faithfulflame | Fifth Prayer: Loss

[She'd just checked Usagi's room, and it was empty. Nothing remained of Sailor Moon save for a half-empty bucket of pudding just sitting in the fridge. With a cry of frustration, the normally reserved miko took it out and hurled it at the trash bin, chocolate oozing down the wall. This was just too much. First Ami, then that awful Apep creature taking Sabriel, and now Usagi!

Her friends would need to be told, of course. So, a few minutes later a Voice transmission pops out over the journals. Rei's voice is tight and controlled, but there's definitely an undercurrent of sadness]

I'm sorry to inform everyone that Tsukino Usagi-san has been sent home by the Malnosso.

Please think of her fondly, and wish her luck.

Should anyone wish to make a formal prayer for her, I will be available to help with that, so please contact me via the journal.

[Closing the feed, Rei picks up her journal and heads out to the little tent shrine she, Ami, and Usagi had put together months before, lighting a flame on the brazier with Eferin and preparing several prayer strips of her own for her friend and Sailor Moon. She burns them, and sends her wishes to the other girl, whereever she might be]

Be well, Usagi-chan.

(OOC: Feel free to respond via voice, or find Rei at her little hideaway)

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That one worked better? YOSH! I'll try the duck one too then! [Flails birdie feet as he tries to make sure he has the voice down!]

So a duck walks into a bar. The astonished bartender watches as he comes right up to the bar and asks, "Have ya got any grwapes?" [Purposely mispronounced with a Daffy-Duck like voice.]

"I'm sorry," the amazed bartender said, "This is a bar, we only have alcohol, but there's a grocery store down the street."

The duck waddled out without a word and the bartender thought he just imagined it until the next day the duck waddled in again. "Got any grwapes?" he asked again.

"No, I told you yesterday, this is a bar, we don't have grapes here," the bartender told him.

The duck waddled out again, but the next morning as the bartender was just opening for the day, same thing all over again. "Got any grwapes?"

"No, and we never will! Just alcohol! Wines and spirits! Scram already!" the bartender said, getting annoyed with all of this. This kept going for about a week until the bartender got fed and warned the duck, "If you ever come back here looking for grapes I'm going to take a hammer and nails and nail your feet to bar! Knock it off and try somewhere else already!"

The next morning the duck came in again and the bartender looked pretty mad. So he was surprised when the duck asked, "Ya got any nails?"

"No, this is a bar, not a hardware store, just alcohol here," he told the duck.

"Oh good," the duck grinned evilly. "So you got any grwapes?"

That's pretty terrible Marco. Who teaches you these cheesy jokes?

[But giggling]

Pirates! The ones I make are probably worse though.

I also learned a cool pirate song from Sanji this week, yoi!

Did you really?

[She raises an eyebrow. Pirates...so strange]

Aye! Would you like to hear it?

[On behalf of the other pirates, to be fair, Marco is a little weirder than most. Probably.]

Of course.

[What eldritch horrors await?!]

[Muppets. Muppets await you. Between this and Rainbow Connection he sang for Robin, it's been a Muppet week for the kid.]

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo

And they sailed their ship across the ocean blue
A blood thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
It's a darker tale as was ever told
Of a lust for treasure and a love of gold

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo
There are hungers as strong as the winds and tides
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo

And those buccaneers drowned there sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call em scum
Every man on board would have killed his mate
for a bag of beli or a piece of eight

Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo
There are secrets that sleep with Ol' Davey Jones
Yoooo Ho He Hooooo

When the main sails set and the course is weighed
There's no turning back from any course that's laid
And when greed and felony sail the sea,
you can bet your boots there'll be treachery

Shiver my timber, shiver my sail
Dead men tell no tales!

Fifth Prayer: Loss

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