The Grandfather of the Reunion

Act 1-1

Argh! It's driving me nuts!

Starting first memory playback with: Diary entry of certain day

{July 8th}

We finally made it into Temperance, probably much more...blacker than I remember. It's been about a few days since we've got here, and already we can't tell if it's daytime or nighttime. I kept telling AJ watches are an essential, not for cufflinks, but noooo... Then again, you can't tell if it's AM or PM.

Talulah is progressively getting madder as time goes on. By the fact we kept using her as, instead of a leader; a figurehead, we used her as either a stove, a lantern, or a bug exterminator. I can't say to her "We're just being resourceful", because she will torch me and make me into a lamp, even though us teasing each other became the norm.

I'm writing my diary on a table right now, with a lantern that is not Talulah. It felt like I'm writing a propaganda novel. We're currently inside a clothing store, or a toy store, or both? Gordon retell an advice given by Lester, his pa. You have to enjoy the little things, and entertain yourself whenever possible if you're bored, because boredom is the number one killer.

I also have a saying to strengthen that advice. All you need are a pair of eccentric clowns, and you never have to worry about being bored. Speaking of which, Gordon and Lyudmila are having a blast with the equipment in our fortified toy mall. Hell, it's happening right now, they're dressed as pirates and are entertaining our two youngins. Oh, and our woman-child, Wu.

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Continuing playback with: Memory event recreation

[Hosea had to pause writing from the kiosk of a cashier counter to watch this scene unfold. From a distance away at the registers, there was a gathering of sorts, consisting of the youngest, and immature-est of the survivors, watching Gordon and Crownslayer, wearing pirate clothing from the costume section that somehow fits them, conducting a short skit. A spotlight using Hosea's powerful flashlight was used, and the smart and clever angles contributed by Svetlana made it look like they're hosting a stageplay.]

[Gordon wears a more "Formal look" of a swashbuckling buccaneer, he's more of a privateer than a sea raider. With his tricorn hat, and fancy red coat. There's also a steering wheel just by his crotch, for...to appeal at the more "mature" audience.]

[Crownslayer on the other hand, her look perfectly describes her name if she was in the 1700s. Bearing a more authentic and raggedy costume, fitting the poor conditions of the old and modern vikings.]

Gordon: "Arr! Avast ye maties! I am Captain Cockswing! And this is my trusty first mate! Foxy the Wolf! We have sailed the seven seas, looking for ye chest and booty! And no! My companion does not bear, nor hold any of those qualities!"

Crownslayer: "Hey!"

Gordon: "We be looking for ye seadogs to take you on ye trip to far away lands! Where you will may or may not be made into shark bait! Shall ye swab ye poopdeck! And go up and down me mast the largest!" *He eyes his maties individually, he then focuses on Mephisto, and strides over to ye cabin boy.* "You there, boy! You look like ye qualify for a part in me brigade of salty seamen!"

Mephisto: "Me? I don't know."

Gordon: "Nonsense, don't be shy, my matie. We'll split the boon 50/50! And I will totally not stab you in the back if we do!"

W: "Question, what's that on your pants? What's with the wheel?"

Gordon: "Argh! It's driving me nuts!"