It used to be quite infrequent. [hi, just standing about a foot away from him, peering owlishly at his hand.] Mostly when they first arrive, to yell, or challenge me. I miss it. It was quieter.
I don't really have to tell him much about anything, because he doesn't like listening to me talk! He's usually not paying much attention to anybody, but this is the only place you can be really sure...
Ava winces at the suggestion, because it's the most reasonable and obvious one. But she doesn't like talking to most people on a good day, which this very much isn't, so she anxiously shakes her head at the idea of it.
"Maybe... Stede can. He's good at that sort of thing." But she'll probably come around to it later.
[Wow. Yeah. One moment there's absolutely nobody else here and the next moment this guy's just there now, a foot away to boot...which is a feat of materialization Jade's certainly never witnessed this closely before. Thanks he hates this, actually--]
[But alright, okay, not getting tripped up on that right now. The idly neutral pokerface is still intact, no thanks to plenty of life practice...! And so Jade is at least unflinching on the outside, simply turning his head a bit to properly appraise and address the captain when he appears. Vague amusement even accordingly touches upon his features, at the answer.]
Ah, a bunch of racket all at once and then quiet when the novelty wears off...probably much more ideal for quiet work in a room, yes. [Seeing as the captain seems to spend the majority of his time holed up in the bridge here, anyway...when he isn't holding atrocious dinner parties, or signing pirate contracts on a whim, or forcing people into deadly races off cliffsides.] But no longer, hm? Sounds like this spot has been rather popular lately, now. I wonder what's changed...
[Jade could take a guess or two, considering a recent conversation. --Not that the owlish peering goes unmissed though, naturally. Tilting his head a bit, Jade holds up the hand in possession of the six-pen amalgamation accordingly, which might afford the captain a better look, but...doesn't quite bring it within grabbing range yet, either. He smiles.] For that matter, entirely unrelated--might this be of interest to you, by any chance?
[ a text to friday/juracΓ‘nβs cell, or rather a few pictures ofβ¦ the inside of the diner, a picture of a root beer float, a lime green beetle, a rather blurry night sky at lookout point, the sight of dusk from the diner before the race occurred. he didnβt take that many pics, it seems he was preoccupied with things like, maybe, being paranoid about turning into a car. ]
Miss Friday Do you know if there might be other people in these realms or realities? Perhaps someone the Captain doesnβt know about?
[ Clara's mouth opens, closes, and then she figures out the words and is pretty sure she has an answer to her question. She could be wrong but she thinks her and Palamedes might be onto something. ]
Friday! Friday, thank you. Thank you very much. I promise, no fires. And thank you for the tip about Rin. SecUnit. I'll ask it about the cord. One more thing.
Are there spare leis? I think two in complimenting colors would look great with my bikini while I lounge.
[ That, she didn't plan on asking, but thinking of Pal did the trick. ]
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