[open] catch-all for anne + general starters

[softlycall]

Characters: Anne Bonny and YOU.
Date: All throughout January and February (backdating welcome)
Location: Mostly Wood Sector, and the Brazen Turtle bar in Fire Sector. Can be elsewhere for particular threads.
Situation: Catch-all for February and open situations for right now, including popular hits like: Anne working in bars, being rather baffled by kedan markets, shooting things to make herself feel better.
Warnings/Rating: Swearing is more than likely. Guns, pirates, alcohol. Spoilers to be marked in individual threads but none so far.

[1. Brazen Turtle] [ It's hard to believe she's been at this for a month, but there it is. Cleaner than she's ever been, bar uniform only slightly customised - and that for ease of movement on the vague chance a fight starts - she looks almost respectable, and since Kirk took over the place she's gotten more sure with the running of it. Still, she'll not recognise half the faces that show up from evening to evening, but that's something she's used to from working a port tavern. She smiles all the same, takes her pleasure in meeting new people and strange creatures, and leaves her boredom for after her shifts. ]

[2. Shopping] [ She's more used to dealing with ship business at this point, rum and rope and gunpowder, but buying for herself and Kidd is much the same as it was for another James back in Nassau and a damn sight cheaper. Food's easy to work out, for all it's strange; drink's easier. There're items she can't guess a purpose for and doesn't care to ask after, and different fashions and tastes than those she's used to, but there's a kind of pleasure in just wandering the markets. Exploration of a different kind. ]

[3. Target Practice] [ Still, she doesn't forget that it's a war she's been brought here to fight, not rowdy bar patrons or haggling kedan merchants. She's not about to let herself get rusty; there are a number of targets set up in a clearing further out in Wood Sector for her to practice shooting. And she needs to practice nowadays, because her old pistol's completely out of ammunition, she's had to switch to something Tess can find bullets for, and the thing's half as heavy and carries six shots, not one. At least one morning a week finds her at the range, now. ]

[4. Choose Your Own Adventure]

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[alphatar]

[Another night working at the Brazen Turtle. Korra’s gotten back into the swing of her jobs and barback is one of the ones she’s missed the most. Mainly because she looks forward to hanging out with Jim to crack wise while keeping the bar stocked or covering for the bartenders.

But as she’s restocking the rack behind the bar, her ponytail keeps swaying back and forth because that’s a new face; all the while noticing that Bryn’s no where to be seen.]

Hey, you new? [Being 5’5 5’6 means she has to look past some taller patrons at the bar to be seen.]

hi bb

[softlycall]

[ You know what cuts into socialising? Catching up with a few centuries- and worlds-worth of new drinks and hygiene regulations - good idea, and necessary besides, but tedious. So she's not at all surprised when she starts getting looks from one of the other staff, but on a whim she waits until the other woman actually brings it up herself. Find out more that way, here, with their strange notions of what's polite. ]

New enough, aye. Started a few weeks past.

aloha<3

[alphatar]

[New accent for Korra, and she’s curious to hear more of it. Those always intrigue her.]

That explains it. So you met Bryn. [Grinning, Korra holds her hand to give a really firm handshake.] I’m Korra; been out for a bit, but I work the nightshift as barback.

C8

[softlycall]

Anne. Didn't know Bryn that well, more's the pity. [ She matches the handshake and the smile, and the grip jogs her memory of where she's heard the name before. ] You're the lass running that 'dojo' place?

1!

[langsyne]

[Tonight finds Scott a patron of the Brazen Turtle, making his way to the bar for an early evening drink. He doesn't recognize the face, but it's been some time since he's been to the bar, busy as he's been with work and turtle-sitting and spending time with Cassie. Part of him regrets not being around as much now with Bryn gone, but he's sure she wouldn't want him moping after her departure.

So here he is, upper arms resting lightly against the wooden surface as he surveys the barkeep, a smile on his face.]

