definitely not say no to a drink."

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