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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
[Following this conversation, on the day after they all get back from the fair grounds with their looted kitchen goods, Max puts on his big boy pants and goes to the desk to talk to Friday.]
Ms. Friday? I'm really sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could ask for your help on something?
Ms. Friday? I'm really sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could ask for your help on something?
Look, Bash isn't going to make a huge thing out of this, he just has one question, really. Maybe a follow-up or two, if he needs them, but Ava told him to ask, so.
"Hey, Friday, have you ever smashed my head open?"
"Hey, Friday, have you ever smashed my head open?"
[he told Darcy he would talk to the Captain, but truthfully, he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do. he has no idea what to say and barely any idea of how he feels about it. he reminds himself that it isn't a matter of his feelings; Darcy told him because it's another missing puzzle piece, one she isn't equipped to solve. it isn't about feelings. nobody cares about that. not when literally everything is on the line.
he puts it off until one predawn morning, when he finds himself staring at a luminous crack in reality, far too similar to the one he had been pulled through another lifetime ago. he thinks he might be hallucinating it, but knowing everything that's happened these past few weeks, he won't put money on that.
so, he comes to the bridge with a subjectively safer line of questioning. one he'll start as soon as he's inside, because obviously he can just come in, right?]
Did you know there's a crack forming outside of the Chatterbox?
he puts it off until one predawn morning, when he finds himself staring at a luminous crack in reality, far too similar to the one he had been pulled through another lifetime ago. he thinks he might be hallucinating it, but knowing everything that's happened these past few weeks, he won't put money on that.
so, he comes to the bridge with a subjectively safer line of questioning. one he'll start as soon as he's inside, because obviously he can just come in, right?]
Did you know there's a crack forming outside of the Chatterbox?
[he's just doing what he's normally doing, i.e. hanging upside down off the couch watching something on tv, which in this case happens to be marat/sade.]
... That sounds like a Friday problem. [i.e. any problem at all, ever.]
... That sounds like a Friday problem. [i.e. any problem at all, ever.]
[ She's gotta suck it up and do this eventually, so! Here she is! Approaching Friday's desk, phone very much not in her hand even though it is on her person. ]
Hey, Friday, uh. Question. Is there any chance I could get a replacement, for my phone?
As usual, Karkat approaches the front desk for his daily complaints for the Captain that he submits to Friday verbally via extensive shouting. But, oddly, Friday is not here today.
He decides to ask around the ship for where to find the Captain. Eventually, his stomping around leads him to the Bridge. He knocks loudly on the door.
“ALRIGHT, OPEN UP, ASSHOLE. YOU CAN’T HIDE BEHIND YOUR FACELESS SECRETARY FOREVER, AND SHE ISN’T EVEN HERE ANYWAY. I HAVE A SPECIAL COMPLAINT DELIVERY COMING YOUR WAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.” He cranks up his middle finger at the door to represent his delivery.
“AHEM. COMPLAINT OF THE DAY: WHY ARE THERE FUCKING DREAM BUBBLES ON THE SHIP NOW? WAS THERE EVEN GOING TO BE AN ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THAT?”
He decides to ask around the ship for where to find the Captain. Eventually, his stomping around leads him to the Bridge. He knocks loudly on the door.
“ALRIGHT, OPEN UP, ASSHOLE. YOU CAN’T HIDE BEHIND YOUR FACELESS SECRETARY FOREVER, AND SHE ISN’T EVEN HERE ANYWAY. I HAVE A SPECIAL COMPLAINT DELIVERY COMING YOUR WAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.” He cranks up his middle finger at the door to represent his delivery.
“AHEM. COMPLAINT OF THE DAY: WHY ARE THERE FUCKING DREAM BUBBLES ON THE SHIP NOW? WAS THERE EVEN GOING TO BE AN ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THAT?”
[next to him]
How do you guys actually do that with your mouths? I've never been able to figure it out.
How do you guys actually do that with your mouths? I've never been able to figure it out.
[If it weren't for Crabb and Ava's reluctance to speak to Jenny, she wouldn't be swallowing her own. But since Friday has bailed to the other side, they need information, and Jenny might be able to offer it. If the goddess is so inclined.
So she finds Jenny wherever she may happen to be on this day.]
May I have a moment of your time?
So she finds Jenny wherever she may happen to be on this day.]
May I have a moment of your time?
[she's, uh.
she's at Friday's desk, actually.]
... I mean. Yeah. That's the point.
she's at Friday's desk, actually.]
... I mean. Yeah. That's the point.
