(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[scouserer]

[Let's be real--Constantine swears on behalf of this entire ship. It takes a Scouser to really come up with all the biting, expletive-laden insults. He snorts, flicking another match into the pool.]

Honestly, if he weren't so much of a coward, I would've had at him already. [He exhales sharply.] Had no qualms with him before arriving on this stupid ship, but now I've got a bloody tome's worth of complaints.

[....]

He must get some sort of perverted pleasure seeing us all suffer like this.

[hypnowhip]

I think there's a line for that at this point...

[Maybe that's what golden end will be if we get it. Everyone just taking turns punching the Captain.

Sylvando's joking dies down after that, though.]

I think he does. While we were trying to subdue Allenby, I heard him... He was cheering the fight on like it was some sort of spectacle. He's truly horrible.

[scouserer]

[please. god. constantine would kick his ass, even though he's not much of a fighter. he'll just be fueled by pure spite.

Still--what Sylvando says makes Constantine sit up, more attentive than before.]

Did you see that person off-screen during the execution? Y'think that was the Captain?

[hypnowhip]

Oh! Yes! I'd almost forgotten about that...!

[Considering everything else going on during that trial.]

I have no idea who else it could be. He seemed terribly out of place aboard the Dutchman, don't you think?

[scouserer]

[Constantine nods, scratching his chin and frowning.]

Does make me wonder what kind of hold he has on Davy Jones and his crew, if he's able to go about so freely.

[.....]

If we can just figure out how to get Mr. Jones out of his...contract, so to say-- [he doesn't know if its a contract he just knows that jones is under the captain's orders] --we could get him to practically obliterate him.

[hypnowhip]

That really does sound like our best bet at this point, doesn't it? Davy darling is the only one who can get close to him right now.

[Sylvando crosses his arms thoughtfully.]

He almost made it sound literal, didn't he? Owning Davy darling, that is. I wonder if it's a spell of some sort? I've heard of contractual spells before...

[scouserer]

It's definitely possible. Demons are big fans of contracts--but s'not just demons, obviously.

[He couldn't have entered it willingly, at least.]

The sea's a fickle creature. It'd be quite a lot of effort to put him under a spell. Though, I've heard of some entities having some sort of obligation to do certain things, so maybe he might've been trapped that way.

...I doubt he has the freedom to speak on it, anyways. But each week, I feel like we're getting closer to something.

[hypnowhip]

[About the sea being fickle:]

Oof, don't I know that. But that's what has me so confused by the whole situation! I can't imagine being able to control something like that in the first place...

[...]

I think you're right, though. There has to be more to this... And I have to wonder if the Captain has a price to pay at the end of it, too. Taking control of someone like Davy Jones can't come cheap, right?

[scouserer]

If I'm being entirely honest, I'm not sure our dear Captain thought very far ahead. When Davy Jones is released one way or another--and he will, eventually, it's just a matter of when--I imagine he's not gonna be pleased with the Captain. I mean, it's not like he can keep him under his thumb forever.

[A pause.]

Can he?

[hypnowhip]

[Sylvando considers that, then turns to Constantine with eyes full of determination.]

Well, not if we have anything to say about it! I think we're going to have to at least try to figure out a way to help release Davy darling, because right now, he's the biggest roadblock in getting to the Captain.