[013, Video, OTA]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Hey there, everybody. Jus' checkin' up t'see who's all plannin' on comin' t'th'gala.

Big Daddy telephoned a l'il bit ago and asked if I can get th'names of th'people who are plannin' on stayin' th'night. RSPV, because it's first come, first serve.

We got 'bout 10 guest rooms, but we also have two granny flats, which I s'pose would be th'same

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HELP THIS POOR MAN, LOTTIE!

[destinyentwined]

[And there was poor Norrington, staring down at his communicator with his finger hovered over the reply button. Should he say yes? Should he say no? If he commits to it should he escort Elizabeth? Would that be too bold?

He stood in the kitchen by the boiling kettle, barely noticing when it began to whistle as he was too caught up with his inner turmoil. All over a Holiday party. This was Norrington's life.]

AYE AYE, CAP'N o7

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Oh, Norry, Norry, Norry.

If it sounds like the blonde's voice is in stereo, it might be because she was broadcasting her little RSVP-NOW message on her way to go get some hot cider.

Don't mind her walking into the kitchen and hearing herself.]

...You goin' t'push that button or not, sugah?

[destinyentwined]

[He blinked, startled as not only did the voice begin to ring in his ear but the sound of the kettle as well; Which was now shaking with fury from being ignored.]

Oh, damn! [He swore, quickly taking a towel to grasp the hot handle and move it over to a unlit section of the stove. He looked down at the blinking device again, then he slowly rose his head to look at lady in the room, his face slowly growing pale with humiliation.]

Good god. Forgive me, I did not know you were there. [Such a display in front of a woman! How shameful.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Oh, it's alright, sugah. Doesn't bothah me at all.

[She sees he's not exactly thrilled at her being there. Instead of getting cider, she takes a seat at the counter, placing her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.]

So tell me. You plannin' on comin' t'th'gala?

[destinyentwined]

A-Ah. [He paused as he tried to smooth out his nerves. This was a man who had faced undead pirates and otherworldy creatures and yet was completely undone by a polite female. He cleared his throat.]

Your invitation is most generous, but... I confess I do not know if I should or not. Would you like some tea, Miss...?

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Charlotte La Bouff. And no thank you. I'm good for now.

I think you should come. When's th'next chance you'll have t'go t'a La Bouff Wintah Ball for free, and be guarenteed on th'guest list? Knowin' Big Daddy, probably nevah again aftah this.

[destinyentwined]

James Norrington, a pleasure to meet you.

[He bowed slightly, a respectful gesture to her, then turned slightly to retrieve his cup. He took the kettle with the towel again and began to pour the steaming water into it, then left it alone to allow the tea leaves time to steep. In the meanwhile he set his communicator on the counter and gazed back at his company.]

Yes, I see your point. Dr. Doppler spoke very similarly. [To enjoy oneself before it all went to Hell? Well, neither person had said that directly, but it seemed to be implied. (Lottie probably meant it was just because Big Daddy didn't want to foot another bill like this again, but Norrington's mind was always on the mist and the morbid results thereafter).]

Then if I do go... should I... [His voice was significantly lower as he looked back down at his tea. There was obviously a lot on this man's mind.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Nice t'meet you too, Mistah Norrin'tahn!

D-Dopplah? Isn't he th'scaryman?

A-anyways... should you what? [Color this blonde curious.]

[destinyentwined]

Scary? No, I don't believe so. [He paused for a moment as he thought of who could be considered 'scary']

Perhaps you are speaking of Jack Sparrow?

[He will address her question once he remembers it in a moment, Jack Sparrow tends to steal away his thoughts.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

No, not th'Cap'n. He's jus' a l'il... dirty, that's all.

But, no, that Dopplah alien... he's th'Scaryman!

[destinyentwined]

[Only a little dirty and a gentleman such as Doctor Doppler was scary? He was feeling his headache return.]

I assure you the Doctor is a fine gentleman. He is also planning a gathering after yours. I... want to attend them.

[It was the first time he admitted it out loud. He wasn't the type of man to give into his desires, not since his youth, or that stint after Sparrow ruined his life.]

Beyond my own reservations there is someone I wish to attend them with, and I fear if I ask her... she may think poorly of me.

[He was staring at his tea again. There was heat in his face for admitting this to a lady he had just met. What was he thinking? He was normally so tight-lipped.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[Lottie ignores the first half. No matter what he says, she'll think that Doppler is a scary alien-monster.]

Ooh! Really? Who?

[destinyentwined]

Elizabeth Swann.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

....

AAAAAAA! That's jus' too cute, sugah! I think you should do it!

Elizabeth's goin' t'be wearin' this beautiful numbah! It'd be a shame if she didn't have a man wearin' somethin' equally handsome t'accompany her!

[destinyentwined]

She's going?

Then perhaps... she would not think me frivolous for asking her.

[A beautiful dress too? Already his heart began to pound. He swallowed to try and stifle back that feeling of excitement and anxiety. Should he really be feeling this way when she had so much to burden? When the world was in turmoil?]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Of course she's goin'! We're great friends. She was so excited 'bout it, too!