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[fortiter_in_re]

James Norrington sits on one of the many couches in the Nexus, looking generally world-weary and hassled, with a fair edge of wryness.  It's not an unusual look for him, though at the moment, he's looking slightly more rumpled than is entirely normal.

'Any advice for cleaning out a flat that hasn't been used as much more than storage for a good twenty years of improbable junk?'