Royal Navy WART, with Captain Jack Aubrey
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Oh - oh, you mean the whole school can hear me? HELLO! HELLO, EVERYONE!
*loud squeal of feedback*
Hell and damnation, what a wretched din. Sounds like one of Stephen's pets. Yuki, sweetheart, it's shouting at me. Pray tell me what I ought to do.
*long pause, sounds of fumbling around*
This is Captain Jack Aubrey, and I'm talking on this radio thing. This is marvelous! We've got these machine thingies that play music, can you believe it? You put this sort of silver thing into the slot here - and you press this button thing here - is that how you do it? Oh, I pressed the wrong one. Sorry. I daresay Stephen's awfully good at this - it's the sort of thing he'd like.
*All You Pretty Girls by XTC plays. Jack can be heard exclaiming enthusiastically in the background.*
It's like magic! Except not magic. Except it is. I can't properly make it out, but I do like that song. Rather like the story of my life! Well, I'm a married man now, properly speaking. But still, it's good to know they can still write a good tune about life at sea these days.
Now, here's a song called Barrett's Privateers by some chappie named Stan Rogers. By God, I think I know this one!
*sings along lustily with the chorus, staying in tune but getting most of the words wrong*
Damn fine tune, that one was. Now here's a song for my dear Sophie. She's not here now, but it seems like everyone shows up sooner or later - no bad penny goes unturned around here! Anyway, this is called Birds and Ships (Lyrics).
Did you like that? That girl is an excellent warbler, to be sure. Now I've got a tune for my dearest friend Stephen Maturin. I just wanted to say that I'm really very sorry for getting stuck in that damned head for three months, so this is The Apology Song by some chaps called the Decemberists, and it's about a fellow named Stephen who gets his bicycle stolen.
I say, Yuki, what's a bicycle? Is it some sort of mollusc? I daresay Stephen would be very upset if someone stole one of his molluscs, so the song is very fitting.
Another song? All right. A shame I don't have my fiddle with me. Ah, here's a song - this is called Ocean Ocean by The Chills. Chills? Hmm. That fellow sounds like he's from the Antipodes. Rum way of talking they have down there. No, Yuki, you cannot have any rum. You can have some more of that apple tart, though. D'you want some of that? Let's go get some.
Oh - Yuki says you can talk to me by sticking your head in the fireplace. That makes absolutely no sense, Yuki, my dear. Are you sure? All right, then... go ahead if you want a phiz full of soot. I won't be stopping you.
Oh - oh, you mean the whole school can hear me? HELLO! HELLO, EVERYONE!
*loud squeal of feedback*
Hell and damnation, what a wretched din. Sounds like one of Stephen's pets. Yuki, sweetheart, it's shouting at me. Pray tell me what I ought to do.
*long pause, sounds of fumbling around*
This is Captain Jack Aubrey, and I'm talking on this radio thing. This is marvelous! We've got these machine thingies that play music, can you believe it? You put this sort of silver thing into the slot here - and you press this button thing here - is that how you do it? Oh, I pressed the wrong one. Sorry. I daresay Stephen's awfully good at this - it's the sort of thing he'd like.
*All You Pretty Girls by XTC plays. Jack can be heard exclaiming enthusiastically in the background.*
It's like magic! Except not magic. Except it is. I can't properly make it out, but I do like that song. Rather like the story of my life! Well, I'm a married man now, properly speaking. But still, it's good to know they can still write a good tune about life at sea these days.
Now, here's a song called Barrett's Privateers by some chappie named Stan Rogers. By God, I think I know this one!
*sings along lustily with the chorus, staying in tune but getting most of the words wrong*
Damn fine tune, that one was. Now here's a song for my dear Sophie. She's not here now, but it seems like everyone shows up sooner or later - no bad penny goes unturned around here! Anyway, this is called Birds and Ships (Lyrics).
Did you like that? That girl is an excellent warbler, to be sure. Now I've got a tune for my dearest friend Stephen Maturin. I just wanted to say that I'm really very sorry for getting stuck in that damned head for three months, so this is The Apology Song by some chaps called the Decemberists, and it's about a fellow named Stephen who gets his bicycle stolen.
I say, Yuki, what's a bicycle? Is it some sort of mollusc? I daresay Stephen would be very upset if someone stole one of his molluscs, so the song is very fitting.
