[weird thing to get a rush from, best not to think about that internal emotional reaction for the foreseeable future!!]
...All the more reason to tread carefully. Which, if it isn't clear already, is easier said than done where I'm involved. [so if you've got any advice on that front, mombot...]
[April pauses by a reflective surface to make sure their collar is straight and folded properly. The damn thing would always be half-popped by the end of the work day back home, but the fine shirts of Mr. Bahama seem to be holding it together so far. Fantastic!
April then approaches Gal Friday's desk, feeling both delighted and off-balance by being on this side of a help desk.]
"I appreciate your concern for my current emotional state. But I can handle a lot more than anyone thinks." A slight narrowing of her eyes in thought. "Unless that's an implication you've seen evidence otherwise."
[ probably a good idea to ask about that but also he supposes his first concern is, ] Several of us heard a strange 'voice' in that desert from last excursion, but it seems the Captain was unaware of what it might be. Would you happen to have an idea? I wonder if it was the undead, or something or someone else?
( hmmMMMmmMMMMmm. it might not have been his own answer, but castor looks just as puffed up and proud on pollux's behalf. look at her go! being correct about things! )
Heh. As expected of you, Sister—your radiance is dazzling!
( bragging about her accomplishment like it's his own. no, better... he's so proud of her, and you know what? everyone else should be too. )
You agree, right, "Gal Friday"? I'm sure you're grateful to stand in her presence.
( please, please, please, pleaaaaaase don't do this to her right now. she's happy she could help, but her brother's praise is always embarrassing that her eyes dart from left to right, and then tilts her head down at the ground in order to hide the pink tint of her cheeks.
...
clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath as though to calm herself and regain her lost composure. there is one thing on her mind though from friday's words, and her gaze falls upon the assistance's face before sizing her up top to bottom. she's no longer visibly embarrassed, but she's searching for something. it is a shame that friday lacks eyes, because there's so much a person can learn from looking straight into them. )
Gal Friday, I have one more question before we retire. ( her voice remains firm. ) Are you allied with the "Captain"?
( between her eagerness to help, and then cutting them off before they can go any further, it makes her curios where the other lands in all of this. )
[Well considering the reasonability bar for feral teenagers who are clingy about their cool knives is like, on the floor--]
Hmmm, I wonder! Not immediately "disqualifying", perhaps. Though it is a pretty disappointing answer...if it's the truth. ["If" being the qualifying word, of course, although...] I hear tell you supposedly don't tend to lie unless it's funny, at any rate--is that right?
[sometimes she's very glad she doesn't have a face, because she'd absolutely be couplescourtmeme.gif right now.
... oh, there's a question that she can answer, thank god.]
Well... It really depends on what you mean by that! I'm built to serve him, after all, so that might count as an alliance! But, I think those are usually more... mutual sorts of things...
[welp. he's gonna give that a minute, just see if anything happens. he uses the time to try and compose a text to Ava in his head, because if he's going to tell anybody about this, it's going to be her.
this is DEFINITELY NOT hardy boys material that's for sure]
a bit of a shame if you ask castor, but he supposes it can't be helped; it's the natural conclusion to draw that the captain would prefer to use something he can better control as his go-between. if anything, its friendliness makes all the more sense through that lens. )
... I see.
( but with that established, it's hard to really be offended by a thing. some of that pride of his seems to drain out of him, replaced by look straddling indifference and disappointment. pulling his attention away from friday, he glances to his sister at his side instead, taking her hand in his so that they can make their way back. )
In that case, come on, Pollux. We got what we came for—let's go.
( that could mean many things, but she wants to know how does friday, herself, as an individual would respond. she helped them get this far so she's not all bad, but the same can be said that she's not all good. she wants to ask, but it's her brother's voice that cuts her off that her eyes widen momentarily before dropping to their usual size.
ah...
she knows that voice, the conclusion to the conversation. )
But... ( she helped us... is where she wants to go with it, but when he tells her to come along... ) Brother...
( it's difficult when he's made up his mind, especially when it's to cut a poisonous snake's head off early just to avoid its fangs later in the game, that's almost what this is like. she takes a step along with him, and another, a frown pulling on her features as she has no reason to talk back, but she is just a little disappointed. with a turn of her head, she spares a glance at friday, sadness noticeable in her eyes that matches the tug of her lips before facing forward. )
[April very much gives off the impression of someone smiling, despite their lack of distinct facial features. They're in good company after all, aren't they?]
Oh, I just wanted to stop by and say 'hi', that's all. I know what it's like working customer service, plus it's been a long time since I met someone else with a fantastic face.
[And longer since it was one they could tolerate!]
Which, can I say, I love what you're doing with it. Very bold!
[Others might be, pardon the phrasing, facetious about complimenting Gal Friday's lack of face, but April is completely and totally sincere. How could they not be? Look at her!!]
[A pleasant enough smile accompanies the easy acceptance aloud, but...yeah there might be a slightly sardonic tint there too. How do you quantify that extended Hiram bit you pulled with the pirate crew, sir?? Half-truths and lies by omission still count as dishonesty too, as far as Jade's concerned...!
Still, arguing that point isn't going to get this conversation anywhere productive, and Jade's aware enough of this already. For the meantime--]
At any rate. To recap, then, to my understanding--do correct me if I'm wrong! As you cannot directly view or enter this reality yourself, you're opting to send a handful of passengers there instead. To retrieve an item of some importance to you...though we only know it's there by "vibes", and can only barely assume it's even physical enough to carry. You have no idea what we should expect to encounter in this unknown place. We also have no idea what the item you want looks like, or what size it is. We do know that it's hidden, though we don't know who hid it...and I'd guess you don't know why either. To cap it off, it'll be easier to return via dying than it will the conventional way, probably...though dying is unlikely to lead to actual success, either.
[A beat of silence, to just kind of...let all that sit there, for a moment. And then, very dryly:] Not asking for much, are you?
[........Jade sighs, a (half-)mock put-upon thing. In the process, he's also resisting the sudden and very powerful urge to just turn around and leave and take this ridiculous bar of pens with him--]
Of course you'd answer like that. [In immediate retrospect: probably shouldn't have expected anything else...] Surely you do realize how it all sounds, though. With a vagueness like this, one has to wonder if this entire affair isn't actually some kind of elaborate trap after all...
[Trailing off at that point, for a beat, Jade peers speculatively at the captain's features for a long moment.]
Why did you choose Skulduggery to take up this task for you?
[ again... now that i'm not dying we're doing a redux...!! the captain is not as cute as friday but please i need a second for my comedy act!!
anyway, the captain isn't as cute as friday!! but he's getting approached the same way that a teacher does when a small child approaches a teacher when they're being bullied. mostly because at heart, he is a small child. ]
Captain...! Mr. Captain! Is it true...!?
[ What is he being so melodramatic about? Well, there's only one way to find out. ]
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