Pirates of Penzance (Open)

[Dr. Finch Gamble]

It wasn’t every day that top hats, canes, and goggles made an appearance in modern society, much less all on the same person. Dr. Gamble was accustomed to curious looks by now, and even came to embrace it. He had been living in Pilot Ridge for a while, and while everyone took a second look the first time they saw him, no one who saw him ever needed a second look. He giggled at the thought and repeated it to himself, aloud this time.

A poster on a nearby telephone pole caught his eye, and he stepped closer to peer at it. It was an advertisement for musical by the local high school. He shrugged and resumed walking, though his brain lingered over the poster. “Pirates!” He exclaimed suddenly, startling the people around him. A grin split his face as lyrics flooded into his mind.

“I… am the very model of a modern Major General I’ve information vegetable animal and mineral I know the kings of England and I quote the fights historical from Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical.” In an attempt to better capture the nature of the song, he twirled his cane in his left hand, hooked it around a pole, and spun himself around exactly 13π/3 radians. That proved to be quite a few times too many, and he wobbled dangerously close to the street, not even trying to remain stationary as his vision spun.

[Piper Sasaki-Roswell]

Piper was on her way to her apartment after having dropped off a new student that morning. She'd stayed a bit filling out paperwork, making sure the student was settled and checking to see if there was anything she could do in town that day. Since everything seemed to be taken care of and nothing new required her immediate action she drove her car to the local garage to have it checked over (like she did every time she took it on a long road trip) and opted to walk back to her apartment in the interim since it would be at least a day before her car could be examined.

The young recruiter was making her way down one of the busier streets in the downtown area when she spotted a man dressed in what she thought to be period clothing...if that period included goggles. He also enjoyed singing apparently. She thought she might have heard once about a peculiar character that wandered around Pilot Ridge from time to time but she thought it was just an eccentric old man or woman who enjoyed annoying the locals. She recognized the tune of what he was singing but didn't know enough of the words of the song to try and sing along, and anyway since she was behind him it might scare him and that might be rude. But then he spun around and started teetering towards the street.

Reacting quickly, the young woman tucked her bag and map under her arm, took a few long strides forward and reached out grab the man's arm before he could step off the sidewalk. Her strong arms strained a little as she hauled him back from the edge and she released him quickly to keep from dropping her things. "Hey, you okay?" she asked with a bit of a laugh since she was pretty sure she knew why he'd almost fallen over.