They're Coming to Get You, Guybrush!

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Who: Guybrush, and Others.
Where: Prompt A: In his apartment. Prompt B: Any given place around town, but especially Sagittarius and Virgo
Summary: Guybrush Threepwood, Jumpy Pirate.
Warnings: Connected to the Scorpio event.
A: [PUBLIC; Apartment Libra |5-04]

The sound of things being shifted around can be heard in Guybrush's apartment. It's hard to imagine what he could be doing in there, but he's not coming out either way. Is he redecorating or something? The door's locked, so if anybody wants to ask about it, knocking is a requirement. What IS he doing in there?

B: [PUBLIC; Around town]

Anybody who's gotten to know Guybrush at all knows the guy tends to prefer using extremely convoluted solutions to things before he dares dream of using something like a weapon. Yet here he is, hitting up all the weapon stores in town, trying to haggle folks down and interest them in trades for "something that's real good against intruders." And failing, generally, because mostly what he's got is an assortment of useless junk. Well, and a sword, which you'd think is good against intruders, but apparently isn't good ENOUGH. Every so often, too, he's peeking around corners as if expecting something to jump out.

VERY weird.

Comments

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Well, I figured you'd have noticed it by now. You know, that overall sense of terrible, impending doom? That's GOTTA mean something big and terrible is coming down!" His eyes dart around. "Man, I know they wanted us to help out with this stuff, but I didn't think the endgame was gonna be THIS early!"

[plunderbunny]

"Noticed what? I haven't felt any different or noticed anything odd until, well, now. Are you sure you're not just overreacting, dear? Are you feeling well?" She reached to put the back of her hand on his forehead to feel for a fever. She was actually starting to get a little worried for his mental state.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

No fever, it seems, aside from his vaguely feverish state of paranoid. "Who, me? Never better! I see everything clearly now! We're doomed." Yeah, that's clear.

He pats the fort. "But don't worry! I got enough defenses here to help us weather the storm! I've even got a bunch of this amazing food these modern guys have. It's noodles, except they're all dried up. But if you boil them, it's like they're brand new again! Nifty, isn't it?"

[plunderbunny]

Elaine never imagined that she would miss her husband's insufferable grandstanding, but she found the intense paranoia much more worrying. He wasn't going to listen to reason, that much was clear.

"So this is your plan? Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate(tm), the man who defeated LeChuck six times and can hold his breath for ten minutes, is going to run and hide with his tail between his legs at the first sign of danger?"

She would just appeal to his ego instead.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Well yeah, but that was just SLIGHTLY apocalyptic danger. This is MASSIVELY apocalyptic danger. It's different, you know?" he explains weakly. But darned if that doesn't stab a bit past the paranoia. "I mean, it's not like I COULDN'T handle it if I wanted to, what with being a great pirate hero and all. But sometimes you have to play the defensive!"

He smiles weakly at her. ...yeah, that's not going to fly and both of them know it.

[plunderbunny]

That didn't work?

She was sure that would've worked. There was no doubt in her mind now that there was something terribly wrong with Guybrush and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

"Well, er, dear." She tried not to sound overly worried. "You seem to have done a wonderful job with your preparations. I'm sure you have a good place to lie down and plenty of blankets, and a cold compress or two?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Oh sugarplum, I'm not SICK. I just realized we're all doomed to die horrible horrible deaths, is all!" He grins, as if he's made the discovery of the century or something. "But I do have plenty of blankets in here!"

He digs around. It sounds like he has a LOT of stuff in that bunker. One can only presume he uses the same amount of efficiency of space he does whereever the heck it is he hides everything he takes with him on adventures.

"Weird, where'd I get the one with all the little snowmen guys from?"