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[sed_en_ta_ry]

Sometime earlier in the night a petite young woman had slipped quietly through the door. She was wearing the usual rather fluffy sort of dress, and aside from her usual reticule that matched her shoes, she also had a foldover leatherbound journal as well as a cobalt blue quill pen

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[feederofpigeons]

Enter stage left: Control.

"Oh, hello!"

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She blinked up at the greeting, then smiled, capping the inkwell once more and blotting the quill on a scrunched up tissue, "Good evening."

[feederofpigeons]

"You seem to be writing something in that journal you have on the table there." Control said. "Would it be too out of my boundaries if I were to ask what you were writing?"

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She beamed at that, "Oh not at all, it's something I said I'd do for a friend. He wanted to know some of the music from my time and this is the easiest way to get it to him."

She said, turning the book around and sliding it closer so that he could see it.

It was the lyrics to Cruel Mistress on that page, though she'd gotten quite a few others written down already.

[feederofpigeons]

"I'm afraid I don't know much music. I tend to have Bach on my speakers. Or on a particularly messy night, it's the sound of a car trying to run me over that does the trick. It knocks me straight out, you know."

Out of the car park, but that wasn't a needed detail. Stephen was really a very nice secret agent.

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She smiled again, nodding, "Not something you really have to worry about where I'm from, getting run down by a car that is, mostly just have to worry about the sharks. Most things are underwater where I'm from, when, really, though there is still some land left, just most of us have gotten used to life on ships."

[feederofpigeons]

Control paused for no particular reason at all before speaking again. "Yes. I can see how being underwater would give you a imminent danger of sharks. I can see this because sharks have a propensity to being rather deadly when they're ripping out your organs."

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She nodded at that, "Mm, that they do." She shrugged, "Generally I don't have to worry about it, we tend to stay out of the shark-infested waters, but they are something of a menace all 'round."

[feederofpigeons]

"That's good. I wouldn't want to be around when those sharks come. It would make it difficult to do that thing I so enjoy doing." He tapped his fingers on the table and gave a thoughtful look at the ceiling. "Living! That's it. Oh, you must forgive me. I'm afraid my memory hasn't been what it used to be. Of course, I don't quite remember if it ever was what it used to be, or if there was a state being that it used to be in at all."

Even the mun doesn't know what he's saying any more.

[sed_en_ta_ry]

Darcy's head had tilted, just listening to this, she was almost-but-not-quite used to this sort of thing.

After all, most of the crew had done a good deal of living, and didn't often remember things in the order that they'd actually happened. But, really, that was neither here nor there.

She nodded once he'd finished, commenting, "Though if you don't remember what it used to be, or if it used to be, then it really shouldn't be that much of a problem, should it? At least it is what it is and that's really all you need, or, you seem to be getting on alright."

A pause then, realizing that she had yet to introduce herself, she added: "And I've been terribly rude, I apologize, should've made introductions right away! My name's Darcy, Darcy Flotsam."

[feederofpigeons]

Amazement! Control has met a person who talks as round about as he does! Or even understands what he's saying. Other than Tony. Needless to say, he was a bit surprised. People tended to shoot him mean looks after a good while of him talking to them. They were still nice people though. When they weren't throwing garbage at him.

"My name is Control, Control."

His first name may or may not be confidential.

[sed_en_ta_ry]

There was that smile again, bright, sudden, lightning flash of a smile, "Well it's certainly a pleasure to meet you Control."

She didn't find this odd in the slightest, after all, as far as she knew the Captain's name was 'Captain'

[feederofpigeons]

His last name may or may not be real either and may or may not be actually "Contral." But he was pretty certain that his name wasn't "Contral" as people never called him by it, but if it were, then things would be a bit more confusing than needed. For one thing, it would mean everyone had been lying to him about his name. Even himself! Lying was such a mean thing to do.

"I believe I can say the same, Miss Flotsam. Have you been here long?"

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She shrugged, "I come and go, it's a nice diversion from home, but I've been coming and going for some time now."

She tilted her head then, looking birdlike, "And yourself?"

[feederofpigeons]

"I arrived not more than twenty minutes ago. I fell out of my window feeding pigeons. They're the wily sort this time of year. I met a nice man named Toki Wartooth, incidentally. I believe that is his name. I'm not quite sure. I've always had a horrible way with names. Forget my own sometimes."

[sed_en_ta_ry]

There was another smile at that, nodding, "You got it right." She shrugged, "Well, unless there's two of them with similar names."

She held a hand up over her head as an indicator of height, "About so tall, brunette, rather looks like a catfish?"