"I wasnt sent here by anyone, they might have been but I just happen to run into y'all." she leaned against the wall. "I need to practice my hand to hand more so I would take you up on the spar when your not being interogated."
(Aw, Hope they are doing okay)
Faust had been there silently lounged against the door with a constant, slight smile. After, his endless age of unlikely quiet was broken, “I’m quite curious about the plan, Bastien. Don’t worry, I’ll stay shushed if you do describe.” Honestly, he was slightly more welcoming to the idea of having some well-meaning fun. Being stuck on a crate surrounded by salty water really was breaking him down into a pulp, but it wasn’t the worst. Just much boring with rare moments of intense, highstake predicaments sprinkled into the gruel that was seafaring adventures.
(same)
Bastien grinned at that. “At least I know one of you won’t snitch,” he crowed, “if I had a plan.” He added the last part hastily, just in case. Though it was obvious he was planning something, he was glad that he’d given himself some sort of deniability. “And sure I’ll spar with you in a minute, Haisley. Though I’ve been practicing, so.”. He winked. “Anyway, I’m not telling what plans I may or may not have until you all promise not to snitch or leave.”
He huffed out a chuckle at Bastien's quick "if I had a plan" remark. "Cross my heart, hope to die," Faust promised while his finger made a crossing motion over his chest. His eyebrow risen in anticipation to hear the little scheme.
"you may beat me in fist to fist but we know who would win with a shoot out." she rolled her eyes at his wink. she made the crossing motion on her chest. "Cross my heart."
“I don’t know about that,” Bastien retorted, touching one of the revolvers at his hip. “You’re good, I’ll give you that, but don’t discredit Colette and Angelé like that.” He glanced at Emery, but his impatience got the better of him. “Alright, two out of three works. Emery, I’m counting on you not to snitch either. So, I’m throwing a party and you’re all invited but I don’t want Luna to shut it down, so it’s a secret from her and Tori. Also, there’s going to be alcohol and sea shanties, so you know it’ll be a blast.”
Emery giggled at “if I had a plan” as well. “Don’t worry Bastien, I’m good at keeping secrets.”
There was still anxiety in the back of their mind, but they trusted Luna and Tori enough to keep an eye on the Pearl ship. They made the crossing motion as well, without saying anything.
Then they had to do a double take. “Wait. What’s a party? Remind me.”
“Sounds fun. Honestly the only things you can do to pass time is to get drunk or become delirious from a disease. If you need help with planning and such, count me in,” Faust said, but his playful expression shifted to one of slight shock towards what Emery asked. “Fun. It’s where you go all out one night and then regret it the next day,” He commented.
“Exactly!” Bastien grinned. “I’m glad you’re both in, and I’d love to have help planning, Faust! On Ruby, we didn’t plan a party so much as prepare for disaster, so it will be a bit of a learning experience. It’ll be a great time!”
Emery made a face. “Oh… now that I’m thinking about it, I remember going to those tea parties… But those weren’t going all out, as you say.”
It was a long time ago, but the conversation had conjured images of the tea parties held monthly at the prostitution house. Soft chatter, clinking silverware and cups. Pretty dresses glinting in candle light. Nothing like Faust had described.
They shifted their position. “Interesting. I guess I’ve never been to your kind of parties, Bastien. I don’t think I’ve ever had alcohol either, but then again, I don’t think I want to.” They grimaced.
"Tea parties?" She had heard of the parties faust had talked about however tea parties made her think of hoity toity people dressed in fancy clothes with tea cups. she honestly preferred faust type of parties. "I guess I have nothing better to do." she spun her pistol on her hand out of habit, her hair covering her left eye like it always did.
“My party will be no tea party, I can assure you,” Bastien replied with a grin. “Parties on Ruby are a different kind of wild, so this should be fun. Of course, this will probably be tame compared to those, but we’ve got to get at least a little interesting. I’m sure Faust can help me plan a normal party, though.” He paused, reconsidering. “A less insane but still fun party.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Emery smiled again. Then it dropped, and their hand went to their chin in thought. “What do we tell the Captain?”
"Hm, you could pretend he played a prank on you and that's what his plan was and its already happened so no need to worry but I doubt that would work." She continued to twirl her pistol in her hands.
"Maybe we could start it out with a feast, afterwards we can ramp it up games, music, dancing, and booze. Maybe a little dancing competition. Actually, if we have any extra trenchers that could be transformed into a magnificent crown for the winner. The Proud Prancer," Faust went straight towards the bread cabinet and started counting the trenchers. "Yeah, It wouldn't really be a great idea to rock the boat too much. Don't want to capsize… But ya, you'd have to be careful around Luna, have to make that prank look convincing."
Bastien grinned. “Oh, I can certainly do that. How attached are you to the clothes you’re wearing?” he asked Emery. “As for the party, that sounds like a great idea!”
Emery had been listening and nodding along to Faust, though a little nervous about how wild this might get. Now they stepped away from Bastien, arms stiff at their sides. “Um, I’m very attached to my clothes, thank you.”
If the prank was going to be aimed at them…
Bastien pressed his lips into a line. “Hmmm, okay. How about you just act like I really scared you then?” he asked.
"I'm not very attached to my clothes just don't touch my boots." She glared at him. "The scaring idea could work for Emery but not so much for Faust, or me." She looked away. "I'm not a very convincing actor nor do I have the energy to act like you scared me."
"I'm not attached to my clothes either. Don't mind being pranked," Faust gestured at his stained, ratty clothing. "Actually, if it makes my clothing worse that's a plus, but I assume it is whatever would be more convincing to Luna and a decision we are all collectively comfortable about."
Tori glanced toward the Pearl ship, then up to Luna. "It seems they've taken Faust. If it's alright with you, I'm going to go check on him and see to it that they don't kidnap him or something." The woman grinned, before sneaking belowdecks.
“I can… try and act scared,” Emery said uncertainly. “What’s going to be the story behind that?”
"something along the lines of, oh he pretended to be dead and then jumped up and scared me and I ran away maybe?" she twirled her pistol more.
"More like make sure he doesn't kidnap them," Luna laughed just ever so slightly as she watched her first mate disappear below the deck. What were they discussing down there that they didn't think she would approve of? Or at least that was beginning to be her thinking. Either way she could stay up top mannign the helm and keeping an eye on that damn Pearl ship.
“Or we could say that one or two of you guys were in on it, and explain why you all showed up here,” Bastien suggested. “Maybe we could say that we all pretended to be zombies. Like the playing dead idea but with more fake gore. Does that sound believable?”
"I think it sounds more believeable, maybe make the costume incase someone else comes to check on us?" she suggested.
"Sounds believable, time to be dea- holy shit someone's coming," Faust frantically reached for the tomatoes and started to throw tomatoes at everyone while his thumb pierced into one, and began to smear the juices all over his face and shirt.
"who- Agh! Pff!" she spit the flying tomato out of her mouth, taking it out of her eye. her hair shielded her left eye. she tried to make the tomato stains more believable costume before the person arrived and then tried to scare emery-
Emery yelped as a tomato hit their leg, and groaned in dismay. They weren’t keen on the idea of getting dirty, but it was just as well. Anxiety spiked in their brain as they heard footsteps creaking down the stairs. Their breathing quickened. They remembered their mother’s voice saying, “It’s him again, love. Hide while you can, okay? Don’t worry, he’s my last customer.”
Almost believing they should obey their mother’s words, Emery stumbled backward and fell.
Perhaps their half-baked plan had worked a little too well.