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Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:33 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Why is she...? Jenny thought, perplexed as to why Marc felt the need to complement her and Captain Frost, her 'husband'... when she remembered that the Captain had instructed her to "complement everyone." Nice going, Frosty. Way to not be as clear as you need to be, as usual.
We probably should have gone over some table manners, Jenny observed as Marc reached over her to get the potatoes- while everyone else was still on their salads. Oh well, too late now. And then Admiral Griffin entered stage left. Marc was clearly nervous about this, well, as could be expected. Could things get any worse? Well, if her premonition was correct, it was a definite possibility. - There was no comeback on God's green earth for that. "Well that wasn't... er..." Aiden mumbled and growled. "We'll see about that," he added haughtily at the end, making some attempt to keep a shred of dignity. He moved his men out with no further ado to the liquor store. He knocked on the door, and when the proprietor answered, he put on his best facsimile of a grin. "Why hello there, good sir. I've been told that my good friend Mr. Johnson is in town and he ordered a barrel of rum... if at all possible I'd like to deliver it to him and his party as a surprise gift." The man blinked. "If I may say, it is quite nice of you to do such a thing for those poor refugees and their hardworking benefactors. I’ve heard their story from the baker- poor things. Indeed, they have not yet paid-" Aiden stifled an annoyed grumble and dug out his wallet, paying for the cask. "Why thank you, sir, I'm sure they will most appreciate this!" "Oh, they will," Aiden smiled slyly. "Might I inquire as to where they are staying? I couldn't have very well asked them, I would have spoilt the surprise!” He winked with gusto. He could have gagged on his own gaiety, fake though it was. “Well sir, they’re just down the hill at the Yellow Canary Inn,” the liquor storeowner answered as he rolled out the great cask of rum from the back. “Here’s it is, have a nice day!” Aiden and his men rolled the cask down the hill with difficulty- they had to go extremely slowly, and stop and lift the damned thing anytime they came across a rock or ditch. So by the time they made it safely down and into the inn, the younger Admiral had beaten him. He knew this because he heard Griffin’s voice as he approached the dining room doors. “Wait outside,” he said to his men, motioning for them to split up and guard the perimeter of the building. Too many soldiers in one area would be a definite red flag to the rest of the pirates… as they were undoubtedly still split up. And so he alone entered the place, rolling the cask himself- he was strong enough to do it when on an even surface. He propped it up in a corner in the hall outside the dining room, but did not enter- instead he crouched down behind the keg, underneath a table with several candles and a bowl for business cards. He could hear the commotion in the dining room from where he sat, but no one could see him. A perfect stakeout. He believed Griffin could handle this alone. Well... at least better than Aiden could, hopped up on rage and embarrassment as he was. And if he couldn't handle it, Aiden and his men had the building surrounded. The pirates would not escape. OOC:Ending it here because my brain died O__o;
Edit: he's gonna wait outside now! xd |
Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 1:37 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme It had been several years since Marc became Frost's first mate. In that time, she had fought by his side in countless battles, enacted his orders quickly, efficiently, and effectively with little to no instruction, and had been essential in completing a host of complicated plans and naval maneuvers. She was brilliant, really, and seemed to have a particular ability to understand exactly what Frost wanted to convey, often without him even breathing a word. In short, she was the best pirate he could hope to have on his crew.
Unfortunately, she failed miserably as a lady. Just how she could fail as often and as severely as she was at this dinner rather perplexed Frost. Or, more precisely, it horrified him. It was very fortunate for everyone involved that he had as excellent a mastery over his own expression as he did. Needless to say, the event would have turned out far worse if he hadn't. Considering how bad it already was, that was truly saying something. Nevertheless, horrified or no, Frost was not about to let a slight lack of experience ruin their cover. In Marc's case, it was an egregious lack, but he still wasn't going to simply let it go. "You truely are too kind to everyone," Frost said to his "wife," managing to disguise his tone as praise. "I always laugh a little when you complement the help. Do you not agree that she is too sweet?" Frost said, turning to Mr. Elton, who was sitting across from Jenny. "Oh, oh indeed," the man said, almost convincingly. "You have such a charming wife, Mr. Redford." It was not perfect, but a disaster was averted. When he saw her begin to rise, his eyes bulged, but just for a moment. After he recovered, he said indulgently to her, "Oh dear, you are too much," he said, managing a fairly convincing chuckle, though his eyes didn't show any mirth. "We are back in civilization tonight, and among many friends." Turning to Mr. Woodhouse, who was seated across from Frost, he explained, "We ate such meager meals in the last days of our voyage, with a necessary but rather unfortunate lack of ceremony. I fear we are all somewhat used to needing long reaches." As if to emphasize this, he had reached to pick up some pepper to sprinkle on his salad, though not nearly as far as Marc had. "You poor dears," Mr. Woodhouse said compassionately, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Yes, and to make matters worse, I fear that her delicate constitution is as yet unsettled from the seas," Frost said as he looked at Marc. His face showed compassion, but his eyes held a strict promise that she would receive an earful later. "It is such a shame that you cannot handle salads yet, my dear." As for the matter of the fork, for the most part all Frost could do was hope that nobody noticed. But, just in case somebody might, he picked up the correct fork from his own set and began admiring it. "My, but this silverware is simply lovely, do you not agree dear?" Frost said, giving the fork a slight shake and staring straight