Barbossa hits the town

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Barbossa walks through the door at Pure Inebriation and heads straight to the bar. He pulls the top half of a solid gold (and totally naked) statue of a Greek goddess out of his seabag and plunks it onto the bar.

"It be 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'," he explains to the bartender. "I'd be most obliged if ye'll use this to pay fer anyone who wants to be drinkin' rum with me to celebrate."

A mug in his hand, he turns towards the door to wait for his fellow classmates to join him. Or anyone else interested in free alcohol, for that matter.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith wandered into the bar, looking for Barbossa.
"Hey, B. I heard something about free drinks with you tonight?"

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He waved at her. "It be some manner of holiday rememberin' the glorious legacy of me." He leered. "Once I have a legacy, o'course."

He handed her a glass of rum, then clinked his with hers, "Bottoms up, shot glasses and lasses!" he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith chugs her glass of rum and laughs. "That's as good a reason as any to have a holiday, I guess. And I've never heard that toast before."

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Ahoy! That be some rum you have there? Aye, I be having some.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

*hands her a glass*

How ye be? I be Barbossa, future terror of high seas. This be Faith.

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Thank ye, matey. I see you be an old salt.

Ahoy, Faith. How be ye this fine day?

*drinks* Arrr, hits the spot, it does!

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*tries this pirate-speak thing, somewhat haltingly*

I be lookin' to make myself scarce around campus for a while. Perhaps a little grog to help me blend in here?

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

*slaps him on the back, hands him a glass*

Ye be tryin', ye landlubber, and that be good enough fer me. Pull up a stool, tell me yer tale. Why ye be fleein' campus?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

I'd rather take it to the skies than the sea, you know.

Well... I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to say, but jerusalem_s is out hunting heads. I'm just going to be convienently AWOL for a while.

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

I just love pirates. And the occasional drink. You look familiar, have we met?

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Well, here be a pirate givin' ye a drink, so that should be makin' ye twice as happy.

*squints at her* Yer face doesn't really ring a bell, but ye're probably not in the parts of town I be normally roamin' when I be on land.

Barbossa. *sticks out slightly grimy hand* Pleased to be meetin' ye.

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*She takes the drink, smiling warmly* Thank you very much.

Oh well, perhaps I only recognize you from some pirate legend or something. Who knows.

Elizabeth Swann *she takes the hand, shaking it slightly, and then rubs it against her dress inconspicuously*

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Hey look who turned up! (no pun intended.)

Get bored with the coffee?

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was starting to give me a headache. I swear, everything in this bloody school gives me a headache!

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*pokes his head in the door* Did I hear someone say 'free booze?'

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

I think 'tis only if ye be talkin' like a pirate, matey.

::turns to Barbossa:: Ahoy, Cap'n Barbossa! May ye always have a strong wind at yer back, a willing lass in yer bed and a full bottle in yer hand!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

(ooc- best toast ever. i love you.)

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Ye did indeed! *hands him glass of rum*

Welcome, welcome! Pull up a stool, tell me yer tale.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

*hearing sounds of laughter and chatting wafting through the open door, Shane steps just inside and takes a look around. Things were getting a little tense over at the Perkolator, but... from the looks of things (and certain people), this spot might not be too bad*

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

*waves to her from the bar*

Ye be lookin' parched! Come over, get a drink, meet -- *flails for names* -- all of these people!

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*gets all huffy*

I'm a gentleman. I don't screw kiss and tell.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. Now it is my turn to throw drinks at you. I like that. Equal opportunity. *grins*

*whispers* I'm just teasing you. We've all been there, I won't mention it again.



Until you have another rum. Where is that pirate?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han has decided to get out after helping Prof. Camulus move in. He'd heard Barbossa's offer over the radio and decided to play along.

Digging out the floofiest shirt he could find in the boxes, an appalling confection of yellow glittersilk, he found his tightest leather pants. He topped the ensemble with a truemetal bladeproof vest and yellow boots.

Not being on campus, he makes sure his blaster is holstered (safety on) and tucks a gaudy knife with a jeweled sheath into the waistband of his pants.

He had to laugh. He looked like he'd stepped off the cover of some core-world teen's romance holonovel.

He strode into the bar and announced, dredging up the most dreadful low-port Corelli accent he'd ever heard, "I hear there be drinking for pirates here tonight!"

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Barbossa came weaving through the crowd of laughing students. "Avast, me hearty! It be nice to see someone gettin' into the spirit of this great holiday." He pushed a glass of rum into Han's hand. "Have a drink!"

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*bursts through the door and heads straight into the mass of people, yelling to no one in particular*

Hey everybody! What's all this about talking like pirates? I AM a pirate, so what do I do? *big goofy smile*