SLRC-BCV>Devil's_Due and The Parrot's Prophecy

[Stoner_Steve]

Eris-givings, a holiday celebrated with a mixture of irreverence and gluttony, was in full swing on the Devil’s Due. The crew had gathered in the mess hall, a motley assortment of misfits and dreamers, each contributing a dish to the potluck feast. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats, spiced vegetables, and, of course, copious amounts of alcohol.

At the heart of the festivities was a game of Drunken D&D, a chaotic blend of role-playing and revelry. The dice rolled, the laughter echoed, and the spirits were high. However, a small problem threatened to derail the merriment. The rum, the lifeblood of the ship, was locked away in the bar, its key mysteriously missing.

Polly, the mischievous parrot, was the prime suspect. The bird, ever the opportunist, had absconded with the key, relishing the power it bestowed upon her. The crew, desperate for their libations, resorted to desperate measures. Some tried to coax Polly with treats, others attempted to reason with her, and a few even resorted to threats. But Polly, emboldened by her newfound power, remained unmoved.

Finally, Sean, armed with a hastily assembled flamethrower, appeared on the scene. "Alright, Polly," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Hand over the key, or I'll cook you like a holiday turkey."

The parrot, sensing the seriousness of the threat, squawked in surrender and dropped the key from its beak. The crew erupted in cheers, and the party resumed, the rum flowing freely. As the night drew to a close, Sean couldn't help but smile. Even on the strangest of holidays, the Devil's Due always managed to find a way to celebrate.