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tampered2006-07-18 05:23 pm
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Log: Ongoing (Cupid Day pt 2)
When: Cupid day, late afternoon
Rating: R (oh noes. The slashiness of it all! ...and see how I resisted the temptation to say "Arr"?)
Characters: Jack Sparrow and James Norrington
Summary: The most recent curse of the city finds Captain Sparrow and Commodore Norrington hopelessly in love with each other. The only answer is to give in to their desires.
Log:
A blissfully intoxicated Commodore Norrington wandered through the streets, stopping occasionally to add to a bunch of flowers he was gathering (odd how the things seemed to be sprouting all over the city). He'd passed the smoking remains of some kind of explosion a bit ago, and noted with some confusion that the charred bricks seemed to be reforming themselves. Dismissing it as some kind of city nonsense, he had wandered past. At last he found himself at the building marked eight, and put his hand on the door. There was a whirring sound overhead and a girl on flying boots shot over his head. He shrugged nonchalantly, and pushed the door open.
Inside Building eight, Jack Sparrow stands a ways down the corridor, leaning against the door to room thirteen with his arms crossed over his chest and a rum bottle hanging loosely from one hand. His shirt hangs mostly open and he's wearing little more than that and his trousers. As Jack hears the front door open and close, a wicked smile spreads slowly on his lips. He opens his eyes a small bit and tilts his head towards Norrington. "Glad you could make it, love. I was beginning t'worry." He pushes off from the door and pulls it open, waving the commodore inside with the rum bottle sloshing in his hand.
Norrington smiled in pure delight to see his absolutely most beloved one leaning nonchalantly against the door. He was quite overcome by joy and shyness. "Oh. Yes, of course, I couldn't possibly stay away." He smiled again and followed Jack inside the room. "I brought these." He said, fishing around inside his jacket and extracting a pair of fluffy pink plastic handcuffs. "Absolutely useless, look at them, they'd snap in a second if you actually tried to secure a prisoner with th...." He looked up and around him in astonishment. "Good Lord. Where did the building go?"
Rating: R (oh noes. The slashiness of it all! ...and see how I resisted the temptation to say "Arr"?)
Characters: Jack Sparrow and James Norrington
Summary: The most recent curse of the city finds Captain Sparrow and Commodore Norrington hopelessly in love with each other. The only answer is to give in to their desires.
Log:
A blissfully intoxicated Commodore Norrington wandered through the streets, stopping occasionally to add to a bunch of flowers he was gathering (odd how the things seemed to be sprouting all over the city). He'd passed the smoking remains of some kind of explosion a bit ago, and noted with some confusion that the charred bricks seemed to be reforming themselves. Dismissing it as some kind of city nonsense, he had wandered past. At last he found himself at the building marked eight, and put his hand on the door. There was a whirring sound overhead and a girl on flying boots shot over his head. He shrugged nonchalantly, and pushed the door open.
Inside Building eight, Jack Sparrow stands a ways down the corridor, leaning against the door to room thirteen with his arms crossed over his chest and a rum bottle hanging loosely from one hand. His shirt hangs mostly open and he's wearing little more than that and his trousers. As Jack hears the front door open and close, a wicked smile spreads slowly on his lips. He opens his eyes a small bit and tilts his head towards Norrington. "Glad you could make it, love. I was beginning t'worry." He pushes off from the door and pulls it open, waving the commodore inside with the rum bottle sloshing in his hand.
Norrington smiled in pure delight to see his absolutely most beloved one leaning nonchalantly against the door. He was quite overcome by joy and shyness. "Oh. Yes, of course, I couldn't possibly stay away." He smiled again and followed Jack inside the room. "I brought these." He said, fishing around inside his jacket and extracting a pair of fluffy pink plastic handcuffs. "Absolutely useless, look at them, they'd snap in a second if you actually tried to secure a prisoner with th...." He looked up and around him in astonishment. "Good Lord. Where did the building go?"
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"Whatever I please, dear Captain Sparrow." He replied. "Whatever I please."