into Marc's eyes. It was up to her, now. "I cannot say how long it has been since we last used proper utensils, is that not right, Mr. Johnson? To use such splendid ones now is quite an honor." With every word Frost uttered, he could feel his innards tighten. With every "dear" he said, his stomach positively quivered. He was quickly nearly the point where he usually considered himself having said too much at one time, but he knew that there would be considerably more conversation. There was nothing for it but to steel himself and hope that this charade would be over soon. Unfortunately, that was exactly when Admiral Griffin chose to enter. Frost suppressed a grimace when Marc choked on her tea, but there was nothing he could do about that. "Ah, Admiral Griffin, how wonderful to see you now," Frost said, rising to greet him. "Why, it was just the other day when I was lamenting to Mrs. Redford that it would be nice to see you properly. As I recall, the last time I saw you, you were quite occupied and didn't notice me at all! Perhaps now you are more relaxed and have your wits about you, and we may have a pleasant conversation." OOC: Hmm... I think I got everything/everybody. Let me know if I missed something. |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 2:19 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marc didn't know what she was doing wrong. He'd said to compliment everyone, and she had. And she hadn't known that reaching across the table was inappropriate-- he'd never told her that. And salads? She'd assumed the greenery was just to make the table look pretty. It had all been arranged beautifully, and besides, most of the other dishes had some kind of green garnish. She'd thought perhaps the plates of greens were just... bigger garnishes.
When Frost began to gush over the silverware, she wondered for a moment what awful thing she'd done this time. Was it customary to admire the silverware loudly? "Yes," she agreed, "it is lovely." She held up her own fork in imitation, not noticing that her fork and his were not the same. "It's got... such a pretty handle." She wasn't sure whether this was enough, or if she was supposed to continue. "It is quite an honor." Remember always, 'Please' and 'Thank you,' he'd said, and she put this to use now, happy that she'd remembered. "Thank you so much for letting us use them." After Griffin arrived, it took Marc a moment to recover; breathing in tea, she'd discovered, was more unpleasant than drinking the stuff (though, even drinking it was bad. It needed some rum.) Still, she managed to get herself back under control in time to watch him sit down at the table. What? He's staying? Her face fell. Surely he would call them out now, right over dinner. And then-- then they would get to fight their way out! Marc suddenly brightened. She'd been feeling the hilt of her sword digging uncomfortably into her leg ever since she'd sat down, but now it was comforting. She had a sword this time. And this time, when she had to fight, she'd be ready. As nervous as she was about dealing with Griffin, she was more nervous about having to eat with him. So she waited expectantly for the accusation-- Only he didn't say a word about pirates. Not a single word. Marc was, to say the least, extremely disappointed. --- Griffin shot a glare at Radley; he was taunting him, the damned pirate. He continued to glare at him even as he put the smile back on his face. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Redford. I am afraid I was... distracted." A fair admission; he'd fallen for Radley's little plot, after all. Still, it didn't make the taunting sting any less. "I should certainly hope so," he agreed, although his voice had lost its easygoing tones and was beginning to border on cold. This was absurd. He was dining with pirates. But it would hardly be helpful to lose his temper now-- there were other things to think about, besides arresting Radley. Rose's daughter was sitting across the table from him; he didn't want to have to take her back to his father by force, and would much prefer to discuss this whole situation with her. He was sure she would agree that a full pardon was worth a short little trip; to refuse would be entirely illogical. He couldn't very well discuss the particulars in this company, but perhaps talking to her was worth a try. "And Mrs. Redford, I regret that I never did get to hear your opinion on that topic we were discussing at the ball--" "I don't know what you're talking about," she interrupted him. "Don't you?" It was obvious that she was lying. Even had he not known this, he would have been able to guess. Her very posture screamed her discomfort, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. If I could only speak to her for two minutes without her trying to run away or fight me, he thought, but it was clear that this wasn't going to happen; the girl refused to even engage in polite conversation with him. It was extremely trying, especially after her "husband's" comments; he was, in fact, beginning to feel that he was in a rather bad mood, and only hoped that he didn't appear too be to the Mayor and council members. --- "No," she repeated. "I don't." She wasn't sure whether she was supposed to word things in a more flowery manner, as everyone else (even Frost) seemed to be doing, but it was too late now. She'd panicked, a little. And she was sure Frost would have plenty to say about it later, if they lasted until later. Still, she would try to salvage the situation. Change the subject. But what to? She glanced down; the silverware, apparently, was a generally accepted point of discussion. And everyone she knew (pirates, but still) was always eager to brag about the cost of various fine goods (not that they usually had many.) Perhaps these people were the same. She cleared her throat gently, attempting to draw attention away from Griffin's questions. "The silverware is very impressive. How much did it cost?" OOC:Major MarcFail. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:02 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny would have been (inwardly) mortified at Marc's terrible manners, but there was a Griffin to mess with. They could not outright chase Griffin away or fight him- or even overtly insult him- and so the only avenue open was to unsettle him enough so that he would leave or snap. Something had to give, or else the plan was shot. Decidedly, talking of the silverware wasn't going to do the trick, so it was up to her... and if there was one thing Jenny excelled at and enjoyed the most, it was tormenting and confusing Navy personnel.
