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Salty Jack wrote:

As beautious as the sun rising over the sea...

Good morning, young lady.

Looks over at the new Jack

My you're a salty one. Help a lady find her bikini?

Well, there might be a bikini here in my rowboat. Might not. holds up +5 bikini of blade turning. Does this look like yours?

A groan issues from the hot tub area. Alaina arises from the water, starkers, and looks about woozily.

OK, who make off with my bikini? Sunny G gave that to me, and it was a +5 Bikini of Blade Turning ... OWWW!

Looks at Acme at the bar

How's about a Bloody Mary Acme? I need a bit of the hair of the dog what bit me ...owwww

As beautious as the sun rising over the sea...

Good morning, young lady.

The sun glints off of the frame of beams and girders that have been raised off the side of the estate where Panama Jack's rooms are. Most of the underground excavation seems to have been covered over by the constant stream of concrete being poured the day before and through the night. The displaced earth is being moved about the property as part of the new landscaping. Out by the front entrance, stonemasons are supervising the unloading of truck after truck of massive stone.

Got to hand it to Cousin Panama. He knows how to rock!

Ambrosia Slaad wrote:

The Dalesman wrote:

The place looks like a battlefield (albeit a 'friendly' one) as Devlyn quietly picks his way through the aftermath of the party.

{He stubbles upon a dark figure quietly loading bottles of liquor and uneatten snacks into a large cooler} EEP! {the thief Gates away, taking the cooler and a keg of beer}

A chair lands, embedded in the ground where the figure just was, as Devlyn swears quietly to himself.

"Bloody scavengers. Unreal," he mutters to himself as does a thorough sweep for more of them.

Any other stragglers will not be as lucky as Ambrosia Slaad ;)

Raising his head from a rowboat in the middle of the pool,

"Not even pirates, they are. Of course it does look a bit like we've been chumming the grounds."

After a few moments of scuffling, the Jacks look up.

Where'd the girls go?

LJ is starting to look a little flushed.

How long does this game last? she says breathily. Cause I could really use a nice cold shower about now.

You aren't the only one.

Who let the Jills out?

I like it when the Jills get let out.

Time for Dark & Stormys!

Who's thirsty?

Heavy on the rum for mine, thanks.

Alaina, the Fire Flower wrote:

A tanned stunning strawberry blonde in a blinding white thong bikini with tattooed designs all over her exposed flesh zips in

Hey guys, got room in the hot tub? Hey! Lynora-Jill! It's been ages!

Drops into pool next to LJ

Hmmm...did this hot tub just get hotter?

Probably can turn off the bubbles. The water's boiling on its own.

Please to be not dropping anything more in here!

*splashes El-lina and swims away*

Mermaid!

Uh...another sea elf. Oh well.

pulls out longlass to watch the lady sea elf

*ogles women*

Ooh, hot spiced rum and cold pina colada running liquor! I love it!

You're welcome, lovely.

Priestess of Discord wrote:

Well, LJ, would you rather bounce with me some more, or shall we hit the showers?

The beer cans in his new hard hat both pop their tops unexpectedly

Oops. Sorry, that usually doesn't happen.

Well, LJ, would you rather bounce with me some more, or shall we hit the showers?

The beer cans in his new hard hat both pop their tops unexpectedly

I've typhoons with less energy.

Someone fetch me another bottle. I don't want to miss a thing.

Now, if we only had some mermaids...

Now I understand why Panama moved here!

Nymphs!

floating gently on a dragon pool toy Salty Jack reminisces, "This reminds me of the construction of the Panama Canal. You boyos didn't know they named that after my cousin, did you? You see, he did a few favors for the president of the Colonies. Saved his arse from the proverbial ringer, he did."

burp!

drink!

Incredibly load screeching of unidentified machinery.

Reminds me of my 1st wife....

As Jack Hammer enjoys the massage powered by many of his namesakes, the entire house is rattled with vibrations, knocking things off of shelves and bouncing objects across the floor.

Dislodged by the vibrations a dusty old bottle of rum is revealed, having been hidden at the back of the bar.

Is that an old bottle of the family label? I'm sure ol' Panama wouldn't mind if I had a taste or two...

Salty Jack wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

R. S. Powerhouse wrote:

I got a work order here by a Col. J. J. Jackson to begin an expansion project on his rooms, but they have to be approved by someone in authority. You authorized to sign?

Wow. Panama's going outside of Acme? Must be a really special project.

Sure, I'll sign.

What's this? My cousin Panama up to something?

Yeah, Pal, we got us a major construction project here. Unrolls blueprints for Salty's edification. Looks like your cuz is in need of some major additional space requi-irements, if youse know what I mean.

Maybe it's that brewery we always wanted our dads to build? Ahh, good boyo, Panama. Always 'membering our roots.

R. S. Powerhouse wrote:

I got a work order here by a Col. J. J. Jackson to begin an expansion project on his rooms, but they have to be approved by someone in authority. You authorized to sign?

Wow. Panama's going outside of Acme? Must be a really special project.

Sure, I'll sign.

What's this? My cousin Panama up to something?

Salty Jack wrote:

Thar be a lot of fart smellers on dese boards...

Unless you are talking about the Lock in a rugby scrum and they are known as "Bum Sniffers" I am not sure what you are talking about.

The Lock for the interested are almost always the tallest players on the team and so are the primary targets at line-outs. At line-outs, locks must jump aggressively, usually being lifted by team-mates, to catch the ball and get it to the scrum half or at least get the first touch so that the ball comes down on their own side.

The two locks stick their heads between the two props and the hooker in the scrums. They are also responsible for keeping the scrum square and the front row together and providing power to shift it forward. (This position is referred to as the "engine room".)

Locks are very tall, athletic and have an excellent standing jump along with good strength. They also make good ball carriers, bashing holes in the defence around the ruck and maul. They also have to push the rucks and mauls and are the main figures of rucks and mauls.

Bum sniffers. heh.

fart smellers --> smart fellers. just a play on words. ;)

Cool avvy!

Thar be a lot of fart smellers on dese boards...

Settling into one of the comfy chairs in the main room, Salty watches the live feed coming from the Dark & Stormy Knights' Road Trip. Spying Smu#f Jack wobbling more and more...

"Stand back me boyos, she's gonna blow!"

"Thar she blows!"

"I haven't seen someone that shade of green since my 1st trip as a cabin boy in Her Majesty's fleet."

An old sailor strolls into the Clubhouse

"Does this fine establishment be the Jack Clubhouse?"

spying the Black Seal rum on tap "Aye, this be the right place." helping himself to a tankard of rum "Nuthin' like a bit of port in a storm."

"Has anyone seen that land-lubber of a cousin of mine, Panama Jack?"