Well, I think we can all agree that last week? Never happened. We're just not going to talk about it. [Or how much the Captain sucks. Noooot saying that on the network.]
Sokka, not a word. You either, Hiccup.
Right, I think I'm going to find something else to do.
[And for all you comment log people, Jim's just hanging out on deck 12, digging
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Oh, but look. A familiar face; finally. Not exactly on the top of her list of who to see, but it's certainly better than all the faceless, information-useless people she's run into so far. A boat. The M.S. Elegante. A mad Captain, one of whom she couldn't meet. But this?]
I didn't know you'd returned to playing Cabin boy, Mister Hawkins.
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Annd he nearly loses his footing when he turns to look over his shoulder and trips all over himself.]
C-captain-- [and then promptly slides down to sit on the luggage he was just standing on, hair all in his face. What when did she get here, there was no way this can be good. But hi going to ahem himself and straighten out that teenage voice of his.]
Captain. I, uh-- Didn't. When-- When did you get here?
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She smirks.]
Doesn't matter. So tell me, Hawkins. What are you doing, scurrying about this disgusting mess, hum? Still searching for treasure?
[She's teasing. She knows what happens in the end. How things turn out. How Jim turns out. But he doesn't know that.]
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I wish. No, just-- some things I can work with.
But it-- Kind of does matter, when you got here.
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[She waltzes around the boy a moment, peering over to what he'd been looking for. Who knows whether he grabbed it or not, but she's still curious.]
No, I suppose it doesn't. Better question; what are you doing here?
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[He stuffs his hands in his pockets and lets her examine. He's secretly hoping he hid the burn scars on his arms before she could catch them. And then a shrug.]
Same as everyone else. We were all brought here by Captain Redd and we're supposed to be heading to a Golden Shore. Until then, just killing time. [Trying not to get burned to death by crazy fire princesses.]
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Golden Shore? What in bloody name is that? Some fantasy playground? [She scoffs again, pupils contracting to comfortable slits from their widened, searching state.]
And how long have you been moseying around here, then?
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Uh... About eight months now.
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Eight months? And you're not locked up? What's this world coming to.
[Her scowl darkened slightly as she rounded on him again, claw tipped fingers jerking his jacket properly onto his shoulders, pushing said shoulders back till he stood up straight. A brief thought could have let her wet her hand and slick his hair back-- but she didn't.]
Stop slouching, you look like a slob.
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Wha-- Hey! Why would I be locked up? Come on!
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Because, Mister Hawkins, you're the type who loves getting into mischief, wouldn't you agree?
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It's not like I asked to be taken from the Legacy and brought here.
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[She nods her head curtly, curling a finger in the 'come hither' sentiment, before turning around and heading for the stairs. Food. She could smell it, and she wanted it.
And Jim was decent company in this ship full of brutes, anyway.]
Come along, then.
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Where are you going? [Do you even know your way around B(]
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Food. Some sort of restaurant.
[She can smell it, you silly boy. Especially once they're in the stairwell. It's much easier to smell the waft of delicious edibles, even masked as it was beyond the million other smells.]
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Come on, Sergei's is nearby.
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