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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
[Maximilien is going to approach guest services and stand there politely with his hands behind his back.]
Good evening, I wish to lodge a formal complaint about this vessel.
[He'd like to speak to the manager.]
Good evening, I wish to lodge a formal complaint about this vessel.
[He'd like to speak to the manager.]
[Friday will get a handwritten note in barely legible scrawl: "BeST BoAT BaBEs" with a very lopsided gold star, on black and white striped stationary. "Luve Ya, BJ"
The Captain will receive a note written in even worse scrawl: "WHAT THE HELL? -- BJ".]
The Captain will receive a note written in even worse scrawl: "WHAT THE HELL? -- BJ".]
[ a day before the excursion--
venti makes his way over to the service desk, a book in hand, looking... slightly more of a mess. braids half-done, cloak and corset missing. just #postdeathblues, what can he say.
but he does want to chat with friday, his wave at her is only half as cheerful as he usually is, or maybe a lot less so than that. ] Hi~ Miss Friday.
Do you happen to have a moment to chat?
venti makes his way over to the service desk, a book in hand, looking... slightly more of a mess. braids half-done, cloak and corset missing. just #postdeathblues, what can he say.
but he does want to chat with friday, his wave at her is only half as cheerful as he usually is, or maybe a lot less so than that. ] Hi~ Miss Friday.
Do you happen to have a moment to chat?
[Friday pins the note on the wall behind her desk because literally any positive interaction is an occasion for her.
the captain's note remains unanswered. well, except there's a dead cricket in his bed when he wakes up the next morning, but that's probably unrelated.]
the captain's note remains unanswered. well, except there's a dead cricket in his bed when he wakes up the next morning, but that's probably unrelated.]
[ he reaches to his neck, looking briefly pained. well, maybe the first death is the trickiest…? it could only get easier from here right? ] Fine, I feel fine.
How exactly… or… [ how does he ask this? bodily, he feels there’s nothing wrong. ] Why is it that we come back to life, anyway?
How exactly… or… [ how does he ask this? bodily, he feels there’s nothing wrong. ] Why is it that we come back to life, anyway?
A different one, really! [ well, he does like reading all of this new fiction to him, so. he won’t complain about doing more of that at all. ] Seems I’ll have to do more reading.
The story is about a man shipwrecked on an island, who befriended and… hmm, convinced this native ‘Friday’ to be his manservant. [ no doubt there’s a lot to be read or interpreted about friday and crusoe, but he’s a bard and not quite like, a lit grad student. still! ] I don’t suppose our Captain and Mr Crusoe are terribly similar but you are his servant, right?
The story is about a man shipwrecked on an island, who befriended and… hmm, convinced this native ‘Friday’ to be his manservant. [ no doubt there’s a lot to be read or interpreted about friday and crusoe, but he’s a bard and not quite like, a lit grad student. still! ] I don’t suppose our Captain and Mr Crusoe are terribly similar but you are his servant, right?
Oh, so that's where the Friday part comes from? I didn't know that! [she thinks...] I guess I am! Though, I didn't need any convincing; he made me for it!
[she pauses] When you were looking, did you see... There's a book of ancient myths, by a man named Ovid! One of them is about Pygmalion, and that's what the Captain was thinking about when he gave me my name!
[she pauses] When you were looking, did you see... There's a book of ancient myths, by a man named Ovid! One of them is about Pygmalion, and that's what the Captain was thinking about when he gave me my name!
[ oh— ] I saw that one, I believe! I’d like to read everything in the library if possible, I do collect stories to tell tales. But I… perhaps I’m in the middle of this epic about a ring… [ distracted by tolkien, whoops. ] I’ll have to set it aside to pick up this Ovid, though.
Anyway, have you happened to learn mine yet?
Anyway, have you happened to learn mine yet?
[ he takes out his phone to scroll to a picture (paling and scrolling very quickly past the pic of his own severed head because oh fucking god)
the pic he’d be looking for would be a sketch of the sigils on jenny’s walls, on note paper, copied quite accurately from memory. ]
I saw these on Miss Jenny’s walls, in her ship. Would you happen to know what they’re meant for?
the pic he’d be looking for would be a sketch of the sigils on jenny’s walls, on note paper, copied quite accurately from memory. ]
I saw these on Miss Jenny’s walls, in her ship. Would you happen to know what they’re meant for?
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