[prepare yourselves, it's the return of Shrieky McGee-- except, she's not shrieking. she's actually surprisingly even tempered, her voice soft, the sound of a gentle breeze accompanying her.]
Do pirates celebrate Halloween? I've been trying to figure it out for weeks. There's the option of dressing up as pirates back home, and that's always fun, but do pirates dress up as anything? Do any of the islands celebrate it?
I was looking forward to this year's Halloween, honestly. Back home, I was going to throw a giant Halloween ball, and everyone was going to dress up in gorgeous costumes, and we'd do all the commoner traditions, but with Houshakuji elegance and flair!! Mama was excited for it-- she was going to dress up as a character she played in one of her movies... and Daddy was going to be there too! I expect all of my friends would be there as well, and I'd be the absolute best hostess. After all, if there's one thing I'm an expert at, it's Halloween!!!
[she sighs, loudly, and the sound of her fiddling with pages can be heard.]
There's a whole month until the actual holiday, so I'm sure I'll be able to manage something! I always do.
Pirate Journal
03 October 2014 @ 06:40 pm
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07 September 2014 @ 10:35 am
A year.
[Kyouya writes the words with some care. It doesn't seem possible, but he knows it is. He's kept an eye on the days carefully.]
To the day, I have been in this place for a year.
[Friends have come and gone. There've been arguments and reconciliations. He's confided in some and lied to others.]
I suppose I've finally accepted that this isn't a dream.
-Otori
[He'll spend most of the day responding. For his crew, well, he doesn't really leave his cabin. They can manage by themselves for now.
What he does do is draw.
It takes most of the day. His "paints" are converted from Kaoru and Hikaru's colored pencils, one of the only things from the original ship he kept.
By the time he's done, though, there's a picture in the journal.]
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[Kyouya writes the words with some care. It doesn't seem possible, but he knows it is. He's kept an eye on the days carefully.]
To the day, I have been in this place for a year.
[Friends have come and gone. There've been arguments and reconciliations. He's confided in some and lied to others.]
I suppose I've finally accepted that this isn't a dream.
-Otori
[He'll spend most of the day responding. For his crew, well, he doesn't really leave his cabin. They can manage by themselves for now.
What he does do is draw.
It takes most of the day. His "paints" are converted from Kaoru and Hikaru's colored pencils, one of the only things from the original ship he kept.
By the time he's done, though, there's a picture in the journal.]
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24 August 2014 @ 11:36 am
For those of you who well... ended up in a body of the opposite sex, how exactly do you go about... Not looking down there when you have to do things like getting changed or bathing?
[Finnian is having a hard time being a gentlemen and not looking because one can't exactly get changed without having to. So he hasn't exactly changed the ladies outfit since it happened and he's starting to feel really bad about it.]
I'm trying not to as it seems polite, but at the same time it stops me from making sure that when we go back to our bodies that she has been treated like a lady should. This is really hard to do.
[Now that he was thinking about it he should really check the lady herself was taking good care of him....and that she hasn't broken the ship yet.]
For those who are still on the Friend Ship... Is the ship still in tact? I ask because someone in my body might not be use to....my strength and might cause some damage. Please make sure she stays safe.
11 August 2014 @ 06:30 pm
[There's a bit of commotion on Gene's first journal entry, mostly a bunch of crashing, yelling, and thumping. The whole kerfuffle ends with a loud yell and the sound of a heavy impact, before a man's voice is heard telling someone to "stay out of his goddamned bar".]
Gah. What an asshole that guy turned out to be, huh? Whatever happened to customer service? I swear, it's a lost art. I had as much right to be there as anyone.
[There's a bit of clothing rustling as Gene dusts himself off, then picks up the journal.]
Looks like that place is out of the question. So, how about some of you fine people tell the new guy just where all the good booze is at? Apparently the guy at this place decided my money isn't good enough for him...Also, I think I hit on his wife by accident. That was probably the clincher.
Anyway, this is a place where pirates congregate, right? Some of you have to know where a man can wet his whistle for a reasonable price. I mean, it's probably going to be a bit of time before my crew comes to pick me up, possibly months. I figure I should at least be able to entertain myself in the meantime. Get it?
Oh, and how many of you guys are taking crew? From what I hear, I really need to get out to sea. Never really sailed before, but I AM the pilot of the most advanced space vessel in the galaxy. Can't be that different, right? I mean, besides...you know. All the water.
Gah. What an asshole that guy turned out to be, huh? Whatever happened to customer service? I swear, it's a lost art. I had as much right to be there as anyone.
[There's a bit of clothing rustling as Gene dusts himself off, then picks up the journal.]
Looks like that place is out of the question. So, how about some of you fine people tell the new guy just where all the good booze is at? Apparently the guy at this place decided my money isn't good enough for him...Also, I think I hit on his wife by accident. That was probably the clincher.
Anyway, this is a place where pirates congregate, right? Some of you have to know where a man can wet his whistle for a reasonable price. I mean, it's probably going to be a bit of time before my crew comes to pick me up, possibly months. I figure I should at least be able to entertain myself in the meantime. Get it?
