RP 🎲 Cap'n Nelyafinwë's Pirate Crew

[Server Room Gremlin]

*A message appears in a little glass bottle above Captain Nelyafinwë's head.*

*Pirate Curvo notices out of the corner of his eye and turns around*

Uh... cap'n? You got a little... somethin' up there above yer head. An' I've never seen bottled messages float on air before, so I'd be careful if I were you, lest it be some dark art to ensnare us...

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*A little scroll of paper, message-in-a-bottle style, comes out and unravels. It reads:*

Yer Cap'n isn't responding. What would ye fancy to do?

*Close the program

*Wait

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*A little scroll of paper, message-in-a-bottle style, comes out and unravels. It reads:*

Yer Cap'n isn't responding. What would ye fancy to do?

*Close the program

*Wait

*Curvo looks at this really suspiciously. What would 'close the program' mean? Close down this thought, or close down the Cap'n entirely?*

*...however, waiting hasn't really done anything so far - he seems quite stuck*

*tentatively, he pokes the paper where it says 'close the program'* 😐

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*Pirate Curvo's eyes open wide as saucers*

BRO— *hic*

*quite forgetting about escaping up the mast, he makes a slightly wobbly beeline for the newly-returned Tyelko, wooden leg clunk-ing on the deck as he goes*

*his voice comes out muffled into Tyelko's shoulder as he clumsily embraces him*
How dare the sea mists steal my *hic* bes' matey. *he sniffles faintly* At least ye seem to have returned to us whole. *pats his shoulder, as though assuring himself Tyelko is solid and real*

*Takes the clumsy Curvo in his arms and enjoys the hug*

It was a summon from higher powers, my brother. I just could not ignore the call.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Tyelko?! You're back!! *Kano watched as Curvo came and hugged him, and this brought him back to the verge of tears, it was so good to have them all heare*

We missed you so much T-T *Kano sniffs loudly and wipes his face with Nelyo's handkerchief*

My dear Makalaurë. Indeed I am back. Spent and in need of a good rest, but back I am. Eru...he had work for me.

*Grimaces, thinking about the mountain of paperwork he had done*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*A message appears in a little glass bottle above Captain Nelyafinwë's head.*

If it's from Eru, tell him I'm permanently indisposed.

 

[WatcherWraith]

*A little scroll of paper, message-in-a-bottle style, comes out and unravels. It reads:*

Yer Cap'n isn't responding. What would ye fancy to do?

*Close the program

*Wait

*Tiny Ghost stares in wide-eyed alarm at the captain.* "Ahoy, there, milord?! Ahoy?" *He waves a hand in front of Maedhros' face.* "YO HO HO AN' A BOTTLE OF WINE!"

*He looks back at the others and shrugs helplessly as Curvo taps "close program".* "If'n he folds up like this here paper, we oughta put him on a shelf, careful-like, til 'e fancies it's time t'wake up. What say you, mate Curvo?"

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*He looks back at the others and shrugs helplessly as Curvo taps "close program".* "If'n he folds up like this here paper, we oughta put him on a shelf, careful-like, til 'e fancies it's time t'wake up. What say you, mate Curvo?"

*Curvo looks Cap'n Nelyo up and down*
Even folded up, I wager he'd be a bit big to fit on a shelf, lil ghostling matey. *hic* P'raps a nice rest on 'is bunk instead.

...And we'd best be keepin' that soup away from him. Methinks it started this whole... *he waves a hand at the error message in a bottle* thing.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Amras snuggles into the ghost hug* Thank ye, Fingon. It been a mighty long time, but I still miss 'im. Least I still got the rest o' ye to keep me company, aye?

Aye, lil’ matey. Ya got yer fam’ly right ‘ere with ya. 🫂

*He nods, heading down the passage* Maybe it would help if we got him some of the soup.

*floats down the hallway after Amras* Good idea! He’d prob’ly appreciate somethin’ to eat. I’d help ya carry his bowl, but 9 times out a 10 I can’t hold a thing. 😅 *holds up his vaguely translucent hands in front of him to make his point*

 

[Ashley]

*Amras reaches the upper deck, where he spots Finwë with the soup. Suddenly, he stops as the reek of the soup invades his nostrils. He reels back, unprepared for the odorous onslaught* Fingon, do you have any idea what in Arda is in that soup? It smells like Morgoth barf.

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Amras reaches the upper deck, where he spots Finwë with the soup. Suddenly, he stops as the reek of the soup invades his nostrils. He reels back, unprepared for the odorous onslaught* Fingon, do you have any idea what in Arda is in that soup? It smells like Morgoth barf.

*Fingon stops abruptly beside Amras, confused and concerned at his sudden reaction. He sniffs the air.* What? Morgoth barf? Haru’s soup? Far as I was aware, it was normal. That’s why I offered it to ya.

…Ta be honest, I can no longer smell anything as a ghost, so if it be rancid, I am sorry ya almost ate it. Hopefully no one else has either, especially the Captain. 😥

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Cap'n Nelyafinwë closed his eyes after Matey Curufin chose to Close the Program. He has been still and silent for a few minutes, but then he suddenly opens his eyes and starts singing.*

🎵Soon, may the Silmarils come
To end our killin' and raids and runs!
One day, when the Oath's fulfilled
To Valinor we'll gooooo!🎵

*He looks around and notices everyone staring at him. Not seeming to have any memory of shutting down or singing the song, he speaks up.* Ahoy there, mateys! Glad to see ye all here!

*he sniffs the air and makes a face* Blimey, what is that smell? Whatever it is, we must find it and clean it up!

