Pirate Radio [afternoon]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack had, okay, not cleaned the radio station (like, at all), but he'd cleared off desk space for any pot-luck type foods his radio staff might be bringing to share with him everyone.

The squirrels were there with some of their stash of rum and nuts as well.

The first attempt at a radio staff meeting could be a disaster.

[OOC: For any radio broadcaster who want to stop by]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur wasn't entirely sure why there even was a meeting to begin with, since there had never been one before, but dutibound as he was, he... showed up.

He had not brought any pot-luck foods. He wasn't a cook, or anything.

Instead, he was left staring at the squirrels and rum. This was... a lot easier at night, when things were just Bonkers and he could roll with that.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up from his list. "Salutations!" he said. "You must be Arthur. I can tell by the way the squirrels are sighing at you."

[bitchprince]

"They're not sighing at me," Arthur assured him, and glanced at one. "Get me some nuts."

It skittered off obediently. "Captain Jack Sparrow, I take it."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Someone who remembered his title! Excellent!

He smiled, showing some really nice gold teeth. "Indeed I am, though I seem to be between ships at the moment."

No thanks to that scheming scalawag Barbossa.

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure you and Captain Algren have a great deal to discuss, then," Arthur said, somewhat nonplussed. What? Algren was the only other captain he knew. "You called us here?"

A squirrel came up with a bag of nuts. He took it idly.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Since Valentine had work, Turtle knew she had to be at the staff meeting to represent the Wexler-Wiggin team.

And, since she couldn't cook, she had thrown a frozen dinner (http://www.stouffers.com/Products/ProductDetails.aspx?ProductId=160&ServingSizeId=8&ProductGroupId=0&SearchText=&ServingSize=Serves%205%20&ProductGroup=&cP=1&isPOn=True) from the store into an oven and put it in a fancy dish so that no one would be any the wiser.

She even threw a few sprigs of parsley on it to make it look even fancier.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Macaroni and cheese!" Jack said. "How delightful! I do so love a good starch covered in cheese!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Really," Turtle said, "there are very few things that aren't amazing covered in cheese."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"I don't think it would do much for fish," Jack mused.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had decided to stop by, just to see what a staff meeting with squirrels was like.

He hadn't strained himself in coming up with food -- just stopping and picking up a box of donuts on his way to the station.

Well that and the bag of mixed nuts he'd brought for the squirrels.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"One of the Winchesters?" Jack guessed. "Which one are you?"

The squirrels chittered at him.

"What are you talking about with 'adorable floppy hair?'" he asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean snickered. "Floppy hair, puppy eyes, that's my brother Sam. I'm the older, hotter, all around more awesome brother, Dean." He tossed the bag of nuts on a table near where the squirrels were congregated.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

The squirrels let out a collective "eeeee" and pounced on the bag.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "I do enjoy a man who understands his assets," he said. "It's a nice change from the eunuch I used to spend time with."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had brought nothing but a bottle of Whaler's Dark Rum, but she figured that might go over better than food, given the boss and all. She slouched against the wall in the corner with a bottle of Jameson's that was hers. Not for sharing. She looked like she might bite you, today, if you tried.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Rum!" Jack said joyously.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo grunted, opened her mouth, and just waited for a few seconds to see if anything stupid and musical would happen.

When it didn't she made a 'help yourself' gesture at the rum bottle and muttered, "Casseroles're overrated anyway. Lacey's not gonna make it, probably. I think she's still sulking 'cause she didn't get to see Robin sing."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"The fuzzy one or the one with the legs?" Jack asked.

[likethegun]

The idea of bringing alcohol to a meeting never occurred to Sam, even with everything he knew about the radio. If nothing else, the sugar cookies could absorb some of the alcohol in everyone's system.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Floppy haired one!" Jack greeted. "You must be Sam."

[likethegun]

Sam unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair to try to make it look better. "Um. Yeah, hi," he said. "It's nice to meet you."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I know," Jack said modestly. "You've been working at the station quite a while, aye?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck couldn't cook or bake in any way, shape or form so he stuck with bringing rum and pretzels to the meeting. It's not like he had to go far to get them. One of the benefits of owning the bar.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

More booze! Jack clearly had excellent taste in staff.

That he had nothing to do with hiring them was something he chose not to dwell on.

"You must be Chuck Bass," he said.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"What gave me away?" Chuck asked. He wasn't surprised. Just curious.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"You don't seem like the type to wander around in red pyjamas, which was what the squirrels told me to look for in Deadpool," Jack said.