[BBS & ACTION! The Action is open for 4th wall, BBS isn't] Let's keep the party going

[fierybluebird]

[First on the BBS this message will appear:]

Hey everyone! My Pops is here! You might have seen him, they managed to shrink him from twenty-five feet to like 9 or 10, but he still has his trademark mustache!

We're going into town for drinks. Don't worry, I know how skittish that would make the locals, so we'll have it outside a little away from civilization, Grell and I will just buy the drinks and bring them over to him.

Everyone's invited though, eh! Bring your friends from back home too!

[And then true to his word, Marco will be throwing the biggest block party ever with as many drinks as they can buy/steal/acquire. Feel free to come, bring food, share some drinks, gawk at the freaks, whatever you're in the mood for. Marco himself will be basically walking on air perpetually. Omg his Daddy's alive! (Insert fanboy screaming here.) Threadjumping is encouraged all over this, go wild!]

Comments

[espio]

Probably either throw up or fall asleep.

[He doesn't know. He's "careful" with alcohol and has never really gone beyond "a bit giddy."]

[fierybluebird]

That doesn't sound fun at all.

[You're letting him down already :< but no, he's just joking around.]

[espio]

I'm just guessing. But I suppose I could join in for a little bit. Just not long enough to get roped into cleaning up.

[fierybluebird]

No clean up crew I promise.

[espio]

You'd better stick to it!

[fierybluebird]

I promise as a Whitebeard pirate!

I don't have a stronger oath.

[espio]

[... ... scowl. Then shrug.]

Fine, then.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

[fierybluebird]

Excellent. Now you're really one of us.

[Evil smirk.]

[espio]

...what's with that look?

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] Just kidding, eh.

There's an old idea that once you share drinks and fights with a pirate you're brothers for life.

[espio]

I'm not a pirate.

[But he looks vaguely amused anyway. So.]

[fierybluebird]

Have a few drinks and we'll see your tune.

Besides, maybe you can convert me.

[espio]

Into what?

[fierybluebird]

A vigilante. Something less law-breaking.

[espio]

[Pfff.]

Yeah. Can't see that happening, somehow!

And it's a good thing you didn't say "hero." Saves me spoiling the party - dragging you to Kadowaki.

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] I'd sooner slit my throat. [Sticks his tongue out, but no seriously, he fucking hates heroes still.]

Come on, we were sort of vigilantes back home. We mostly beat the crap out of other pirates and protected islands. Aside from the vengeance and justice thing, we aren't that dissimilar.

[espio]

Uh-huh.

[Well, he's not taking that too seriously. I mean, come on. Pirate.]

Still say vengeance is just primal justice.

[fierybluebird]

If you say so. [Small smirk like "Halfway to the darkside, just a few more steps Espio, just a few more..."]

[espio]

Will you stop smirking at me? It's creepy.

[fierybluebird]

I have no idea what you mean.

[espio]

It's like this "I'm going to make you a pirate, let's go break stuff and steal shit" face. Come to the dark side, we have turnips, or whatever.

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs so hard at that.]

We do have turnips. I bet you I could even find turnip beer. ~Come to the dark side.~

[espio]

[He doesn't have anything to throw. Except Welsh cakes, and that would be a waste of good food. But oh, does he wish he had something to throw right now.]

You won't have turnips much longer.

[fierybluebird]

[Holds up his hands.]

Okay, okay I'll be good.

[espio]

Too late.