"I am terribly sorry our pleasant reunion at the ball was cut short, Sir Griffin," Jenny began. "But it gladdens me to see you so soon! It has been positively forever since my wife and I have seen you- she would be here to greet you, but I'm afraid she caught a bad case of flagititus and had to stay home with our 37 cats." She nodded solemnly and a few of the officials nodded along as well- they had no idea what she was talking about, but were faking politeness. "I never did get to ask you- did you get that problem taken care of?" Here she paused to 'wait for an answer,' and from some small motion of his, she pretended to get one. "You... can't? Oh, how unfortunate." She winked. - Aiden drummed his fingers, waiting. He eyed the keg of rum, wishing there was some way to open it. He could really use a drink. OOC:Poor, poor Griffin. She'll confuse him even more by throwing in some legitimate stuff! LOL. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:26 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme She... she didn't. No, of course not. She couldn't be that thick-headed. Nobody could.
Could they? Frost mentally reviewed all the things he'd recently suggested to Marc, but thought them all reasonable. That she hadn't switched forks was a very big clue, but to what, Frost didn't know. Something had obviously gone wrong somewhere -- very wrong -- but the captain couldn't quite place his finger on it. He would not let this problem get to him, however, and took a deep breath before moving on. Distraction was the best thing he could come up with, here. There was no way at hand to cover for Marc's asking after the silverware's price, not really. So, it was time to distract. "Admiral Griffin, I've been meaning to ask -- are you quite alright?" Frost just managed to convey some sense of concern in his voice. It was a stretch, to be sure, and he felt like he would later lose his dinner, but it was there. "I heard some... unsavory fellows infiltrated a recent ball you intended and that you got in a terrible scrape with them." That caught a few people's attention. "How did that turn out, if I may? Did you apprehend those vicious souls?" "Here, here," chimed in the mayor. "What is this all about, Admiral? You must favor us with a story of your military heroics!" |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:47 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Oh, dear lord, thought Griffin, just barely restraining himself from staring openly at the girl. He had a feeling his father wanted to take her under his wing, turn her into a lady, assimilate her into polite society-- he'd managed rather well with the Kearney woman, but the girl looked like she was going to be a challenge. Given his father's age, Philip was sure whether the old man could handle a challenge. Oh, he'd try, and she would likely fight him. He couldn't handle another disappointment. The damned girl just might be the death of him, if she insisted on clinging to her pirate manners... and, it appeared, she was quite stuck in those manners, if that stunning display of social ineptitude had been any indicator.
Well, this was not good. This Marguerite was proving to be quite different from her mother. Where Rose had at least been tactful, gentle, and socially graceful, her daughter was turning out to be clumsy and awkward, and appeared to excel in little but swordfighting... hardly an acceptable practice for a lady. A disappointment all around, then. He was beginning to wonder whether it might be a better idea simply to let her hang and let his father go on thinking he was still searching for her. His morals protested-- against lying to his father, not against letting the pirate hang-- but he wondered whether some small sacrifices might be prudent in such a situation. He was still pondering the potential benefits of such a lie when Jenny spoke. Wife? He was extremely confused. He knew that "Mr. Johnson" had some connection to Aiden; he didn't know what that connection was, exactly. All he knew for certain was that "Mr. Johnson" was not a man, and that that this pirate was attempting to taunt him as the other had done. Well, he was hardly going to rise to such obvious bait, even though he could feel his temper flaring. He shot a glare at Mr. Johnson, but said nothing. Until Radley spoke again. Unsavory fellows? He was beginning to see red. How dare these pirates play at being respectable people? How dare they walk into a civilized town like this and cheapen the manners and morals of every genuine, well-bred person by pretending to be the same? What right did they have? And now, to sit there so smugly and mock him to his face-- He turned to the Mayor, his expression no longer amicable. "A crew of pirates did infiltrate a recent ball. It was no more than two or three days ago." He turned back to glare at the pirates. "I managed to chase them all the way here, to this very table." The Mayor gasped. "My dear Admiral! What are you implying?" "Consider it more... an open accusation," he replied, "than a mere implication." His voice was cold. "Unlike others at this table, sir, I will be entirely honest with you. I came here in search of these three and their crew, and I cannot allow them to impose themselves on your further." The Mayor stood from his chair, obviously shocked and horrified. "Admiral! I am appalled that you would insult our kind, generous guests in such a manner!" His shock turned quickly to a look of disapproval. "These gentlemen and the lady have traveled far and endured many hardships to help those poor refugees, and they did it out of the goodness of their hearts." He paused. "If you cannot show them the courtesy they deserve, Admiral, I am afraid I have no choice but to ask you to leave." "But--" "I will personally vouch for these three. They are my guests here this evening, and I will not stand to see them insulted. Must I escort you out myself, Admiral?" Philip stood, drawing himself up to his full height in an attempt to collect his dignity about him. "That won't be necessary," he replied stiffly. He was not looking at the Mayor; the full force of his glare was directed at Radley. "I apologize, Mr. Redford, Mr. Johnson. Marguerite." The use of her given name was improper, to be sure, but she was only a pirate. And seeing her nearly jump from her seat in surprise was more than worth it. "Enjoy