Alex/Hank - 21st Century OceanpunksensitizationFebruary 9 2012, 02:52:59 UTC
Most of the land is submerged underwater and instead of vast continents, there are merely islands and bigger islands. Most of the people despite the advances in technology are highly superstitious, which allows for fortune tellers to not only exist, but some to be regarded with a sort of celebrity status. Alex is a fortune teller by trade, but really would rather just float around, catch fish, and not do any fortune telling as it gives him a headache.
Enter Erik, who is captain of the HSS Cerebro of the United Islands of America and sort of accidentally sails his ship right into Alex's floating pile of welded metal. The crew saves Alex and brings him on board but Erik tells him that he won't be able to drop Alex off at a port since they're on a rescue mission to find Charles, a minor British royal who disappeared off of everyone's radar in the Pacific Ocean. Erik shunts Alex down into the ship's labs to work with Hank the scientist to find Charles' whereabouts. Hank doesn't believe in all this voodoo sorcery and politely tells Alex
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FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 1/3, Oceanpunk 'versesensitizationFebruary 12 2012, 02:53:29 UTC
To Hank, the ocean stretched uninterrupted as far as the eye could see, and then some. Unfortunately, his glasses were broken in one lens and so there was some fuzzy back-and-forth image-jumping going on and he wasn’t able to see that far, actually, but thankfully, that was what telescopes and binoculars were for. Hank was a practical sort of young man. On his person he always carried a spyglass, a pen and notebook full of diagrams and formulae, a dagger stuffed into his right boot, a pistol in a holster at his waist, a compass, and a picture of his mother in a pocket watch in his chest pocket. This picture was not practical, but sentimental; he hadn’t seen his mother in two years, not since he joined the crew as the navigational scientist of HSS Cerebro, captained by Erik Lensherr, who had led the fleet responsible for the detainment and arrest of one Sebastian Shaw, traitor to The United Islands of America. That had all been well and good, Hank supposed, but it seemed that the capture of Shaw would be the pinnacle of Captain
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FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 1/4, Oceanpunk 'versesensitizationFebruary 12 2012, 02:54:50 UTC
To Hank, the ocean stretched uninterrupted as far as the eye could see, and then some. Unfortunately, his glasses were broken in one lens and so there was some fuzzy back-and-forth image-jumping going on and he wasn’t able to see that far, actually, but thankfully, that was what telescopes and binoculars were for. Hank was a practical sort of young man. On his person he always carried a spyglass, a pen and notebook full of diagrams and formulae, a dagger stuffed into his right boot, a pistol in a holster at his waist, a compass, and a picture of his mother in a pocket watch in his chest pocket. This picture was not practical, but sentimental; he hadn’t seen his mother in two years, not since he joined the crew as the navigational scientist of HSS Cerebro, captained by Erik Lensherr, who had led the fleet responsible for the detainment and arrest of one Sebastian Shaw, traitor to The United Islands of America. That had all been well and good, Hank supposed, but it seemed that the capture of Shaw would be the pinnacle of Captain
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Re: FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 2/4, Oceanpunk 'versesensitizationFebruary 12 2012, 02:56:09 UTC
And that certainly got the crew moving. It went against every credo that young seafarers had ever been taught, the most important of which was: Leave no man behind. Chief Mate Darwin appeared at Hank’s side, leaning far over the edge of the ship, the crispness of his navy uniform creating sharp lines against the horizon. Hank looked at Darwin’s uniform enviously. Compared to the chief mate’s, Hank’s was dusty and faded, more grey than navy - he would have to talk to the Chief Steward, MacTaggart. He shuddered at the thought of complaining to Moira MacTaggart, who ran stock and inventory. If she didn’t like the nature of his complaint, he could be facing a week of tasteless, lumpy gruel. Their seaman had jumped into the water by now. Hank watched as he swam with powerful strokes, floater over his shoulder, towards a blonde head in the water. When Janos, their seaman, reached the body, Hank stared, fascinated, as the blonde headed man raised a fist and slugged Janos right on his olive-toned cheek. This was followed by a brief
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Re: FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 3/4, Oceanpunk 'versesensitizationFebruary 12 2012, 02:57:20 UTC
Instantly there was a flurry of action. Janos, closest to Alex, quickly latched onto the newcomer’s hands, bringing them behind his back in an efficient lock. Pistols appeared in the hands of the crew. Darwin stepped into Alex’s space while he struggled against his bonds, and he unceremoniously yanked the tunic open at the collar. “I have a right to privacy!” Alex insisted, indignant.
