[Written] And now for something completely different from the last time

[fierybluebird]

Marco here.

Sorry for my state in the last post, and thank you very much to those sweet enough to humor me, you're too kind.

Bepo, and Vyse, I have duplicates of my maps for you, assuming you both still want them.

For everyone else, I've made about twenty copies of various maps and directions to the Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball. Likewise, in the interest of furthering piracy rebelling against lawful order, I will teach the basics of ranks to anyone with enough brains to actually hold the knowledge. Remember, if you want to go, wear formal costume, and pretend to be part of the navy. Anyone in the Spades wishing to help infiltrate must be able to perform a correct salute and demonstrate ability to discern when it's appropriate. Those who cannot may help infiltrate as waiters.

Thank you.
- Marco

Edited Addendum: Dance lessons for Spades unfamiliar with waltz, samba, and tango will be held every night this week. Namur's breakdance competition comes with a reward, but this style of dance is not acceptable for naval officers, sorry Nam-chan.

[Locked to Nico Robin]

I am embarrassed to say I have about three favors to ask of you.

[Locked to Grell Sutcliff]

Hello Kitten. How do you feel about getting a little vengeance, eh?

[Locked to Sebastian]

My phoenix brother and I are in the mood to spread our wings. Think you can get a babysitter that night to come have fun?

Comments

[Private Written]

[formerabyssinian]

I'd like to know about ranks. It wouldn't be the first time I posed as one of them. If you need more waiters, let me know. I've done that as well.

-Aya

[Private Written]

[fierybluebird]

Fortunately I'm fairly certain that posing as a naval officer will be the harder of the two. Not to mention out on the dance floor itself.

I'm still sorting everything I had Thatch, Namur, and the rescue mission pick up, but we should be able to pass off the smartest as lieutenants and captains. I'm leery of using anything too high for obvious reasons. So you have to be able to act submissive too.

[Private Written]

[redcinemareel]

Hello, darling.

A little vengeance? Don't you know there is no such thing as a little.

[Private Written]

[fierybluebird]

That's what I like to see.

A few certain marines navy men we fought are getting promoted at the ball. I think a surprise must be in order.

[written]

[booyaka_boom]

I know lots about military salutes and stuff but... I just wanna go and wear a pretty dress. Can't I do that instead?

:(

[written]

[fierybluebird]

If you go as someone's date, that should work fine.

voice;

[feetarestrange]

I think it's better if I stay with the ship this time.

voice;

[fierybluebird]

Unfortunately I agree with you, but we'll almost certainly have something for you to do.

[GET AWAY car SHIPS! YAY.]

And Namur could probably teach you fishman style dancing if you're curious.

[Private Written]

[doctor_ozaki]

I'm aware of my countries Maritime structure, but it wouldn't hurt to compare the two and get a refresher course. This goes with the mannerisms as well.

Do you have any information on the top brass?

[He adds this part a little while later]

I've taken part in enough fundraising shit to know the waltz, but my tango will need work, and... sambo? [What the hell is the sambo?]

[Private Written]

[fierybluebird]

Oh, that's supposed to be samba. [Quickly adds a line to that o to turn it into an a.] Samba is simple enough, I am not even sure it's applicable, but it's dance from one of my Pops' islands so I have a soft spot for it.

I don't have much information on the truly tops, and it's just as well, I don't want to draw too much attention with anyone pretending to be anything over a Captain or Lieutenant. I did get my hands on some more valuable information, however. We can discuss it in person with Thatch and the others.

Re: [Audio]

[alwaysgrumpy]

The Navy has events like that? Who would they even have there, a bunch of stiff-collared officers?

Re: [Audio]

[fierybluebird]

Exactly.

Handwritten

[elissacousland]

[Written in blue ballpoint pen in a style much too old-fashioned for such an instrument.]

Marco,

How pleasant to receive another communication from you. If you could spare a copy of that map and directions for me, I would be very grateful. It has been some time since I have attended a ball. Perhaps I should indulge myself.

-Elissa

Handwritten

[fierybluebird]

My pleasure, Miss Elissa!

Remember too, it can be difficult to disguise ships, so it's advisable to keep them a safe distance from the navy base itself!

voice; gently deposits this for later

[bolincredible]

[ And coming in from the side with a tone of voice that says he'd probably have his hand raised in person-- ]

Excuse me, I have some questions! [ BEWARE... ]

voice; YAY!

[fierybluebird]

Aye?

action

[thatched]

[just sits beside Marco double checking and doing some fine detail polishing so that things are perfect. He's really dislikes some aspects of this, namely inviting everyone--giving away their maps. He doesn't want the whole damn world to know but it wasn't as if he didn't know what Marco was up to. Spreading the blame over as many people as possible.

And there was the other phase of Marco's plan. There was a reason he wanted the names and Thatch well knew what it was. He would leave Marco to it because it suited his own vengeance just fine-- so what was pricking at him about it?]

I'm going to have to bring Lea in on some of this. It will be easier to sweep the room if there's more than just me and we want to find who we're looking for sooner rather than later.

[even if they acted later, if there was chaos, Marco would know who to look for.]

I'll keep order for you, brother, [in terms of keeping the crew organized] as much as I can but it's not going to sit well with everyone.

[as much as they are the "Spade Pirates", not everyone understands what that entails. There's a difference between sailing together and throwing your lot into any situation just because your captain ordered. Though... in this case it wasn't even Ace. That night their captain would be vengeance.]

action

[fierybluebird]

I'm not asking their permission.

[ voice ]

[cherrybombpie]

Your "state"? What do you mean?

