3 - [Video] ((In which phoenixes plot for their own amusement))

[fierybluebird]

[Disoriented Marco is snapping out of his post-chip removal coma and mild bird after affects with his eyes blocked off by one of Nami's bras, an egg safely bundled where he thought the communicator would be, and he's spread out on top of Ace's chest where once a fiery blue phoenix was. You can still still some of the fiery down and sparkles left all over the couch and pillow fort that looks like a nest. After some more scrambling, Marco gets the bra off his head and stares at in his hand, still eternally deadpan even about that.]

Well, must have been one hell of a party. [There's a small burst of blue flames about his arms, as he checks something much to a relieved sigh. Then he notices the egg. And that he's straddling Ace. This one's going to take him a while.]

No, even drunk I'm pretty sure I can't lay eggs. [Carefully inspects it for signs of cracks or life, but really it's just a normal hen egg so he wraps it in a scarf and rubs his chin, back to the mystery of the bra.] Now if I can just figure out who you belong to before Ace wakes up, maybe I can bluff knowing exactly what we did. Or make up something more dramatic.

[And THEN he realizes it's been a couple of days and there's some decorations up.] Shit... how long have I been out? I hope I didn't miss Christmas, I didn't get to ask the scientists for pictures or bounty posters of the crew. [That said, Marco gets distracted with an evil grin and apparently devising a plot to put the bra on Ace. With luck, they were both drunk and Ace remembers even less. Doing SOMETHING with the bra, he finds the communicator and shuts it off.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

It's a long story.

Really really long for all of it.

[rules_the_north]

...'m see.

[fierybluebird]

At least he's gotten the hang of it now, eh.

[rules_the_north]

Some t'ke a wh'le.

[fierybluebird]

True enough. I took awhile myself even.

[rules_the_north]

...

Mh. [He's not sure about himself. Sometimes he wishes that Denmark would get a hint and shut up, but that's the opposite direction.]

[fierybluebird]

At least the smart ones come around, eh.

[rules_the_north]

F'n and Nor 're smart.

[fierybluebird]

See? So there you go.

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. [ Ethan says solemnly, then he cocks his head slightly, questioningly. ]

You train birds?

[fierybluebird]

Not exactly.

It's a long story.

[Because how do you go about saying "No, I just am a bird."]

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind listening sometime.

[fierybluebird]

Remember how Ace can turn into fire?

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ He nods, albeit uncertainly. He doesn't understand how it happens, but he can't help but acknowledge the facts. ]

[fierybluebird]

Right, well my ability complements that. Or vice versa. [Switches an arm to a fiery blue wing.] It's why I wanted my chip out, eh.

[Action] <3's that icon btw

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Wh-what!? YOU COULDN'T TELL!? {And now he's wriggling trying to get free of your weight. Off. Off with you mister! You may be his brother but this has gone far enough!}

I was drunk... I don't remember when I fell asleep or anything! I would remember something like that! {But he somehow doesn't sound so sure of himself. Srsly he has doubts.}

[Action] XD

[fierybluebird]

[Marco's actually having trouble keeping a straight face now, but he manages, if just barely.]

That's not what you said last night, eh. [Very accusing tone.] What will we tell our baby? [Fakes shock and horror and hands Ace the egg.]

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

I see. [ Ethan doesn't. But he's trying to be a good friend. ]

[fierybluebird]

So yeah. I'm rather fond of birds.

It's a strange coincidence I suppose.

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ He nods, though it looks like he's getting distracted by his loss once more. ]

I'm sorry...I need to go. I'm glad you're alright, Marco.

[fierybluebird]

Thanks. Feel better Ethan.

[Action]

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

It-- {Staring at the man and turning another shade of red at the thought of--of--well, saying anything and doing ANYTHING of what was floating through his head with Marco. Curse his imagination.

He stares at the egg though and suddenly the wind is taken right out of his sails. He gives the other an unamused look.} Very funny.

{He's inspecting the egg and holding it up to the light.} ...I think we cooked it.

Guess we really did get too hot last night. {A sly sort of look. Looks like Ace had decided if you can't beat'em join'em. Cause really, if he DID do something with Marco...well, he couldn't remember either way. And really, why the hell not?}

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Well, I'm always too hot to handle. After last night I'll give you credit for the same. [Evil flirty grin, still waiting for Ace to call his bluff.]

Re: [Action]

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{Consider your wish granted.} Alright, so since you know so much about last night, then tell me already would ya? Remind me so I can have the memory too you selfish pineapple.

Re: [Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Spreads hands helplessly.] I have no idea. Last thing I remember is asking Chopper to take my chip out and then I woke up a few days later with an egg I have no idea how we got, and apparently a nest made of clothes. I was hoping you could shed some light on the wild party I missed.