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

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

Something like an angel with a bag of sweets?

He's finished work for the day and is headed to the library for a few reading lessons. Thankfully for Guybrush, Pit's not wearing his Greco-Roman attire (though he is still wearing his golden laurel head wreath), but his wings are sticking out the back of his hoodie and are raised curiously.

Why's this guy carrying around a bunch of (really shabby) weapons?

[themortalhalf]

You know who lurks in Sagittarius? This guy.

When it isn't being overrun by punks, it's a quieter place than most. Crowds are starting to make him edgier, and he can't quite pinpoint a reason why—like he's expecting something to happen that never does. Hell, it's starting to feel like he's stuck in Tartarus, body always on high alert with senses sharper than they have to be, straining at their metaphorical seams.

It's making him anxious, and while he's doing better at keeping that anxiousness below the surface, hidden, he's quickly discovering walking around Hinoto-ri is only making it worse—not better. It's doing little to relieve the paranoid stress that's building a sizable knot in his gut.

Don't mind Shinjiro though as he emerges suddenly out of an uninhabited alleyway.

Or do.

[plunderbunny]

Elaine was going to waste no time in figuring out what he was up to, since chances are he was already knee-deep in some kind of trouble. It was just a matter of finding out what kind of trouble.

"Husband." She called out as she knocked on the door of his apartment. "What are you up to in there?"