Oh, and how many of you guys are taking crew? From what I hear, I really need to get out to sea. Never really sailed before, but I AM the pilot of the most advanced space vessel in the galaxy. Can't be that different, right? I mean, besides...you know. All the water.
15 July 2014 @ 02:51 pm
[A sound emerges first before any voice, almost as though somebody is...prodding something, maybe? And then a light gasp, quickly covered up.]
Okay, looks like this is working now. I didn't exactly *plan* to be spending my birthday on some island that's apparently no where *near* Ylisse, but then, my plan was much less interesting!
Here I am, dropped into a world-
[The sound of scribbling notes, apparently not in the journal as they don't appear. Owain's managed to procure another few slips of paper, and he's not sure how writing and speaking into his journal will function at the same time, so for now he's playing it safe.]
-but at least it seems like it should be an adventure! And smack in the middle of a carnival no less, having washed up on a beach with just this book and the clothes on my back, but I could see the fireworks from there.
Anyway, I've been told other people can hear this-is anybody from home here, maybe? Or, if not anybody from home, anyone else interested in taking on one of the greatest swordsmen to ever visit this realm or others? If I'm here, I need to find a way home, else my dream of finding Mystletainn-
[One could practically hear the capital letter, the reverence with which Owain uttered the sword's name.]
-will never be realized.
[He'd very seriously considered what to say, words chosen carefully, and as anyone from Ylisse would note, without (much) in the way of his dramatics. Better not to scare off any potential crew. Yet.]
10 July 2014 @ 12:19 pm
[there is absolutely no warning before a high-pitched, distressed, loud voice emerges from the journal.]
WHO. DID. THIS.
[well, she figured out the voice function... there is an aggressive sigh, then a groan that is dragged out as long as her lungs and throat permit.]
This is NOT Fiji! This is not Monaco, or Bermuda, or Dubai, or even TOKYO! I know well enough that WHATEVER THIS IS ISN'T HOME OR A VACATION SPOT AND WHOEVER BROUGHT ME HERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION WILL BE SENT ON A HOUSHAKUJI SHIP TO ANTARCTICA AND LEFT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES FROM THE SUN ENTERING THROUGH THE ENORMOUS HOLE IN THE OZONE LAYER AND RABID PENGUINS!!!!!!
[there's another groan, and you can practically hear her pulling out her hair. yelling isn't going to help her-- screaming into a book isn't the same as tearing into a real person.]
Though, whoever helps me get home will be handsomely rewarded with as much money as they can carry to wherever they want. And I'll be grateful too! Don't think that I'm some unappreciative wretch. The sooner I get back to my room in Japan, the sooner everyone will be happy. I don't like that I've been KIDNAPPED! It's all fine and well in fiction but HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME?!?! I'm ready to leave, no doubt about it! I saw a guy stab another guy. The first guy peed on him, so I mean it was a little deserved but I SHOULDN'T SEE ANYONE GET STABBED OR PEED ON OR SPIT LIKE FIFTEEN FEET!!! DOES NO ONE HERE KNOW MANNERS?!?!?!
[there's a soft sob, followed by squelch (possibly underfoot), then a shriek and rapid-fire swearing in japanese.]
Oh. My god. I do not know what I stepped in, but it was something AWFUL!!!! MY SHOE IS RUINED... This is terrible! Is this the commoner life? I can't handle this. Who has a private jet I can borrow? It's Renge Houshakuji. My family will pay yours back double, I promise!
WHO. DID. THIS.
[well, she figured out the voice function... there is an aggressive sigh, then a groan that is dragged out as long as her lungs and throat permit.]
This is NOT Fiji! This is not Monaco, or Bermuda, or Dubai, or even TOKYO! I know well enough that WHATEVER THIS IS ISN'T HOME OR A VACATION SPOT AND WHOEVER BROUGHT ME HERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION WILL BE SENT ON A HOUSHAKUJI SHIP TO ANTARCTICA AND LEFT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES FROM THE SUN ENTERING THROUGH THE ENORMOUS HOLE IN THE OZONE LAYER AND RABID PENGUINS!!!!!!
[there's another groan, and you can practically hear her pulling out her hair. yelling isn't going to help her-- screaming into a book isn't the same as tearing into a real person.]
Though, whoever helps me get home will be handsomely rewarded with as much money as they can carry to wherever they want. And I'll be grateful too! Don't think that I'm some unappreciative wretch. The sooner I get back to my room in Japan, the sooner everyone will be happy. I don't like that I've been KIDNAPPED! It's all fine and well in fiction but HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME?!?! I'm ready to leave, no doubt about it! I saw a guy stab another guy. The first guy peed on him, so I mean it was a little deserved but I SHOULDN'T SEE ANYONE GET STABBED OR PEED ON OR SPIT LIKE FIFTEEN FEET!!! DOES NO ONE HERE KNOW MANNERS?!?!?!
[there's a soft sob, followed by squelch (possibly underfoot), then a shriek and rapid-fire swearing in japanese.]
Oh. My god. I do not know what I stepped in, but it was something AWFUL!!!! MY SHOE IS RUINED... This is terrible! Is this the commoner life? I can't handle this. Who has a private jet I can borrow? It's Renge Houshakuji. My family will pay yours back double, I promise!