(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]

This is hardly the first time he's run into someone whose gender fell firmly into the question mark category on the census. Granted, the Vaycaylians were less blue (marginally) and wingy (decidedly) but whatever. He shrugs, looking sheepish, and eyes the hand carefully before gingerly putting his in it. Preferably to reduce the potential for severed arteries.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Birdish they were, but those talons were filed down more than just to take away the pointy tips. They were actually rather... soft, however the burd did it. And said burd might've looked like a skinny teenager in build, but there must've been a bit of muscle hidden under those loose robes, because they actually didn't seem to have as much trouble helping the poor pirate up as one might have suspected.

No artery severing going on here today, just... teh awkward, apparently. Much of that. The burd was so sheepish over the whole thing. And that was totally a bit of purple-hued blush on those blue cheeks too now.

"I--" Pause. ....was that tape over the human's mouth?

"....."

All right, not sure what to say now. Words are not coming out for a moment, just... staring at that. "You... um.....?" A glance up to meet his look, and then back to staring at the tape a sec. This is a little baffling, sorry.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

He sighs. Ohhhhh boy. He rifles through his inventory (you're not sure, but you SWEAR it's in his pants) before pulling out a flier and handing it over. This is going to be VERY old before this situation resolves itself.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Reading it silently, then looking back up to the pirate again. Looking back to the note... and then back up at the pirate.

"Honestly, that sounds like something my brothers did to one of us when--" Stopping there, for a second, sighs... a hint of a sad smile. "He was driving everyone out of their minds with constant birdsong sounds. I--"

Paaaaause. That smile's dropping into a confused look.

"....wait, there's something going on that's making people sing a lot?" Eyeing you now, mister Pirate, sir. Looks like the burdie's caught on to an idea here....

Oops, sorry, I have a tendency to drop tags if I don't have access to Outlook.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

If he nodded any harder, his head would come off. Unless he were a bobblehead. You're pretty sure he's not a bobblehead. He looks a little indignant, though, as if he feels like his singing isn't THAT bad, geez.