(Seriously, it's like a cat getting murdered while playing the oboe.)

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Who: Guybrush Threepwood, OPEN
Where: Virgo District
Summary: Guybrush is sporting an odd fashion accessory today. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Warnings: There's a monkey in your pocket and it's stealing all your change.
The pirate Guybrush Threepwood -- and he IS, in fact, a pirate, even if it is hard to believe at, well, pretty much any time of the week -- has always managed to accrue a few stares whenever he goes out, primarily because he appears to be a grown man who's still going out in his favorite pirate costume every single day. Today, however, he's getting even more odd looks than usual as he goes about doing his grocery shopping, something which is not lost on him.

The piece of tape over his mouth might have something to do with it.

He's clearly not happy about it, going about his business with a sullen look. He's got a pad of paper and a pencil, thankfully, but one wonders exactly why he's out and about like this in the first place. Unless... the recent nanomachine malfunctions have something to do with it? Who knows.

Comments

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Staring is rude, ma'am. He looks at her with a slightly irritated expression before writing something down on the pad of paper.

Can I help you?

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"...is there a reason you're gagged, or should I be rescuing you?" she asked, equally nonplussed.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

He sighs, and fumbles in his pockets for a bit before pulling out a stack of flyers with a rubber band around them. He pulls one out and hands it to her; reading it reveals the following:

To whom it may concern:

Until the situation with people breaking out into song resolves, please do not make any effort to pull the tape off this man's mouth. Furthermore, if seen attempting to remove it himself, kindly intercept him before he does. I assure you that this is the best for everybody and anybody within earshot of this man.

- Elaine Marley-Threepwood

Apparently the culprit anticipated this question well in advance.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Well, after some careful reading of that...

"Ah, you're married. It makes perfect sense now."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

He sighs and shrugs. When his Plunderbunny has an idea set in her mind, there's very little he can do to dissuade her. He doesn't think he's THAT bad of a singer.

He turns back to his shopping, checking over some list or other.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"If it's not too much trouble to write it out, what are you looking for?" she asked, feeling like being helpful. "Or you could think about it really hard, but I can't really read thoughts so much as intent..."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

*He begins writing out what he needs. Halfway through, he looks boggled, crosses something out, and keeps writing. He looks oddly frustrated at one point before an obvious light bulb goes off in his head. Finally, he shows her the list. It's... oddly rhythmic.*

I've got to get:
bread
eggs
grapes
OJ
TP
some toothpaste
deodorant

Chips
peas
corn
cheese
porn ?!
Spaghetti-O's
salt
cups
Sprite (2-LITER)
bleach

...uhh... yogurt
Oreos
jager
Cheerios

what am i forgetting
What am I forgetting?
WHAT AM I FORGETTING?!

Oh yeah... grog!

*What an... odd list for a guy like Guybrush.*

[echo_of_a_jedi]

[Couldn't think of another rhyme for corn, huh?]

You need a hand carrying all that...?

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

*More like it's more hilarious he felt some weird compulsion to write that in the first place. Then again, it's a hard word to rhyme.

He shakes his head, then flexes a nonexistent muscle. Apparently, he feels if nothing else, he can as a Mighty Pirate (tm) carry his own groceries. It helps he has a nigh infinite inventory, of course.*