Nipclub September 17th, 2026, Sekurity Update by Slinky, @Slinky_the_Cat, Sekurity Agent, Late Nite shift

Arrrggg! ‘Tis our yearly Talk Like a Pirate Nipclub bash on Sept.17!

Me vessel, The Dead Reckoning, set sail fer the Nipclub party tavern two days past, now I be finally arrivin’. Moo was servin’ rum drinks to all when I landed.

Gator and P and Jeego be here, and Pearl had come to spin a yarn o’ the great storm that hit her last night, with another brewin’ her way! She showed us the charts, and we spied the ominous clouds through a spyglass!

Pearl was servin’ fresh boiled crabs and rum drinks to all while we fretted over the next storm that might strike her abode. She said the catio be full o’ water.

Mizz Bassie said Armani the cat be home and improvin’ but still shy o’ eatin’. Gator had vanished fer a spell and come back; he drank too much rum and nodded off a few times already!

Angus spotted deviled eggs on the pirate party menu, and I couldn’t believe pirates would eat fancy spiced eggs, with spices from the far east! Gator says everythin’ be delivered to ships these days, using Ship Dash!

Mizz Bassie guessed pirates would eat near anythin’, and I surely planned to try whatever grub be there; even if it be the dreaded fancy spiced eggs!;

Pearl was frettin’ over the storm as the wind had picked up; in fact, she had to leave afore LATE NITE started as she feared losin’ power. Gator and Mizz Bassie have had rain too in recent days; seems to be pourin’ everywhere!

Gator be still here; Louis be talkin’ up his set list and Angus wants to play music too. I heard K-Boi might show up as well.

I be fillin’ in fer Pearl, and hopefully her house be still standin’ come morn. Louis was playin’ pirate tunes and sea shanties, and I’m servin’ rum and more fresh crab.

Gator brought out the custom Nipclub tankards, both plain everyday ones and extra shiny fancy ones! Gator also crafted a giant plank o’ delicious charcuterie with fresh shrimp, and it be epic!

Pearl returned from swabbin’ the deck but might’ve had to head back if the waves rise any higher at her digs! I was servin’ Black Pearl cocktails and vittles, and K-boi showed up! The fine rum drinks be flowin’, and we’re all havin’ a jolly time.

Pearl left again for good; she was fair tuckered out.

I’m servin’ fresh oyster treats and fine rum straight while Gator and I chat about Danny Elfman and his tunes, Oingo Boingo shows, and such. Moo came back, and I served her some fresh oysters.

TJS showed up as usual, near the end of the shindig.

Gator and I be still up talkin’; Louis and Angus faded away early. Or maybe it weren’t early—we just lost track of time.

I started servin’ hot buttered rum nightcaps and warnin’ folks about fallin’ off the dock. Angus reappeared, and Gator gladly savored a hot drink while I cleaned up the galley. After closin’ the bar, I sailed off toward the straits on me ghost ship, The Dead Reckoning.

Until next week!

Slinky the Cat