Family Log

[fierybluebird]

Who: Marco, Grell, Namur, Ace, Espio, pirate family + anyone else who feels the desire to drop in on a gathering of tattooed, flashily-dressed, heavily-drinking pirates in a public place.
What: Family meeting & Floorplans
Where: Traveling between bars. AND Cities. AND the library. They might also be illegally trespassing. Stop them if you dare. (Marco just shout "BEAT IT" and they'll all scatter and regroup elsewhere though...)
When: Herding cats is easier, so whenever Marco can get them all in one spot really.
Rating/Warnings: It's... Marco and family. It'll be all over the place. Violent, drinking, sexual innuendo out the ear, etc. YOU ARE WARNED.



At least with cats they would either keep to one den, or could be easily bribed with warmth and lured with feathers and balls of string. Okay, Espio could be bribed with warmth, and Grell and Ace could be lured with feathers and string, and Namur was smart enough to do what Marco needed when he said he needed it, but timing it all together was the painful part.

He sent out a mass text to the family(tm) with a time and location "subject to change due to interference." Indeed, he was already banking on that. It was hard to keep track of which places Ace might have eat'n'run from, where Namur and Grell might cause more attention than not, and where they could lay out blueprints and discuss the end of the worlds, assassinations, and... what have you.

If anyone asks though, they are actually being the most nerdy of nerds and playing a wargame.

Yeah........

That's it.

A wargame.

Nothing weird and suspicious about that at all.

Marco even brought along special chess pieces to set up on the corners of his maps and scrolls to make it look good.

He's so got this.

Just don't ask him the rules of the game, or he will absolutely make up some grade A bullshit on the fly. He has experience with this.

Comments

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[orangeoutlaw]

[the world is a blur behind him and he looks kinda panicked]

Marco! Are you in the library? Say you're in the library!

[video]

[fierybluebird]

Yes?

[video]

[orangeoutlaw]

Third floor. West. Second window to the right. Open it! Open it!

[video]

[fierybluebird]

[Runs to do!]

[video]

[orangeoutlaw]

[jumps the roof and comes sailing in through the open window on a skateboard, hops on the railing and grinds all the way down]

WAHOOOOOOOOOO!

*looms over Marco's shoulder*

[puscrunch]

Nothin' to see here!

[fierybluebird]

[Busy plotting universal rule. No biggie.]

LIBRARY Because she does go there often enough

[enchantressofore]

[ At some point in the day, Adela has gone away from the garage and instead to look up more medical texts. This time it's to find out which ones are the best to reference for a particular procedure, but what she's not expecting is to see a familiar blond-haired bird man and...

... Is that... Oh.

Somehow, the thought never occurred to her that the red-haired women she'd encountered some times before is Marco's wife. For a few long moment's she's staring, surprised, and when she catches herself Adela tries to shake it off as it seems like they're distracted with something else.

She can talk to Marco another time, really. So Adela's going to turn her chair and try to find another table in the library so that they can work and... Do whatever it is they're doing with Grell sitting across Marco's lap in peace. ]

[orangeoutlaw]

[is asleep on a nearby banister like a jungle cat on a tree limb so no help there]

[enchantressofore]

[ Ace the power of sleeping comfortably in any position is a power only cats should have.

You are not allowed. ]

[orangeoutlaw]

[cats and pirates can do whatever they want]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, Namur has to keep distracting himself too, though it's harder because he doesn't really care about the PDA so much as the smell. He'd rather not feel like murdering someone, but he is what he is and it can't be helped. So finding someone else to pick on would be great. He gets up for the umpteenth time and paces within earshot of the family meeting until he catches a recent Adela trail.

Perfect!

Namur slips away quickly to hunt her down.]

Hey, mind helpin' me out for awhile?

Action

[enchantressofore]

Huh? Uhm, all right. What do you need help with?

[ She's not expecting to see Namur, but he's hardly an unwelcome person to meet up with in the library. She'll wait for him to explain, as it's a nice distraction away from said PDA. ]

Re: Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Sadly, he wants to take her right back into the thick of it. He looks oddly sheepish.]

Uh, well. 'S kinda a weird thing but Feathershit an' his beau goin' at it like that kinda makes me wanna kill 'em. But, uh. If I'm the one with the 'maid then I ain't quite so damn tetchy 'bout it an' I can focus better. All y' gotta do's jus' sit with me an' smell like a girl. Which y' do. Smell. Like a 'maid.

[Lord of the Sea, why is this somehow harder than asking a girl out on a date?]

Can read or whatever still. So uh. Yeah. Wouldja?

[HE'S NOT BLUSHING YOU'RE BLUSHING SHHHH.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is definitely sitting perfectly comfortable in Marco's lap, reading a book and playing with his hair at the same time. She, too, was reading a medical book about the human anatomy, but probably not for the reason anyone would be thinking.

One has to keep the mind sharp about the different ways of killing people.

She looks up and sees Adela nearby, somewhat surprised to see them there.]

You look lost. [There's that smarmy grin on Grell's face.] The young adults section is over there.

[She points in a certain direction, but it actually leads to the mature adults section. She knows that.]

[enchantressofore]

I am not lost, and I have already found the books I intended to read - though I thank you for the suggestion.

[ She's not going to be looking there regardless, and she can feel one of her eyes twitching because she still can't figure out how to feel or act around Grell. It seems like every attempt to be polite fails somehow though? Maybe she's just not trying the right ways...

Well, whatever. She'll nod in greeting before making her way to another table. No sense in bothering them further. ]

[redcinemareel]

[She likes to keep everyone outside of family on their toes, so she's doing something right.]

You're quite welcome.

[A pause]

Aren't you chilly? [She calls after her, but not loudly, because they're in a library.]

[om_nom_namur]

Seriously, y' bring in all this game shit an' the only fish statue's a damn goldfish?

[Namur has a chair turned backward, and he's leaning his elbows over the back, tipping it forward.]

A'ight, the hell's up?

[fierybluebird]

The goldfish is the cutest.

[Doesn't it make you feel strong when he treats you like a five year old with a missing mitten?]

[om_nom_namur]

Whatever bro. Didn't call us all here t' coo over a shitty stainless steel fish, so what's goin' on?

[fierybluebird]

[Hands him the list.]

World domination bro, ship blueprints, finances, yadda, yadda, family whaleshit, yoi.

[espio]

[Espio... Espio is late. He may have become a little sidetracked. Not lost. He totally didn't get lost. Nope. He stands off to the side, and lets out a sigh.]

Oh yes. You look like the nerdiest of tabletop nerds. Completely inconspicuous.

[orangeoutlaw]

What are you saying exactly. [eats another handful of chips and sucks on his fingers]

[redcinemareel]

[Espio, none of that made sense to Grell. Tabletop nerds? What was that?]

Should we be doing something differently?

[fierybluebird]

Nay. He's just being snarky and saying this isn't a good disguise.

What he fails to realize is that it's not a disguise at all.

[STARES AT ESPIO. DON'T MAKE HIM ACTUALLY PLAY TABLETOP GAMES. HE WILL DO IT. ON TOP OF THE REAL THINGS.]

[Besides, they're 5 of the most absurd NOTICEABLE looking people in the city. Might as well go with it.]