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[goodform]

I'm feeling a sudden urge to duel to find out if someone's lying to me.

*it's hot today...far, far too hot, and the captain is more scratchy-tempered and irritable than usual, pacing about without either shirt or hook on*

Miss Sasha seems to have fallen foul of life. I trust she will recover well.

It's always useful when someone owes me a

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[vicioussweetie]

"What's so important as to need to duel about it, darling?" It's an Ali, bearing gifts of something in big paper cups, and dressed for the heat (which means wearing as little as she possibly can).

[goodform]

*the captain turns. His hair is tied back today to try and make it less heavy and hot, and he turns hurriedly to look for a shirt, forgetting that Ali has seen him without one before*

Ali. Perhaps nothing. But I feel my fighting muscles will atrophy if they do not get at least some use.

[vicioussweetie]

"Ah...practice is a good thing." He'd be well off to not let her know he's forgotten that. "I brought you some lemonade."

[goodform]

Indeed. *a smooth, practiced tug with the remaining hand and the shirt is shrugged over his head. She could rest assured he has by no means forgotten the event, but it is rather habit for him to try and be decently dressed for visitors*
Lemonade? Very welcome in this weather.

*God, how he hates the heat.*

[a_nansi]

Spider knocks on the Captain's door. He brought his weapons. "Hope you're not terribly busy in here, or will I have to shield my innocent, innocent eyes?" He's grinning.

[goodform]

*Innocent eyes. It's a phrase so very tritely delivered that Hook has an urge to sneer something sarcastic in return; but he restrains himself with an effort*

Good day, Spider. *he tilts his head to look at the aforementioned weapons* No. I am not busy.

[a_nansi]

"Hullo, sor. Good. Was wonderin' if you might wanted to take me up on that challenge." At least, he remembers it as a challenge.

[goodform]

*the pirate's eyes gleam sharply, like blue glass: it has been too long since he had a decent challenge, a decent fight*

Indeed I would. *he tries not to sound too eager* Your indulgence a moment while I fetch my own weapons?

[victormakesart]

Victor was dressed for autumn, despite the heat. At least she wasn't wearing gloves. "How're you doin' today?"

[goodform]

Miss Victor. *he hurriedly shrugs on a shirt over his ruined arm* It is good to see you. *he gives a brief blink at her attire* Are you not feeling the heat?

[victormakesart]

She wasn't looking at his arm, anyway. She kept her eyes on his face. "Good t' see you too."

"Nah. 'M always cold. Summer means I don't need to wear two jackets."

[goodform]

Fortunate. *he himself has been suffering quite sorely from the heat* And what have you found to occupy yourself of late?