the rest of your dinner." It's the last one you're going to have. --- "I am terribly sorry," said the Mayor, sitting back down. "I've known the Admiral since he was a young boy. He and his father, Lord Griffin, used to vacation here in the summers. I can't imagine what's come over him. I hope you are not terribly offended." He smiled and gestured back to the food on the table. "Shall we continue with our meal?" he asked. "I do hope the Admiral's rudeness has not spoiled anyone's appetite." Marc stared down at her hands, not hearing a word the Mayor was saying. She'd been prepared to fight the Admiral a few moments ago, yes, but that had been when it was just the Admiral. Would he be waiting for them outside? Would he have time to call for half the Navy by the time they finished dinner? She'd never seen Jenny fight (except at the ball, and she'd been distracted.) Frost was exceptional. Marc knew she was also exceptional. She was doing the math in her head, all thoughts of dresses and compliments and which fork to use banished from her mind. It was the first time she'd been really sure of herself and her own knowledge since before that damned ball. If it's just a few officers, we can take them. But what if it was more than a few officers? Did Griffin had time to get more? Had he staked the entire Navy out around this building already? And what about the ship? Even if they managed to run, Griffin would almost certainly have men guarding the ship. She supposed they might be able to fight their way past them, but that wasn't a foolproof plan. Was there still a way to arrange a "tour" for the "refugees?" That was still, as far as she knew, the plan. And it would guarantee them a ship, if they could pull it off. If they could pull it off. They would have to find some way to detail Griffin, or he'd certainly warn his men to look out for them. She looked to Frost for answers-- when it came down to it, she always did-- and waited for him to tell her what they were going to do. --- Philip left the dining hall but not the building. He wanted to keep an eye on the doors to the dining room, to watch for the pirates' exit. He would not stand by and watch them escape. Perhaps it might be prudent to conceal himself... He glanced around. A desk, a cask of rum-- "Aiden?" He hadn't seen him on his way out of the dining hall. The angle was perfect. Well. He was right. "You have the building surrounded?" he asked, his voice sharp. He was tired of playing these games. "We'll make the arrest as soon as they try to leave. They'll hang the minute we're back in England." |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 1:26 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Each successive taunt added onto Griffin's annoyance like steam building up in a kettle... until the final one landed, and he lost control of himself. Thankfully, he was not Aiden, or they would all be presently trapped beneath the dinner table. Yes! Jenny thought as he walked off in a huff.
And then she realized- everything had changed now. They needed to know where the troops were, and figure a way out... but to do that they'd need to survey the building and also talk and come up with some sort of plan. Neither of which they could do here. They needed to get out before the net was completely closed around them. - "Oh ho, didn't go well, eh?" Aiden smirked. "Yeah, I've got all the exits covered." He rolled out from his hiding spot, and stood up to stretch his arms and back. Idly twirling his handcuffs, he agreed, "They won't escape. And you can bet your ass they'll be dead the very second we hit the docks." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 12:03 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme While rather pleased with himself for managing to trick Griffin into getting himself thrown out so elegantly, Frost was now faced with a dilemma. Griffin dining with them meant that he knew where they were. This meant that it was very likely that others knew where they were. Griffin now being out of the dining room made it even more likely that others knew where they were. Furthermore, with Griffin there, they'd at least known where he was and what he was up to. Now, they had not the slightest clue to either.
The situation was not looking well. Though decidedly and perhaps even admittedly troubled, he refused to let it touch his face. Though it did not perhaps display the false warmth it had earlier, his face maintained at t least its usual stony dignity. Yes, now was one of the times that he, if none else, must remain calm and in control. As he turned to look down the table, he noticed the concern in his first mate's face. She had, of course, recognized their situation as well as he had, and now looked to him for a solution. He was Captain Frost, after all. Solving problems such as these were what he did best. From the corner of his eye, Frost could even make out Jenny's disconcerted expression. She, too, if begrudgingly, must be anxiously hoping for him to come up with an answer to this problem. None immediately presented itself, of course. Worst case -- which could no longer be ruled out -- was that Griffin now had the building surrounded. They were safe for the night, or at least until the Mayor left, but then they would have to fight their way out. Combined with the fact that the crew would still be asleep in their beds, none the wiser, this left them in a rather troublesome state. While he doubted that the crew was captured yet -- with any luck, they were indistinguishable from any of the other patrons of the inns -- they would have no way of helping out their officers. Furthermore, the tour had to be enacted at night, while the officers were distracted, or it would not succeed. As it appeared, that night would have to be the night. Yet, this conclusion still left more questions. How would the crew be roused without arousing suspicion? How could word be gotten to the crew in the first place? As Frost's keen eyes passed over the table again, hoping for some inspiration, they fell upon Jenny. Yes, he very well may have to trust her, yet again. So far it had worked, but would she continue to follow his orders in such an extreme situation? She had been a captain before -- a good one at that -- and certainly knew the situation they were in well. He could only hope that she would see it more beneficial to play