[ Instead of trying to poke through yet even more of the fractures turning up all over the ship, Fio tries to spend time today with arts and crafts projects. It was fun, until she stumbled into the more scarier memories. (Yet no matter how careful she is, she's likely to slip into more of these cracks. Some of them show up in places where she least expects it...) It's while she's folding a couple of origami cranes that an idea pops up into her mind. And eventually, she finds herself back at the bridge, tote bag in her arm with an assortment of art materials and books.
Although she always intended on a third visit, this one's with less practice than the previous visit. She didn't try to memorize words in front of her dolls this time. She walks towards the door, then backtracks a few feet back to where she was standing earlier. Judith is today's companion unsurprisingly, levitating back and forth after her nervous owner.
After pacing a couple of times, she stops right in front of the door and stares in silence for a moment. ]
... [ A certain name is kept to her heart... ] Mister Captain?
Although she always intended on a third visit, this one's with less practice than the previous visit. She didn't try to memorize words in front of her dolls this time. She walks towards the door, then backtracks a few feet back to where she was standing earlier. Judith is today's companion unsurprisingly, levitating back and forth after her nervous owner.
After pacing a couple of times, she stops right in front of the door and stares in silence for a moment. ]
... [ A certain name is kept to her heart... ] Mister Captain?
[he's still trying the "actually exit through the door" thing, but not enough to remember that usually doors have to be open when you pass through them.
he nods at her. he is wearing the hat pin.]
Miss Fio.
he nods at her. he is wearing the hat pin.]
Miss Fio.
[ Dimitri had meant to check Friday's desk in the vain hope that she might be there to ask after Jenny, but, well. Here's Jenny. So that worked out.
He doesn't have his usual tail-between-legs miserable posture. If anything he's stiffer than normal: back straight, shoulders square, but unable to even feign eye contact. ]
Ms. Jenny? May I have a word?
He doesn't have his usual tail-between-legs miserable posture. If anything he's stiffer than normal: back straight, shoulders square, but unable to even feign eye contact. ]
Ms. Jenny? May I have a word?
[the cool thing about your girlfriend being off doing Ghost Shit is that you can smoke at her desk.]
Eh, sure. You already had seven; take some more.
Eh, sure. You already had seven; take some more.
[ Guess who's here, in front of the Bridge, again.
Darcy holds out a plate with a slice of cake on it, announcing- ] I got older, [ and waits for the Captain to appear behind her. ]
Darcy holds out a plate with a slice of cake on it, announcing- ] I got older, [ and waits for the Captain to appear behind her. ]
[next to her] Technically, since there wasn't a fight at all, neither of us won.
backdated to the 13th-16th (ive been meaning to do this for like two weeks i swear)
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[ Some time after this conversation (and some handwaved hashing out with kelly) Phil walks up to the bridge with a book in hand. It's a mediocre murder mystery that he's about 70 pages into. Well. Someone somewhere loves it, he's sure, but right now it's mostly eh to him.
He doesn't knock. Skulduggery's advice. ] Hey, there, Captain. Feel like a chat?
He doesn't knock. Skulduggery's advice. ] Hey, there, Captain. Feel like a chat?
Edited (strangling html) 2023-03-22 05:34 (UTC)
[thankfully, Ava had been kind enough to tell her that Jenny's been at the desk in Friday's absence - otherwise, she would have been wandering around just looking for her. okay. time to be on her best behavior.]
Miss Jenny, do you have a moment of free time? I know we've never met, but...I believe I found something that belongs to you.
Miss Jenny, do you have a moment of free time? I know we've never met, but...I believe I found something that belongs to you.
[perks up] Please tell me it's my comb. I dropped that thing overboard eight years ago and even Friday couldn't find it...
[yep, just on the couch, completely engrossed in some godawful manga.]
[blinks]
I'm still pretty pissed to be alive, yeah, but. I'm getting over it.
I'm still pretty pissed to be alive, yeah, but. I'm getting over it.
[ Here comes Fio, once again, dragging a chair all the way from the lounge to the guest services! Very loudly, the chair legs screech across the floor...
In the chair sits a box, filled with multiple sets of colorful paper cranes strung together. She has been a little sulky, believing she's been greatly responsible for the events that have transpired. And whatever might happen next... but now she's even more determined to hang up these cranes!!
If Jenny's around, she'll stop, stare, and wait until she gets her attention... she has to ask politely to hang these up first. ]
In the chair sits a box, filled with multiple sets of colorful paper cranes strung together. She has been a little sulky, believing she's been greatly responsible for the events that have transpired. And whatever might happen next... but now she's even more determined to hang up these cranes!!
If Jenny's around, she'll stop, stare, and wait until she gets her attention... she has to ask politely to hang these up first. ]
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