Ch. 6 Crocodile Tears

[not_a_codfish]

[Anyone outside tonight will see a certain pirate captain sitting under the stars, a twin cigar in his hand, with a glass of wine cradled in his hook. Hook is wearing quite the sad-sack expression. After a good long sulk, he cracks open the journal and dictates]

I find myself quite disturbed. The recent... infection that swept through the Castle has proven yet again that his place has the power to overwhelm one's own judgment and alter ones emotions and perspectives. I find it troubling that anything, let alone a little flu, could overcome my good form.

[ooc open for action or over the journal]

Comments

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[glowingtroll]

It Seems To Me
In My Admittedly Limited Experience With Such Things
Is That Whatever Swept Through This Place Last Week
Was Far Greater Than A Little Flu

Dictated

[not_a_codfish]

Hmmmmph

That does nothing to alleviate my displeasure. To thought that I, the model of good form, could be reduced to such lows is appalling.

[onlyanapple]

Nice to hear you're not waylaid by castle induced insanity.

[not_a_codfish]

[A laconic sigh drifts in over the journal. Hook is in one of his moods]

Yes... My mind is my own again. Or perhaps it is not... how would I know?

[Hook definitely seems rattled]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh no, not one of those moods]

Guess there's no way to tell, really. Poor you.

[not_a_codfish]

[all the mope! All of it!!!!]

And that is what truly disheartens me. I, the model of good form and gentlemanly behavior can be transformed into an ill mannered dog or a fumbling buffoon, and never realize the change... How does one steel one’s self against such a thing?

[onlyanapple]

You don't. You just roll with the punches and hope you don't get anything too humiliating.