And what is this "Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball"?

[ voice ]

[fierybluebird]

I was... [SUCH A PAUSE] unusually chipper for a few days.

Just as it sounds, a masquerade ball on Corsair island for the naval officers and to celebrate promoting some of the lower ranks.

Written

[kingkilvas]

Infiltration is a bit of a specialty. I'd be remiss if I passed up the opportunity to help.

Naesala

Written

[fierybluebird]

I'll be glad to have you along, Naesala.

[Definitely.]

Audio;

[hiken]

Ahhh, I forgot. Let 'em know I can teach those dances too, Chirpco.

Audio; 1/2

[fierybluebird]

Chirpco?!

[lazyjustice]

[he's really beginning to dislike you, Phoenix Marco. Though intellectually he understands that he is coming into a situation that has likely been evolving overtime, it nevertheless doesn't cover the fact that he still goes to sleep each night with the war battering around his skull to one degree or another.

That you exist in this world is no fault of your own, but that you are fairly forcing his hand, whether your intent or not, is something altogether different. But, so be it. You can't leave well enough alone, and so neither can he. Marines and Pirates would always fight, and that was the nature of the world]

[fierybluebird]

[Do not think he's forgotten about Jozu's arm, Aokiji. You not only attempted to have his best friend and baby brother killed, but his Pops as well, all their allies, and in a moment of weakness, seized that opportunity to hit his brother where it hurts.]

[Aye, it's a war, but it's a war Marco has no intentions of simply forgiving and forgetting.]

[You'll do what you want, but as he said, try to stop him, try to come near his family, and he'll do his best to rip your face off.]

Voice

[song_princess]

I may not be any good but I can help.

....

I would need a more proper dress though.

Voice

[fierybluebird]

I think I can find you something suitable.

[But he'll have to figure out incorporating the wings.]

Ask Selphie since she wants to go on a shopping spree, eh. Tell her Marco insists on white, or light colors for you

[written]

[vysecaptain]

You changed your mind?

[Well, he's not super surprised, but it's nice to hear anyway.]

And do we have to know how to dance to be part of the infiltration?

[written]

[fierybluebird]

I was affected worse by the island than I initially expected, and at the time a friend had mentioned that I should go back to ship so the others didn't leave me, which led to my excessive paranoia about my role here. [In general it was like he kept forgetting that his family wanted him for him, which was weird.] I can only apologize for that. I made some copies of maps by way of apology, as well.

Correct, you need to dance. If you don't know how, Captain Ace can also teach you.

[espio]

Not that crashing a fancy formal party sounds all that great to me, but I think I deserve a bit of payback.

[Too bad he's so conspicuous. Maybe he can play poltergeist or something.]

[fierybluebird]

[This is a terrible joke and there is no excuse for it, Marco's ust in a bad mood.]

Ready to climb the walls?

[See?]

[Voice]

[crackpotcrocker]

Bah!

Who'd want to go to a prom? [Denzel states rather bitterly about the idea.]

But yes, I'd be interested about basics of ranks.

[Crocker remarks very deviously before stating.]

Speaking of which, nice to hear from you again.

[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

You too, Mister Denzel.

Well, the ranks themselves are easy enough. Would you like a formalized list?

[written]

[bepobear]

It’s nice to hear you’re in your right mind again, Marco. I would love to exchange some maps with you. I have a few duplicates from places we have been as well, if you’re interested.

[written]

[fierybluebird]

I would love that, thank you very much Bepo!

[voice]

[yatteyanyo]

I would hope things don't get too chaotic... I have a date for that event, after all.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Oh? Something romantic?

[written]

[donthithimintheballs]

And you know the correct ranks and salute for the local Navy? You sure they aren’t going to have any differences compared to your home or mine?

Also... Dance lessons. Seriously? [you Might, if you have good ears, hear Logan laugh bluntly on the ship somewhere. Haha, but seriously...] That should be interesting to see.

[BTW, is it a smart idea to advertise that they are ball crashing, really?]

[written]

[fierybluebird]

They might, but it should be similar enough that even if we don't have it down to an exact science, we can fudge it easily enough. I'm trying to get a full list of the ranks here anyway.

And correct. If you know how to dance you're fine. Otherwise you can have Thatch or Ace teach you.

[Marco wants the challenge of someone trying to stop him.]

[Voice]

[theartofboom]

Guess I need to learn military salutes in this world, huh?

[Because like hell is she going to be a waiter.]

[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

It would be a good idea, m'lady.

[thetruehistorian]

If I were a Djinn I suppose you wouldn't go wanting, then.

[fierybluebird]

Except then I'd have to worry about the price to be paid.

[voice]

[maskedtyrant]

Well, you certainly seem to have this whole thing figured out. I hope you're going to leave some room for the rest of us to enjoy ourselves, too, right?

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

If you get there in time.

[om_nom_namur]

Wow. An' Ace got all pissed at me for askin' Scurvey Dog t' come with, an' I didn't even say that much. This is whaleshit. Seriously.

[fierybluebird]

Aw, come on Namur. I was trying to get his ire transferred to me, you know that!

written;

[watchesthesea]

Would you want me to stay behind?

[She asks because after what happened to her last time, she wondered if people would prefer she not get involved again.]

written;

[fierybluebird]

[Kairi awww baby, noooo.]

[Shhhhhh not your fault. Not your fault shhhh.]

What? No, of course not!

[Granted, she's a little on the small side but--] You can pretend to be a fancy nobleman's daughter, right?

Talk to Selphie and Leanne about dresses.