along for now. Hope was not something Frost did easily. Unfortunately, any plan he could come up with needed quite a bit of it. Somehow, she would have to prepare a decoy. The refugees would be traveling by land, and would need carriages. Yes, that could work. It would be expensive -- he would at least need to supply a down payment of some sort -- but freedom never has a price. "Ah yes, Mr. Johnson," Frost said, with a rather significant look at Jenny. He doubted that she could read him as well as Marc could, but he hoped that she would understand by the look in his eye and his tone that he was relaying the plan without being too obvious in front of their present company. She had been in high society before, so perhaps she would catch it after all. "Have you yet prepared for the carriages? You will know better than I, but I imagine we shall need at least eight to carry ourselves and our poor refugees inland." There, that was started. Perhaps the mayor or someone would even send their man to prepare it -- that would be ideal, especially if he was stopped by the Navy and questioned. In the meantime, Frost had some reconnaissance to do. "I do hate to leave this wonderful company for even a moment," he said, placing his hand upon his stomach, "but I fear that I may need to retire for a very brief while and recollect myself. Kind sir," Frost continued, addressing the inn owner, "could you have someone show me to a place where I might rest, or perhaps just a hall where I might take a few turns?" "Oh nonsense, you poor soul!" the owner said, almost too passionately -- he was apparently very much given to fearing the worst had happened to people, and always went out of his way for the slightest discomfort. "I shall show you myself! If you will all excuse us." He said, standing up and guiding Frost to the door, who also excused himself. When the door was opened, however, Frost was more than surprised to see both Aiden and Griffin deep in conversation. "Why, Admiral Griffin... and friend?" Frost said, managing easily to not appear too pleased. "I was just hoping to relieve my naval woes, yet here I am met with you charming fellows." OOC: There's a bit of time warp involved, but I'm sure you two can handle it. I wanted to write this down before I forgot.
I left a suggestion for the mayor to respond to frost's question about carriages, if someone wants to use it. Also, the inn owner/anyone in the room's reaction to Aiden and Griffin is up to you two as well. At least this will hopefully get things moving again! |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 12:00 am | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme The Mayor spoke as soon as the owner of the inn had accompanied Mr. Redford out of the room. "Well, I do hope Mr. Redford has not been made too unwell by all this excitement." He, too, had apparently noticed the concern on Marc's face; she hadn't realized it had been showing so clearly until he continued. "My dear Mrs. Redford, please do not trouble yourself further. I shall see to it that Admiral Griffin does not continue to harass you, and I am sure your husband will be quite well in a moment or two."
Marc smiled and nodded, not really sure what she ought to say. She knew perfectly well that Frost wasn't ill or in shock or "indisposed," or however polite mayor-types would word it. She guessed he was probably trying to figure out just how serious the situation was, which was a good plan, although she wasn't entirely sure what was supposed to happen afterward. She had a feeling that fighting their way out, while entertaining, was not the best way to go. Fortunately, the Mayor moved on to Jenny. "Mr. Johnson, I would of course be more than willing to help you arrange for carriages for those poor refugees. Eight of them, I believe he said? Won't you allow me to send someone to take care of that for you?" OOC:Talk about a crap post. I'm gonna let Aiden respond first because, really, I just don't know. >< |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:10 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny was pleasantly surprised at the mayor's offer- it would mean less work for her, and that was always nice. "Oh, why thank you!" She said, bowing. "That would be most helpful. You have been very gracious to us, and we all sincerely appreciate it." And so, presumably the decoy was set up- Jenny hoped to God Griffin was stupid enough to order some men to follow it. Otherwise, it would be rough fighting their way out through three-quarters of his ranks (because, presumably, some of them were left with the ship). It'd take a stroke of luck for them all to get out alive.
What she didn't know was that even if all of Griffin's men followed the carriages, they still had a whole ship's worth of sailors to contend with, thanks to Aiden... so in reality, it wouldn't take a stroke of luck to get out of there: it would take a miracle. Blissfully ignorant that the odds were so terrible, she asked Marguerite, "Could you please pass the potatoes, Mrs. Redford?" Well, no matter what, there was a fight forthcoming; and there was no sense in going into a fight poorly fueled. - Aiden smiled knowingly. "Oh, your woes are just beginning, turncoat." He dangled the handcuffs in front of Frost. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice." He knew it wasn't going to happen the easy way; in fact, he was looking forward to the inevitable fight... but he felt that with Griffin there, he had to ask and keep up some semblance of propriety. OOC:It's totally OK, I don't even know either <____> |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 1:31 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Frost stared at Aiden, forcing his face to reflect what he hoped to be shock. Inside, he couldn't have been happier -- inadvertently, the man had quite possibly just provided his very much needed means of escape. From the corner of his eye, the captain could tell that the innkeeper was sufficiently confused and disconcerted to make this work. The doors to the dining room were also close enough behind him for best effect. Yes, considering the strength of the Mayor's apparent convictions about how wonderful "those poor refugee's saviors" were, this plan could work out very much to Frost's advantage. It was risky, to be certain, but the most rewarding plans were the most risky ones.