Any interesting specials tonight?

i thought i'd hit post comment sdfkdgfdgs

[softlycall]

[ The short answer to that is yes, and it's too early in the evening for the long answer. ]

Highballs are half price, or there's the new ale. [ She rattles that off without much thought, though her answering smile is wry. The idea of having to lower the price of a drink as an incentive is completely alien to her, but it's not her bar. ] If it's interesting you're after, I've drinks from back home ye can try. Flips and the like.

i do it all the time, no worries!

[langsyne]

[She's got an interesting accent there, different enough that his attention, which'd only been half on her, sharpens, and he cocks his head to the left, curious.]

Where's back home? I don't think I've heard of flips before, at least not outside of the 'flipping pancakes' context.

[softlycall]

Home's Nassau, on New Providence. [ though she'd call it home in the same way she'd call a rowboat a ship, but what can you do. ] One of those drinks that's most known out there, what with all the rum on offer. 'least when there's eggs and sugar to be found.

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[nowthatsfunny]

[She always has a smile and a wave for Anne when she sees her at the bar, but today she's out and about - not for any particular reason, but just because she can. She has money, there are shops, she can buy things for any reason she wants. She doesn't even have to be able to carry it in her backpack.]

Is it just me, or are there way too many scented beauty products to choose from here?

[softlycall]

Never known a man to go weak-kneed for a lady smelling of strawberries, but it takes all kinds. [ basically she's in complete accord with Tess as she scans the shelves and displays. ] Suppose it's from all the bathing they do around here.

[nowthatsfunny]

Hah, yeah. [She tries to imagine the look on Joel's face if she walked into a room smelling like fruit or flowers, and utterly fails.]

I kind of like the bathing, though. I took an hour-long bath last night, with a glass of wine. It was almost better than sex.

sorry for the late lmk if you'd rather handwave

[softlycall]

Aye? [ She's imagining the same look, on the faces of Kidd or Edward, and only partially succeeds. The bath she can imagine just fine, though. ] I'll not speak a word against the baths here, or the wine. Can't say one way or the other for the last.

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[imaginate]

[It's not often he ventures into the clothing stores, but Kyle goes on walkabout in the city a lot. It's good to keep up with what's happening, and many of the merchants are familiar enough with him in his casual green uniform that he almost feels like a real cop, on a beat.]

[It's during the course of one of these outings that he spots Anne - or more accurately, spots her hair first - and then pokes his nose into the lightly heated conversation she's having with one of the helpers in the shop. Something about the dress not having enough pockets.]

[He grins at the kedan, and then looks at her, and waves, before examining the dress. Under his breath, he says:] They overcharge. I know a better one in Earth Sector.

[Out loud:] This'd look great on you, who needs pockets?

hi bb hi

[softlycall]

[ The ire he's faced with when she turns to him is only partially for the kedan's benefit, most of it entirely honest frustration with being unable to explain the problem to the shopkeeper. She's only as calm as she is because he's not had the bad sense to patronise her. ]

And how'll I carry coin or powder then?

[imaginate]

[Kyle raises a finger and opens his mouth to speak. Closes it. Opens it again.]

Pockets... are out of style?

[This is the best comeback, shut up.]

What about carrying it in a pouch?

[softlycall]

Easier to lift or lose. [ Obviously. But she gestures for him to follow her out of the shop without another look at the 'keeper. They're going to Earth Sector and he's volunteered himself as company. ]

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[hisbabygirl]

[A bar isn't exactly the place for a kid to be, but Sarah's heard the news of Bryn's leaving and it's something of a respect to her to at least look upon the place. Though her conversation with the woman had been brief, the kid had simply taken a liking to her.

And she stands out the front of the bar, staring up at the building and wearing a slightly somber expression.]

[softlycall]

[ Bryn's departure has drawn nearly as many people as her presence did, but when Anne comes off her shift and sees the girl standing outside like a rainy day, it's not the first reason that comes to mind.