Another song? All right. A shame I don't have my fiddle with me. Ah, here's a song - this is called Ocean Ocean by The Chills. Chills? Hmm. That fellow sounds like he's from the Antipodes. Rum way of talking they have down there. No, Yuki, you cannot have any rum. You can have some more of that apple tart, though. D'you want some of that? Let's go get some.
Oh - Yuki says you can talk to me by sticking your head in the fireplace. That makes absolutely no sense, Yuki, my dear. Are you sure? All right, then... go ahead if you want a phiz full of soot. I won't be stopping you.
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::Floo::
Date: 2006-07-09 10:03 am (UTC)Are you Stephen's friend? Not personally met him, but I hear he's a fucking great guy.
Re: ::Floo::
Date: 2006-07-09 01:56 pm (UTC)Now, is that any sort of language for a lady, I ask you?
Re: ::Floo::
Date: 2006-07-09 06:08 pm (UTC)No offense.
Re: ::Floo::
Date: 2006-07-09 08:37 pm (UTC)Re: ::Floo::
Date: 2006-07-09 08:45 pm (UTC)*floos in*
Date: 2006-07-09 12:18 pm (UTC)Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-09 01:58 pm (UTC)Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-09 03:44 pm (UTC)*calls loudly through floo to Gogo* GOGO! This is Jack-chan, he is a sailor who has rum and more sailors with pigtails and as soon as I grow up, I can have rum, but he already said I could be a sailor. *giggles gleefully*
Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-09 04:47 pm (UTC)Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-09 11:53 pm (UTC)Once you're grown up again we can both have rum, Yuki-chan. Maybe if you ask him nicely he'll give you a cutlass.
Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-10 12:16 am (UTC)*to Jack* She's not ma'am right now, she's a boy. It's okay, Jack-chan, this is a strange place. *kisses his cheek*
Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-10 12:50 am (UTC)Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-10 12:52 am (UTC)When can we go? *bounces*
Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-10 03:46 am (UTC)Re: *floos in*
Date: 2006-07-10 04:12 am (UTC):: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-09 11:52 pm (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 12:05 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 12:12 am (UTC)*peers at Stephen through floor* Did you bring candy? I'm not allowed to have ice cream, it's *leans in and stage whispers* 'Frenchie' *makes face* That's bad. So I HAVE to have candy. I'm going to be a sailor. Jack-chan said so. And then? WE SHALL HAVE RUM! *giggles and then reglomps Jack for good measure*
Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 12:14 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 12:49 am (UTC)'Pon my soul, Stephen, I could have sworn I was only in there for ten minutes. I came out and all the trees had leaves on 'em. Damn strange business.
*looks Stephen up and down* Speaking of strange, what are those things you're wearing? More rational garments, like that thing you wore on the Lively? *chuckles reminiscently*
Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 12:56 am (UTC)*looks down and plucks at the sleeve of his own sweatshirt* Oh, no, these are considerably less rational than that one. While there is none of the fussing with stockings and the like, one still has not the absolute freedom of movement that a true rational garment can offer. I may still be able to recall the general making of it, if we can find another frame-knitter ...
Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 01:16 am (UTC)For the love of God, Stephen, don't wear start wearing that thing again. These things may be ugly, but at least you don't look like a damned badger in a bag.
Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 03:06 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 03:48 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:00 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:18 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:20 am (UTC)Re: :: Floo ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:24 am (UTC)Oh. Oh, that's a damn shame, Stephen. I'm very sorry. She seemed like a nice girl - quite smitten with you as I recall.
Is she... err... ? *wants to say "dead" but can't quite bring himself to say it*
:: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:26 am (UTC)Re: :: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:43 am (UTC)*looks very downcast*
Well. I daresay you'll want some time to yourself, but whenever you like, come by my room and we'll have a little music. I have my fiddle here, you know, and... well. It might raise your spirits a bit, you know. Soothing the beastly savage and all that.
Re: :: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 05:53 am (UTC)*checks himself; he had been about to make reference to losing Diana, but this Jack seems ... younger, lacking certain obvious marks ... than the one who arrived in the Sorting Room three months ago at Blaine's bidding; and Stephen suspects that Jack would have not the slightest notion what Stephen was talking about*
It is always difficult to lose a loved one. Tell me, now, how does dear Sophie?
Re: :: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 06:02 am (UTC)How do your affairs go otherwise? Discovered any new species lately?
Re: :: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 06:06 am (UTC)Re: :: screened for Aubrey and Maturin ::
Date: 2006-07-10 06:34 am (UTC)