"I... why, how dare you, sir!" Frost said, managing to sound convincingly taken aback as he raised his voice. With luck, his indignation could be heard within the dining room. "We have not even been introduced, yet.... An officer of Her Majesty's Navy.... It cannot be borne! I am a humble, loyal Queen's man, doing his duty for God and country, yet... After all I've.... Oh heavens, I feel...." As he trailed off, Frost stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the ground, throwing the doors to the dining room wide open with the weight of his body. The innkeeper was shocked. He looked with a mixture of fear and wonder and anger at the admiral before looking into his dining room. The mayor had stood up in his chair, bearing an expression to mirror his own. "How dare you--" began the innkeeper, before being interrupted by the mayor. "What is the meaning of this?" the mayor said, horrified. "Admiral Griffin, I see you there. You stayed, did you, to torment this poor man further? I see now why you wished to not to be escorted out! Who is this friend of yours, then? Am I to call the police on an English naval officer? You are subject to the law as well, young man, I will have you remember this." OOC: :) I'll leave any further embarassment / other contrivances to you |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:39 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC: Frost fainting = ROFL
Marc passed Jenny the potatoes, silently wondering what Frost had found out by now and how he was going to tell them. Would he return and say something cryptic? She was generally good at figuring out what he meant, although her recent chain of bumbling misinterpretations was causing her to second-guess that ability. But she couldn't really expect him to do anything else, given the current situation. No, she would just have to figure out what he meant and how he planned to get them out of there. If he could get them out of there. She hadn't yet considered the possibility that there was no way out, but she realized now that that could very likely be the case. Immediately, she began to weigh the possibilities-- go quietly, fight, run-- all ended in death, though the first and the last were certainly less dignified. Although (or perhaps because) she was a pirate, Marc had some sense of pride; hanging was not the way she would choose to go. (Or there's the Admiral, a small part of her mind quipped. Half of her was sure he would see her dead without a moment's thought; the other half was wondering why, then, he had been so eager to speak to her. He'd assured her at the ball that he meant her no harm. She was not naive enough to believe words like those on a regular basis, but he had seemed sincere at the time, however mad he might be now. She still didn't know just what he wanted, but she had to acknowledge the fact that he might, perhaps, represent another option. One possibly not involving death.) Frost'll figure something out, she assured herself, a little uneasy at her own mind's ramblings. Of course she wouldn't go with Griffin. There was the whole pride thing to think of. (That same small part of her wondered whether pride was worth her life. Fortunately, the rest of her was able to beat that small part into submission.) He'll get us out. It was only a matter of how, and when, and whether she could recognize his instructions when he gave them. Would she even know? How subtle would he be? His usual style was something like a quick, quiet knock on a door-- you had to be listening for it, and even then, you couldn't quite be sure whether you'd heard it at all. She wished that, for once, he'd skip he knocking and just break down the damn door-- --and then he did. Sort of. She heard him, at least, before he fell through the doorway, so although she was surprised, she had a fairly easy time figuring out what was going on. Still, the fact that she'd jumped from her seat was one part acting and three parts shock. She'd never seen Frost faint before, even if it was entirely planned. Without thinking much, she hurried to his side (partly because she was supposed to be his wife, and partly so she would be there if he had any further instructions for her... although, judging by what she was hearing from the Mayor, further instructions wouldn't be necessary.) A quick glance up at Griffin confirmed this. He was seething-- she could tell by his clenched fists and the set of his jaw as he glared at his companion, the other Admiral from the ball-- but despite this anger, she didn't think he would stay and give them trouble. "I apologize, sir," he said, and Marc breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he stuck to his politeness, they might be all right. "That was not my intention." The Mayor, clearly, did not believe him. "Mr. Elton here," he said, gesturing to the man sitting beside him, "will see both of you out, Admiral, along with whatever other friends you've brought with you." "Of course." Griffin was clearly embarrassed, but held himself together fairly well. "Mr. Elton," he said quietly, his tone contrite, as the man led him out, "if you don't mind, I'd like to apologize to Mr. Redford before I leave. I was far too hasty. Perhaps I might speak to his wife for moment, as he is not well enough yet?" "Absolutely not," replied Elton, glancing back at Marc. She was still by her "husband's" side, not quite sure when it was appropriate to move. "You've already put both Mr. and Mrs. Redford through quite enough. Come along, now." "It's all right," said Marc from behind them. She'd overheard their hushed conversation and was standing now. She was a little bit terrified; something about Admiral Griffin set her on edge and made her want to either draw her sword or run for her life. Perhaps it was knowing that he could beat her in a swordfight, or perhaps it was only a clash of personalities. All she knew was that she didn't like him-- and yet, she was also immensely confused and curious as to why, exactly, he kept wanting to talk to her. "You had something to say, Admiral?" Elton cleared his throat and gave Griffin a look which clearly said, "Hurry up." Then he turned and went over to Aiden, making little "shooing" gestures. "I am terribly sorry for the... misunderstanding," he said, loudly enough for the Mayor to hear that he was, indeed, apologizing. "I should never have made such an accusation against such respectable people." Then, in a lower tone that only