*he distributes cleaning supplies to everyone-- mops, vacuums, baby wipes, feather dusters, rum... you name it.*

(Everyone, feel free to have your character receive whichever type of cleaning supply you like best/think is the funniest for your character! It can be one of the items I described or something else. That something can be completely ridiculous. The Cap'n probably still has some rum in his system, after all!)

 

[WatcherWraith]

*Relieved to see the Cap'n awake and functioning, Tiny Ghost speeds off towards the cleaning supplies and tries to seize a bottle of misting water. He can only seize the mist.*
"Alrighty, mates!" *He cries, scooping out mist by the handfuls,* "Time to clean ye foul odors! Smite the stench! Smite the stench!" *He flies from one side of the ship to the other, searching for stink he cannot smell.*

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Curvo... takes the rum*

*Ever since the pot of soup with its associated smells was brought up on deck, his faint alcohol-induced blush had been replaced by a rather more greenish colour*

*He takes out a handkerchief and soaks it in the rum, before folding it in half and tying it over his nose and mouth*

*he sighs in relief*
Ahh... that's better.


*...however, the alcoholic fumes seem to be... affecting the already tipsy Curvo even further*

*With cap'n bro's song stuck in his head, he begins singing it to himself as he walks over to the source of the stench, the steaming soup pot, with a bowl in hand*

*He dips the bowl in the soup, fills it, then tosses it over the rail into the sea, as though bailing out water after a storm*

*And he continues singing as he keeps on bailing the mushy hull muffin soup, his wooden leg clunk-ing unsteadily with his drunken gait*

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*Glorfindel, eyeing the proceedings from a bird's eye view where he's remained on the sail, furrows his brow thoughtfully.*

He dips the bowl in the soup, fills it, then tosses it over the rail into the sea, as though bailing out water after a storm

Ah... I wouldn't do this if I were you... *Is recalling his trip across the blue with the similarly titled wizards.*

*Underneath the water, a certain being has been watching the proceedings and getting increasingly fed up...

Ossë is not impressed with the Junk Dump™️. He starts getting fussy. And when we say fussy, we mean FUSSY... entailing a series of waves swirling and kicking up and tossing the ship to and fro. Bursting to the surface in a mighty roar of water falling, he booms.* WHO UNDER ARDA'S SEA LEVEL DARES DEFILE MY DOMAIN?"

*Glorfindel winces from his position and swings from the sail masts back and forth like a modern trapeze artist.* Too late. Hold on to your pet rocks!

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Ossë is not impressed with the Junk Dump™️. He starts getting fussy. And when we say fussy, we mean FUSSY... entailing a series of waves swirling and kicking up and tossing the ship to and fro. Bursting to the surface in a mighty roar of water falling, he booms.* WHO UNDER ARDA'S SEA LEVEL DARES DEFILE MY DOMAIN?"

*Pirate Curvo jumps a bit, and stumbles back. But he is otherwise completely unfazed, his self-preservation instincts brought down to practically zero thanks to the rum.*

*He flings the bit of soup currently in his bowl into the water, with attitude*

Curvo, emphatically, with a bold Fëanorian glare:

 

[Ashley]

Ossë is not impressed with the Junk Dump™️. He starts getting fussy. And when we say fussy, we mean FUSSY... entailing a series of waves swirling and kicking up and tossing the ship to and fro. Bursting to the surface in a mighty roar of water falling, he booms.* WHO UNDER ARDA'S SEA LEVEL DARES DEFILE MY DOMAIN?"

*Glorfindel winces from his position and swings from the sail masts back and forth like a modern trapeze artist.* Too late. Hold on to your pet rocks!

*The movement of the ship combines with the smell of the soup concoction to create a rather unpleasant effect in Amras' stomach. He stumbles to the rail, reaching out just before Osse's appearance. He tries to remain upright but is catapulted into the water. *
Help me, mateys! I don't plan on visiting Davy Jones' locker yet!

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*Pirate Curvo jumps a bit, and stumbles back. But he is otherwise completely unfazed, his self-preservation instincts brought down to practically zero thanks to the rum.*

*He flings the bit of soup currently in his bowl into the water, with attitude*

Curvo, emphatically, with a bold Fëanorian glare:

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Ossë:

...*Proceeds to full on belly laugh, resulting in even more wavestorms...*

*Glorfindel whistles long and low, a timber of it ringing to the tune of the Ulumuri.*

The movement of the ship combines with the smell of the soup concoction to create a rather unpleasant effect in Amras' stomach. He stumbles to the rail, reaching out just before Osse's appearance. He tries to remain upright but is catapulted into the water. *
Help me, mateys!

*Summoned by Glorfindel's call, a second figure materializes in seafoam beside him, cradling a bundle of Fëanorian. It's Uinen!* Ossë my love, let us restore serenity to the sea.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Ossë:

...*Proceeds to full on belly laugh, resulting in even more wavestorms...*

*Curvo somehow manages to keep his footing, though he turns a bit green again at the combined effect of alcohol and stormy weather*

*hic!* 'Fraid not. *gestures at his handkerchief mask* I do this for the sake of me senses, and the gen'ral wellbeing of all crew on deck. *glances down at Amras in Uinen's arms* ...and off deck.

*clumsy salute to Uinen*
'ppreciate you catchin' my bro, m'lady of the seas. *hic*

 

[Ashley]

*Summoned by Glorfindel's call, a second figure materializes in seafoam beside him, cradling a bundle of Fëanorian. It's Uinen!* Ossë my love, let us restore serenity to the sea.

*Amras stops flailing and settles into Uinen's embrace. As his breathing settles, he looks up at her and cracks a sheepish grin* Thank you, my lady. As for your husband over there though: