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GAL FRIDAY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
PIRATE JENNY GUABANCEX JENNY:
THE CAPTAIN:
unless he likes you then it's more like
Okay, sick, so --
[deep breath buddy you rehearsed this]
In 1950-whatever this guy named Walt Disney opened Disneyland in California, USA, uhh, Earth, and basically redefined what it meant to be an amusement park. We're talking about spinning teacup rides, Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, like, all the Mountains, which are actually roller coasters but I probably don't have to explain those to you --
So anyway it's called the Happiest Place on Earth and TBH after that shit I think maybe everyone could use some corporate mouseketeering, so like. Caaaaaaan we go to Disneyland, is what I'm asking.
[deep breath buddy you rehearsed this]
In 1950-whatever this guy named Walt Disney opened Disneyland in California, USA, uhh, Earth, and basically redefined what it meant to be an amusement park. We're talking about spinning teacup rides, Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, like, all the Mountains, which are actually roller coasters but I probably don't have to explain those to you --
So anyway it's called the Happiest Place on Earth and TBH after that shit I think maybe everyone could use some corporate mouseketeering, so like. Caaaaaaan we go to Disneyland, is what I'm asking.
Edited 2023-01-20 08:31 (UTC)
Fantastic. [moving right along] Just a few quick questions. Starting with the most pressing... Did any of that armor come through between our last conversation and what happened at the last excursion?
[their last conversation being the one where he said "please destroy any of the armor that comes through."]
[their last conversation being the one where he said "please destroy any of the armor that comes through."]
[there's a rapping at his door on the bridge, as if someone hit it with a door knocker, or perhaps a cane in one hand since their other is completely full. which it is - she has two books in it, one in braille and one in normal type, and inspiration has struck her as to what to say, how best to try to get acquainted with him.
detective stories aren't exactly horror novels, but give her time, she's still getting through the works of Stephen King on her own.
she'll wait for a reply. even if nothing comes, she'll wait - sheer stubbornness is going to carry her through.]
detective stories aren't exactly horror novels, but give her time, she's still getting through the works of Stephen King on her own.
she'll wait for a reply. even if nothing comes, she'll wait - sheer stubbornness is going to carry her through.]
I don't, either. Not in any meaningful way. [he considers it...] Is there a way to find out which one it is?
Well, I certainly can't lay any claim to sanity. I'm sitting on the floor on the bridge of a ship that apparently isn't real, teaching the man who should probably be my enemy how to draw my favorite flower.
[She doesn't really mind though, she believes what Nobunaga told her should apply to the Captain too. Who he is, not what.]
But, the rose on that page doesn't need roots to be beautiful, Captain. It's beautiful because you drew it.
[She doesn't really mind though, she believes what Nobunaga told her should apply to the Captain too. Who he is, not what.]
But, the rose on that page doesn't need roots to be beautiful, Captain. It's beautiful because you drew it.
Edited 2023-01-20 16:36 (UTC)
[Having done some very important research on cupcake flavors. Pratt has assembled a cake! It's circular, made of chocolate cupcakes that have been unwrapped and kind of squished next to each other so they look like a solid piece. Chocolate frosting has been spread all over the whole thing. And it most definitely says CONGRATS ON THE SEX in white frosting with some blue frosting hearts around it.
This man is a fucking artiste okay.
He sets the tray down outside the bridge. Knocks,] Special Delivery! [And then turns to leave.]
This man is a fucking artiste okay.
He sets the tray down outside the bridge. Knocks,] Special Delivery! [And then turns to leave.]
[ he spins around, fists clenched tight at his sides, and ... that's it. at least for a second or two. he's never been face-to-face with the captain before and now that he is he's momentarily staggered by the fact that this, their kidnapper and torturer and whatever else you want to call him, really just looks like some dude up close.
he's here for a reason though. he's not about to forget it. ]
Bring him back.
he's here for a reason though. he's not about to forget it. ]
Bring him back.
[She's as fine as anyone is when they say it in that tone. He doesn't move his head when he glances her way, watching her keep her focus entirely on what's coming next. He knows it's been days since she learned about it, and she's had time to process it.]
I know. It's a pervasive fear most of us share.
[It's his turn to nudge her lightly with his elbow.]
I'm still sorry.
I know. It's a pervasive fear most of us share.
[It's his turn to nudge her lightly with his elbow.]
I'm still sorry.
I just wish I'd said something before she went.
[ A small exhale, and Darcy wrinkles up her brow. ]
Do you think he'll ever change his mind about this place having an afterlife?
[ A small exhale, and Darcy wrinkles up her brow. ]
Do you think he'll ever change his mind about this place having an afterlife?
[ Well, he hasn't been able to get hold of Steve at all, by any means. And Arthur is a Cthulhu protagonist and, as such, has a compulsion to seek out information that may harm him. ]
Ah, Friday? Good afternoon, I...
[ Pause. No he's not putting off asking his question out of fear of the answer how dare you. ]
A-are you there?
Ah, Friday? Good afternoon, I...
[ Pause. No he's not putting off asking his question out of fear of the answer how dare you. ]
A-are you there?
Edited 2023-01-24 19:46 (UTC)
She considered coming here with one of Erin's old books, to read while waiting, or one of Eddie's; two different statements, if one were to choose to take them that way, equally fraught. She's decided against either one.
Instead, Cassandra approaches the door to the bridge with her hands empty, and with her usual rapier and dagger left behind in her cabin, and with one of SecUnit's drones silent in her pocket.
(She doesn't want to be alone here, for so many reasons.)
"I'd like to ask you a question, please," she says to the closed door. Her tone is polite, deferential, quite calm; if she can help it, it's going to stay that way.
Instead, Cassandra approaches the door to the bridge with her hands empty, and with her usual rapier and dagger left behind in her cabin, and with one of SecUnit's drones silent in her pocket.
(She doesn't want to be alone here, for so many reasons.)
"I'd like to ask you a question, please," she says to the closed door. Her tone is polite, deferential, quite calm; if she can help it, it's going to stay that way.
[ Unlike her first visit, when she only planned to stare at the door from afar at the time (only to be lured over by Catduggery's appearance), Fio's here with a purpose. As usual, she has one doll in tow: Calcite fluttering in midair next to her. She doesn't cling for the comfort of the plush dragon, yet one hand squeezes nervously to the tote bag around her arm. In her other hand, she holds a palm-sized package, wrapped in black construction paper and topped with a gold ribbon.
This is something that she wanted to do earlier. She's been laying low, keeping quiet, uncertain where everyone's allegiances lie after the events in December... it's a little late into the month now, but she's here now, after making sure it's silent with no one else around.
Taking deep breaths, Fio tries to mentally hype herself up. There have always been chances for her to ask for a chaperone and no doubt anyone would reject her request. But she has to be brave. She can do this all by herself!
After a moment, her legs finally budge and she moves until she's standing right in front of the bridge door. ]
...Hello? Mister Captain?
This is something that she wanted to do earlier. She's been laying low, keeping quiet, uncertain where everyone's allegiances lie after the events in December... it's a little late into the month now, but she's here now, after making sure it's silent with no one else around.
Taking deep breaths, Fio tries to mentally hype herself up. There have always been chances for her to ask for a chaperone and no doubt anyone would reject her request. But she has to be brave. She can do this all by herself!
After a moment, her legs finally budge and she moves until she's standing right in front of the bridge door. ]
...Hello? Mister Captain?
I don't know. I'd like him to, but considering I don't even believe in an afterlife myself, it's a bit difficult to convince him to do something different. Maybe if he cared about the people who were affected, but they seem to be recklessly dedicated to ensuring he can't stand them.
If you were to step outside that space station, what would happen.
“A painful death, one that would feel like it’s taking forever, but wouldn’t take that long at all. Love is like that?”
It frowns, not sure how to parse that.
It frowns, not sure how to parse that.
[he appears, suddenly and all at once - but, in front of her, where she can see him. he glances down at her for a moment, head cocked, and then gives a slight tip of his hat.]
Miss Fio.
Miss Fio.
[just repeats "skulduggery will be upset if you destroy the entire reality so don't do it" until he feels sufficiently not-destroy-reality enough to just.
he burns it. considered eating it. decided not to risk it.]
he burns it. considered eating it. decided not to risk it.]
There couldn't be any deaths from me, then. It was part of the rules.
[a long pause
sighs]
The next time I'm out in public, you can rest assured that I am wearing these socks. [of course the next time she'll be dead, but he will also wear them after that!]
sighs]
The next time I'm out in public, you can rest assured that I am wearing these socks. [of course the next time she'll be dead, but he will also wear them after that!]
[shakes head] Not unless I find it. And then it doesn't really matter.
... [he twirls the pen around his fingers.]
... I've never seen the roots of a plant. [his eyes stay fixed to the paper.] Adding that to the complexity of creating a living being... I can create things I've only read about. But, not if it's alive.
... I've never seen the roots of a plant. [his eyes stay fixed to the paper.] Adding that to the complexity of creating a living being... I can create things I've only read about. But, not if it's alive.
[little smile at the reassurance, trying not to be so... sensitive about all this, but...
turns back around, since she figures he's not defooting in her presence anyway.]
I was talking... ugh, arguing. With some of the others and it's gotten- [annoyed puff of air. trying not to get off track.]
Do you think I'm foolish, for wanting to be your friend?
turns back around, since she figures he's not defooting in her presence anyway.]
I was talking... ugh, arguing. With some of the others and it's gotten- [annoyed puff of air. trying not to get off track.]
Do you think I'm foolish, for wanting to be your friend?
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