Marc could hear: "You're not going to get away. I'll have the entire city surrounded. There's no way out." "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, just as quietly. She thought she knew. "I'm offering you a chance to... clear your name," he said. Marc wished he'd stop staring at her. He seemed to be expecting an answer right this very moment. "All you have to do is come with me to see someone who wants very much to meet you. You don't have to hang alongside the rest of them." And wasn't that exactly what she'd been considering only minutes ago? What if he was right, and they managed to get out of the inn only to find themselves well and truly trapped? Frost was patient, she knew, but he would not be content to stay here for long. And as soon as he tried to leave, they would all be finished. "The offer stands," Griffin said, obviously reading her indecision well. "If you decide to come to your senses, you may let me know at any time." Well, she certainly wasn't going to walk out of here with him. She needed time to think. Right now, the thought of leaving the captain and crew that she'd grown so used to was ridiculous; however, Marc was an extremely practical person, and her rational side was putting up a very strong fight against her loyalty. She couldn't make a choice now-- for all she knew, they might get out just fine anyway, which would make this whole thing a non-issue-- and he was still staring at her. "Admiral!" she exclaimed, outwardly scandalized, knowing full well that there were kinder ways of getting him to leave but not feeling particularly generous toward him at the moment. "How dare you suggest such a thing?" Mr. Elton and the Mayor were both there in a flash. Elton all but physically dragged Griffin out, while the Mayor fussed over Marc. "Mrs. Redford, are you all right? What did the Admiral say to you?" He glared at the two officers' backs as they left the inn, presumably along with whatever men they'd brought with them. "There, there, my dear, he's gone now. You see? Mr. Redford will be all right as well. Please don't trouble yourself further, madam. The Admiral won't bother you again. Won't you have a seat? Come, let me get you a glass of wine." Marc wanted very much to drink the whole bottle of wine. Rum would've been better, but if that poncy booze was all that was available, then she would have settled for it without a moment's hesitation. Well, nevermind. There were things to do. "Thank you," she said, "but I'm all right." She went back to Frost, not really sure how one was supposed to treat someone who'd just fainted. Well, perhaps she ought to just sit here in this nearby chair and wait. Surely he would tell her what to do? Except she more or less already knew what to do. Had she been thinking about it, she might have realized that her ability to read Frosts's non-instructions was back. The fact was that they still needed a ship to get out of here, and with the Admirals gone, now was their chance to go take care of that. And time was not on their side; the longer they waited, the more likely it was that the Admirals would find the rest of the crew, or even return to their ship, which would mess things up considerably. "I probably ought to go make sure the refugees' tour is still on for this evening," she said, standing again. "Mr. Johnson, perhaps you would go check on the refugees as well in a bit? I'm sure they have a lot on their minds already. They might need to be reminded about the tour." She knew she was taking a risk as it was; the Admirals may very well have returned to their ships after being kicked out. But she would probably be safer there than either Jenny or Frost; if it came down to it, she could pretend she was there to take him up on his offer. (Or, she might actually be forced to take him up on his offer. He seemed a decent enough man not to be suggesting anything vulgar. If it came down to it, perhaps Griffin was her best chance of getting out of here. But then, what good was getting out of here if she was stuck on a Navy ship with no way of getting back to the open sea? Damnit. Maybe she'd just hang, then, if the situation became that desperate.) She waited for Frost to either confirm her course of action or to stop her. OOC:Poor Griffin. Getting kicked out and embarrassed so many times... XD
Sorry it's like a novel. >< |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 12:22 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Well this being dead right now is too sad, so I'm taking matters into my own hands, somewhat. Here's hoping I remember what's going on!
Managing to almost convince even himself that he was only just recovering from a fainting spell, Frost gingerly began to sit up. After patting his forehead briefly with a handkerchief he revealed from within his jacket, he got to his feet with the help of Mr. Elton. "Yes... my dear," Frost said unsteadily as he was helped over to a chair and offered a glass of wine. He was glad of the convenient cover that his supposedly feeling faint provided; that hesitation in addressing his "wife" might have been quite noticeable, otherwise. "Our guests must have priority over me, please. I should go myself, of course, but I think I know you too well to expect that you would allow me, given the situation." Turning to the mayor, with what he hoped was an indulgent smile, he added, "She is the kindest wife, and obedient, but I tell you she can put her foot down when it comes to my health. How could I say no to such a sweet face in such a situation?" Frost rather wondered that his voice had not gone yet. With some small measure of humor, he decided that he'd spoken more in the past hour or so at this dinner than he had ever spoken upon the seas in his life. OOC: *coughpostcough* Let's wrap this up so we can get to some more fun! |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 1:03 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny chuckled. That Frost, he sure knows how to make an entrance. At a glare from Mr. Elton, she quickly turned it into a cough. When Frost recovered from his 'condition,' she knew the plan was on. She stood, not too quickly as to be suspicious, or, God forbid, tip the chair. "I shall check on the refugees presently, I think. A good after-dinner walk shall clear my head of this..." Here, she looked down her nose and gestured at the Admirals, "Foolishness." She bowed and bid the Mayor and company goodnight, and was off.
