03 . boat log!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and existing CR. If your character has met the Emperor and would respond positively to an invite, jump on in. (If you're not sure, ask me at ochrona!)
What: A voyage out to sea! This is a mingle log; feel free to toplevel and tag around.
When: Ambiguously around New Year's.
Where: The Pthumerian Ocean.

Content Warnings: Undead sailors, flesh-eating crabs, tentacles, corpses; Deer-standard levels of inherent fleshy horror. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

[ See John's toplevel for prompts, and feel free to tag in brackets or prose! ]

Comments

[hauntedsavior]

[hey, it's good enough for anna. she also realizes that it might be a little silly to sing this shanty back and forth to each other when they totally could be having a normal conversation about stuff—and, as she looks past her captain and sees the reaction, she has a different idea. so, still to the tune that's in her head forever now, she sings,]

—the Billy o' Tea, and how the fuck do you know this song, you aren't from Earth, my duuude.

[please. indulge her.]

[lipochrome]

[ said daughter is lying on the deck a few feet away, face turned up towards the sky and hands covering her shades which are covering her eyes. this is the worst. having parents is bad, actually. how the fuck do people live like this. ]

Lorrrd, [ gideon whines, a title she now only uses when she's incredibly annoyed with him ] could you not. Or just throw me overboard. Either one.

[ she'll take the ocean over...whatever the fuck this is. honestly, the pouty lyctor had the right of it. yuck! pfaugh! ]

[necrolord]

[ Oh, no, he's being challenged by children.

Nothing for it. He hasn't sung anything since before they lost Ulysses, and even then, not well. He returns a crooked smile, and replies in his soft low voice: ]

Oh, it's a curious thing
Around here all the songs they sing
Seem to have a familiar ring
I'm 'fraid that's all I know

[ This was not very good. He looks delighted. Over the continued beat, he turns to raise his eyebrows at the anguished form of his daughter on the deck. ]

You could always give it a try.

[hauntedsavior]

[anna's still going for it, keeping the beat constant, though she needs a few extra bars to think of the right way to approach it. she leans forward, ignoring the part about how these songs all seem to sound familiar to this dude, and directs her voice—and her lyrics—at gideon instead.]

We've not been two weeks from shore,
And Gid-e-on is a massive bore!
Now here's the chorus one time more,
So Gideon fucking goooo:

[and she keeps the beat going, and she is not going to stop until everyone is singing along. that is a threat.]

[lipochrome]

[ Oh, no, she's being ganged up on! This is the worst!! Gideon does not get up from the deck, but she rolls over so that her face isn't pressed against the floor.

If singing will get them to stop, then fine. She'll sing. But not loudly, because if Harrow hears her, it's all over. ]

Soon may this voyage be done
There's nothing out here but waves and sun
Now that you've had your fun
I'll take my leave and go

[ there!! happy?? ]