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[goodform]

*in the captain's rooms, the candles are lit: the pirate himself is sat at the recalcitrant harpsichord which gave him such trouble when he first moved it in, repetitively pinging at one of the keys with the point of the hook. The illuminated copy of Paradise Lost lies open on the instrument's top. The recent fight with Spider, although he won

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[goodform]

*Ping.*

Mr Monk.

*he doesn't turn around*

[goodform]

*the hook is arrested in coming down for another stab at a key. His voice is silken, slightly edged*

Talk to me.

[vicioussweetie]

Knock knock.

[goodform]

*a pause. The hook scrapes across the keys. He raises his voice slightly*

It is not locked.

[vicioussweetie]

She lets herself in. She's not dressed for exploring today, having decided on the comfort of jeans and a sweater. She's also wearing one of the ropes of pearls he talked her into getting (they really do go with everything), wrapping it idly around a finger. "You okay?"

[goodform]

Ali. *He looks up and immediately (pirate instincts also go with everything) notes the pearls. Good. He would have been most aggrieved had she bought them and not worn them.*

Very well, thankyou.

*He hasn't got up to hug her, though not through any lack of volition...*