She bumped into an unfortunate surprise waiting just outside the dining room. "This wasn't what I had in mind when I said 'the hard way.'" Aiden was muttering, shaking his head. Their shoulders contacted for just a moment, and during that time, so did their eyes. 'Not now, unfortunately,' their glares said. Jenny ran out the door, taking full advantage of the situation. For some reason, Aiden was letting her go, and she wasn't about to stop and waste precious time finding out why. Aiden gave Griffin a wild-eyed look, palms up in the universal what-are-you-doing gesture. "Now what?" Exasperated, he kicked the rum cask. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 1:40 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Griffin glared at Aiden, hoping silently that he'd sprain an ankle one of these days, kicking things the way he did. Calm rationality was the way to go in a situation like this. Besides, Mr. Elton did not appear content to leave them in the entryway; he had followed them out, and was still shooing them away. "Get your men away from the building as well," he snapped, planting himself in the doorway as though he fully planned to watch them remove the soldiers surrounding the hotel. Perhaps he did; either way, Philip had promised to do so-- not that he'd had much choice-- and therefore he would do so.
He could attempt to continue keeping the hotel under surveillance, he supposed. Aiden's little friend had already left, but it was the other girl that he was concerned with. Would it be worth the risk to stay here? No, he decided. They could catch all of the damned pirates, and of course she would be with them. Better to be patient. Even if he managed to get Marguerite on her own (a possibility which he very much doubted), there was no way to convince her just yet. He could throw her in the brig with that blabbering bald fellow they'd caught trying to blow up one of his ships, but he knew very well that she would fight him tooth and nail, and he couldn't very well present her to his father if she really had her heart set on being an uncivilized... pirate. "Come on," he said, gesturing to his men to leave their posts and follow him and Aiden. "They don't have a ship. There are enough soldiers at the docks to keep them from fighting their way onto another one. They'll have to leave by land." He paused, and turned to Aiden. "We need to surround the city. You and I should check every post personally-- make sure there are enough men, with enough weapons to stop their whole bloody crew. I will not have them slipping through our fingers again." --- Mr. Elton returned a few minutes later. "Nothing to worry about, Mr. Redford," he said, back to his jovial self. "I just saw both of the Admirals off myself, and they took their whole army with them. You shouldn't have any more trouble from them." Marguerite wanted very much to ask which direction they'd gone in. If they'd headed back toward the docks, well... an involuntary shudder ran down her spine. Being surrounded by that many officers (probably including Griffin, who scared her, and Aiden, who was just insane) was not a pleasant thought. She had her sword tucked up beneath her skirt; she'd worn less petticoats than she should have, in fact, just to be sure she could get to it quickly if she needed to. Still, she didn't know how many of them she could take out. Enough to get out alive? Perhaps. Perhaps, but probably not. Well, maybe they'd gone somewhere else. Perhaps they really were surrounding the city, as Griffin had threatened. In that case, she thought, she'd better go organize their little tour now, before they got finished and returned to the ships. "Mr. Redford," she began, then paused, still not sure whether she ought to be calling him 'dear' as he was doing to her. She decided it was a detail that wasn't worth the trouble. "I know you wanted to come help me organize the tour for the refugees, but you are not well. I think I should go alone, and if you are better, you can always meet me there later, with Mr. Johnson and the others. They should be returning here soon, I think." She turned to the mayor and smiled. "Thank you so much for dinner. The silverware is lovely." The mayor looked confused for a moment, but apparently decided that this was charming, rather than weird. "Of course, my dear. We shall look forward to seeing you after the tour. I do hope you have a good time, and... I'm certainly glad you found the silverware acceptable." The hotel owner nodded. "We'll have your rooms ready when you return," he said. "No doubt, you will be more than ready to retire by then. Might I have one of these gentlemen escort you to the docks? Mr. Elton, perhaps?" "No, thank you," replied Marguerite. She was fairly certain that they were waiting for more of an explanation as to why a young woman would want to travel alone, but she gave them none. This polite lady act was exhausting. "I'll see you later." She felt better once she was outside. The company had been nice enough, she guessed, but fresh air was definitely preferable, even if it was missing the salty sting that it held when they sailed. In fact, every step toward the docks made her feel better-- perhaps it was merely the sight of the ships growing nearer, their masts reaching toward the sky, or it might have been due to the fact that she had a very good feeling about all of this. There was still the possibility that Griffin had returned to his ship, but she thought it more likely that he was off somewhere else trying to set his traps. And anyway, she was nearly at the ships now, and there was no sign of anyone even noticing her, much less attempting to put her in irons. "Excuse me," she called, spotting a young man standing near one of the two ships. "Excuse me, sir, might I have a quick word with--" Oh. "--with you?" she finished, hoping that her shock hadn't been too obvious. He looks just like the Captain. Well, perhaps that wasn't so odd. She tried to remember whether Frost had ever mentioned siblings, and couldn't recall-- but then, he rarely mentioned anything at all, so that didn't mean anything. And anyway, it might just be a coincidence, although she very strongly doubted that. "Do you have a moment? I won't take up too much of your time." OOC:Sorry I kind of moved Aiden out of there... I'm trying to keep things going, which means they needed to clear out, but if this is a problem, please let me know and I can go back and change it.
Also, I am apparently incapable of writing a short post. |
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