Twenty-sixth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been in Luceti for seven months now, but there are still some places he has not yet visited. Tonight, he's crossing one of those places off his list

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[When Sparrow finally does swan in, he grins wide at the sight of stroppy concussed turtle in the bar. So much so that he approaches.]

Turtle! Looking all healed up now, aren't you. Drink?

[i_speak_softly]

Long time no see, Captain. Yes, please. What do you recommend?

[lists_to_port]

Rum! Rum's good. Wait--Jacky'll get you a taste, eh?

[i_speak_softly]

Sure. [He'll wait while you order.]

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[Jack returns with two glasses.]

Here, turtle. A toast?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don takes a glass and salutes with it.] To Clyde Tombaugh.

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Aye, to Clyde! The dirtiest scoundrel what ever sailed from Tortuga port!

[i_speak_softly]

[... That doesn't sound entirely accurate. Not that it matters. Don drinks.] Your toast.

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[Jack drinks, wipes his mouth, and sets the glass down.]

Now. What's happening in your turtley world these days, hm?

[i_speak_softly]

[Fine then, don't toast. It's all the same to him.] I have written a paper that I'm sure will be accepted for publication in some major journal when I get home. It will revolutionize the field. In the meantime, I've been reorganizing my sock drawer and encouraging Casey to start a cricket league.

This is why I need to not RP while distracted by ten other things

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Ah---what revolution are you starting then, my green maverick friend? Glad to hear it's not all socks and lawn games.

[i_speak_softly]

A way of reducing knowledge to simple equations. It will obliterate the need for traditional education. [He considers his empty glass.] Which I guess renders my scores on the placement exam irrelevant.

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.....Sounds like it'll be a bit of a bloodless coup, then. Best kind. To bloodless coups d'etat!

Me, I were educated by the sea, where your scores on the placement whatsit would also be irrelevant.

[i_speak_softly]

[Ah, there's a toast. Don salutes with his empty glass.]

I imagine so. But enough about my work. What have you been up to?

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More rum, first.

[When he returns with the refills, handing one to Donatello, he ponders this question.]

Mostly I have very cleverly been not getting killed, and I've set up a rigging by the lake. Three-masted galleon, for practice, like. You might enjoy it.

[i_speak_softly]

Rigging? You mean like a ropes course? [He drinks.] Sounds like fun.