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revivalproject2022-09-12 09:58 pm
saltnpepperbeard) wrote in revivalproject2022-09-12 09:58 pm
Damn your love
WHO: Edward Teach, OTA
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking
Sugar
Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.
He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?
Smoke
The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking
Sugar
Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.
He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?
Smoke
The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?
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He gave the bar a sniff (and possibly a discreet lick), and hummed in consideration as he lathered up. Not as nice as the stuff Stede had, but not bad at all.
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"You know how telescopes let you look REALLY far away?"
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"Some time after the age of piracy, people figured out how ti arrange lenses to see things a fucking hell of a lot smaller. And they started to find that there were these really fucking tiny things called microbes, called bacteria. And plenty of those things can hide on your skin, or in all sorts of places, and when they get in you, you can get super sick. But with washing you can get a lot of them off of your skin. And when it's things you are washing you use water as hot as you can handle because that helps too."
With that he gestures to the faucet.
"It's sorta why sometimes water you find is bad water and makes you sick. But why beer doesn't. Water for beer gets boiled, and it kills most of the microbes, making t sage to drink. And that's what you wash your hands before eating stuff, or before cooking. Not for the dirt you can see, but for the things you can't."