“I have a right to protect this ship,” Darwin countered, still calm. He prodded at the pale, wet skin of Alex’s collarbone, his own finger dark against the flesh. Alex hissed like he’d been burned. “Still fresh,” Darwin murmured. “Saltwater probably not helping things, huh. You a Mage, Mr. Summers? What kind? Don’t seem to be a dangerous one, at least.” It was true; all Mages were marked where Alex was, the intricacies of the ink somehow a code for the type of magic user they were. The only symbols that many bothered learning were the trident - water magic - and the star - fire magic. These types of magic users were dangerous, especially at
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Re: FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 4/4, Oceanpunk 'versequixyjieFebruary 12 2012, 02:59:52 UTC
“Pull him up,” Darwin said, already dismissive. “I will notify the Captain of our new crew member. Meanwhile, where is there most need of assistance on this ship? Ah.” His gaze fell on Hank, who simultaneously shrank and snapped to attention. “Lieutenant McCoy. You’re all by yourself down in the bowels of this ship, trying to figure out for us where to go next. I think you could use some company. Mr. Summers will assist you in your…navigation duties.”
Hank resisted the urge to groan and stamp his feet in frustration. He liked to work alone. The only reason he had come above was because Captain Lensherr had required him to spend at least one hour a day in open air. It was written into his contract. He much preferred the cool steel bowels of the ship, where his maps and charts were safe from ocean spray, where he could tinker with his gadgets in peace. Lately, he had been working on a compass that would not point North, but toward the nearest landmass. Darwin asked, “What say you?” only it wasn’t really a question, coming
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Re: FILL: The Story About How Lieutenant McCoy Met Mr. Summers, 4/4, Oceanpunk 'versesensitizationFebruary 12 2012, 03:16:37 UTC
AAAH-- this is just so cool! I love what you've done with everyone; making Darwin and Janos such don't-fuck-with-me bamfs, Alex a cocky ass and Hank an unwilling participant in all of this. While I'd love to see them go through all those shenanigans you've listed above, this is already gold in of itself. Thank you so much for filling! :)
Enter Erik, who is captain of the HSS Cerebro of the United Islands of America and sort of accidentally sails his ship right into Alex's floating pile of welded metal. The crew saves Alex and brings him on board but Erik tells him that he won't be able to drop Alex off at a port since they're on a rescue mission to find Charles, a minor British royal who disappeared off of everyone's radar in the Pacific Ocean. Erik shunts Alex down into the ship's labs to work with Hank the scientist to find Charles' whereabouts. Hank doesn't believe in all this voodoo sorcery and politely tells Alex ( ... )
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Their seaman had jumped into the water by now. Hank watched as he swam with powerful strokes, floater over his shoulder, towards a blonde head in the water. When Janos, their seaman, reached the body, Hank stared, fascinated, as the blonde headed man raised a fist and slugged Janos right on his olive-toned cheek. This was followed by a brief ( ... )
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“I have a right to protect this ship,” Darwin countered, still calm. He prodded at the pale, wet skin of Alex’s collarbone, his own finger dark against the flesh. Alex hissed like he’d been burned. “Still fresh,” Darwin murmured. “Saltwater probably not helping things, huh. You a Mage, Mr. Summers? What kind? Don’t seem to be a dangerous one, at least.”
It was true; all Mages were marked where Alex was, the intricacies of the ink somehow a code for the type of magic user they were. The only symbols that many bothered learning were the trident - water magic - and the star - fire magic. These types of magic users were dangerous, especially at ( ... )
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Hank resisted the urge to groan and stamp his feet in frustration. He liked to work alone. The only reason he had come above was because Captain Lensherr had required him to spend at least one hour a day in open air. It was written into his contract. He much preferred the cool steel bowels of the ship, where his maps and charts were safe from ocean spray, where he could tinker with his gadgets in peace. Lately, he had been working on a compass that would not point North, but toward the nearest landmass. Darwin asked, “What say you?” only it wasn’t really a question, coming ( ... )
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