Wasn't there a trend for a while where people would post the stuff they carried with them everyday, to be like 'look how much you can tell about a person from these things'? Part of me wants to bring that back and tell you all about everything that lives in my backpack on a daily basis and part of me thinks we'd be here all day if I tried.
The list includes but is not limited to: mini first aid kit (bandaids, antiseptic wipes, tweezers, gloves), an entire bottle of tylenol (for the chronic headaches), an extra dose of my daily prescription meds (in case I forget them), multitool, more writing utensils than I can keep track of, extra socks and underwear (both in case of Fieldwork Shenanigans), an entirely unreasonable number of granola bars, mini tool kit containing two pairs of pliers and six screwdrivers, my wallet (boring, contains three library cards), pocket-sized notebook, menstrual products, several masks, a bandana, deck of cards, earplugs, wired AND wireless earbuds, a packet of electrolyte powder, hand sanitizer, plastic cutlery, menstrual products, sunglasses, and an umbrella.
What the fuck does that say about me? I may never have actually been a Boy Scout but I think I live up to the stereotype.
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Magic Carpet, Magic Nights: Elevate Your Evenings with Moroccan Vibes
When the sun takes its final bow and twilight sweeps the sky, don't let your outdoor space fade into the darkness. Instead, drape it in the mystique of Moroccan allure! Pillows, more charming than a storyteller's tales, lounge with you under a velvet sky strewn with stars. Lanterns, the architects of ambiance, sculpt intriguing patterns on floors, walls, and ceilings – it’s as if shadows are pirouetting to a secret melody.
Moroccan style doesn't just dress up your space; it whisks you away to a night bazaar where colors and cultures collide. Imagine sipping tea surrounded by lush greenery that's as wild as your imagination. It's like bringing a slice of Marrakech to your doorstep and offering it a front-row seat to the stars. Who needs a magic carpet when you've got enchanting throw pillows, captivating lanterns, and the cosmos above?
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Acacia House // Outdoor Seating
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cc: (TSR) Glass prism, pillow 1, pillow 2, towel, rug 1, rug 2, fireplace,
(ATS) cushion, lighting (not pictured)
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I'm at the raided ship. I'm at the pirate conversation pit. I'm at the combination raided ship and pirate conversation pit.
Slight Stizzy and potential Steddyhands flavour in here too.
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"We need one of these," Frenchie sighs and drapes himself over the many blue, purple, pink, and green cushions in the pit. "Can they retrofit a ship with one, do you think?"
"A conversation pit?" Stede asks and drops into the pit beside him. "I wouldn't see why not."
"This is wildly unnecessary," Izzy peers into the room before joining them in the pit. "Comfortable though. Ed would like this."
"And you?" Stede teases. He already knows the answer.
"I think it's impractical," Izzy replies, snuggling into the nearest dark purple round cushion. "Probably dangerous to have onboard as well. Takes up storage space-"
"Okay," Stede sighs. "I get it."
"But in terms of improving morale," Izzy continues, then yawns. "Might be good for that."
"Or naps," Frenchie giggles.
"If you find you need one," Izzy says. "I'm just testing it for...structural integrity."
"The structural integrity of the cushions?" Stede snorts. "Izzy. You can admit if you want a nap. We've been raiding and maiming and looting on here all morning; it makes sense to be tired!"
"Not tired," Izzy grumbles, head lolling onto Stede's shoulder. "You're tired. Bonnet."
"I am tired," Stede says as he motions for Frenchie to get closer. "Everyone else has the rest of the looting covered, I think. Maybe we could see about testing out these cushions more, before we take them with us."
Frenchie smiles. "Really? We're gonna get one of these? Fucking awesome."
"I trust you and Izzy on this," Stede replies and snuggles into them both. The habit of kittens and puppies to pile together and nap suddenly makes sense in a way it hasn't before. "You both finger the pulse of the crew, you know?"
Frenchie raises a brow. "We do what now?"
"You know what the crew is wanting, what's expected, what's sensible, but also what might be fun!" Stede continues.
"Oh! We have our fingers on the pulse of things."
"That's what I said," Stede yawns wide enough his jaw cracks. "Mhm. Quiet now. Pirate nap time."
"Not a thing," Izzy breathes out, barely audible, before nuzzling closer to Stede.
"It is now," Stede replies. "By decree of the Gentleman Pirate."
He waits for Izzy's snappy comeback, but all he gets is a light snore.
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"Lucius," Ed hisses. "Come here, quickly!"
Ed leads him down a long hall below deck, to a large room that seems nearly empty aside from a frankly obscene amount of ornate cushions, and-
"Oh my god," he slaps Ed's arm gently. "Look at them!"
Stede in the middle, Izzy to his left and Frenchie to his right. Splayed out in the pit of cushions, flopped over each other, sleeping hard enough to snore.
"Can you sketch it?" Ed whispers. "Before they wake up and realise what we're doing?"
"No one will believe us if we don't have proof," Lucius says, flipping open the new Captains' Journal to a blank page. "Find me a chair and I can sketch even faster."
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