She's not concerned, per se, but you can only hear so many stories about a kid before you start to feel responsible for them by proxy. ]

Is it Tess you're looking for?

[hisbabygirl]

[Sarah's seen Anne around, though they've never really talked. The girl's visits to the bar thus far have been mere passing and never a real stay. Anne's voice is enough to tear her from deep thought.]

Hm? Oh. Hi!

[She forces any sadness from her face and tries for a smile.]

No, I was just passing by. A lady I knew used to work here and now she's gone so... [Sarah shrugs.] It just felt right to come here.

wildcard | spoilers

[aread]

[Kidd has world's worth of experiences gaining the lay of new lands, learning what prizes are to be taken and which bode best to be left alone. But no matter where her travels take her, she comes home every night to Anne. It's an odd thing, thinking of a place as being home that isn't Tulum, or a ship's deck, but she's always been an adaptable sort. The word doesn't have the same connotation to a wanderer that it does to a landed man.

So she adapts, as it were, and comes home from a day's work mending nets. She doesn't have a steady job, she sees no need or point of it, when doing odd things about the city works just as well, and gets her a wider scope of information besides. She knows plenty, and she's mostly recovered now save all matters of the heart. Assassin's training keeps it below deck, but she is weary, and has no cause to hide it around those that know her best.

But there's no point in dredging it all up from the depths, either. Healing is a slow process from any wound, which is why she doesn't care to dump the burden on her friends. She may not pretend she's all right, but she doesn't flaunt the contrary, neither. She comes home with a bag of food - awful handy, take-out - and a fresh flower for Anne's hair that for the sake of easy passage she has tucked through the buttonhole of her jacket. Anne'll hear her, no doubt. No sense announcing herself.]

[softlycall]

[ She's had less time away from the day-to-day of a life on land, life in a city that's not lived out of a bottle, to be sure, but in ways that makes it all the more strange to have a place to return to at the end of a shift. She'd still think she was dreaming if it weren't for the near monotony of it, honest work and meeting people she'd never be able to think up of her own accord every day; for a city declared to war it's quieter than expected but there's nothing to complain about. (apart from the odd impulse she gets to start something she could regret, to scream, try to make some kind of change in an impossible realm, an impulse that dies before its first breath when she looks at Kidd- at Tess and all them that've been dragged from death rather than the other way around- and that particular sharp feeling in her throat blocks it all-)

Still, she's calm enough most days, distracted from those thoughts or reminding herself that, honestly, it's not like she'd had plans before this, no cause or commitment to call her back home- no home, really. If they think her silly for not caring to go back even if she's not fully content here, then that's their lookout. By the time the door's swinging open, Anne's in high spirits from a day wasted well. ]

Ye ever wanted to smell like a coconut, Mary? [ because she essentially bought this bottle on a dare, and she's run out of the usual greetings days back. ]

[aread]

[That earns a raise of one eyebrow, and Mary shakes her hair down from her bandanna.]

Reckon I could if I took a roll in it.

[And Mary passes behind her, tucks that flower in her hair and heads (boots on) towards the kitchen.]

3 (If you don't mind super late tags x.x)

[unobtainableredemption]

[The sound of gunfire catches Kaine's attention. It was a rare sound to hear in Keeliai, so naturally he's drawn toward it. He watches in silence as the redheaded woman fires the clip at a stationary target.]

You don't seem very comfortable with that. [Yes, Kaine, startle the woman with the gun. Brilliant plan.]

HI I don't mind at all! I'm sorry this is a super late reply

[softlycall]

[ She startles, sure, but she's not so green any more that she'd turn on him with it, so she takes care to finish her shot before looking around. ] That'd be why I'm practising, aye.

we can be super late together.

[unobtainableredemption]

You're holding it like you're expecting a heavier gun. Try holding it more like this. [Motions the proper grip with his hands. His tone makes it clear that it's merely a suggestion, one he particularly doesn't care if you take or not. He's mostly here to see said gun.]

I didn't even know they made guns here.