Job 001 :: The Arrival Job [Written/Action] {Backdated to the morning of July 5th}

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[Waking up in an unknown area - a forest - with all of her clothes and belongings missing, face down in the dirt officially made the morning count as "one of those mornings". It hadn't been the first time it'd happened - hunters were a lot of pranksters when it came to their own - so Ginia couldn't be that surprised by it, but the problem was she

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[written]

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Dear Mistress S.:

I shall endeavor to answer these to the best of my abilities.

1) We are all prisoners of the Malnosso, and thus are thoroughly bollocksed. But if you find a river and follow it north or east, the village should not be so very hard to find.

Beware the bridge by House 35. It is Not Safe.

2) Other properties?

3) Their loss ends your life.

4) Have you any interesting valuables on your person?

5) One wouldn't.

I hope this has been a help to you, darling.

Yours Etc.,

Admiral James Norrington

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Please, sir, just Ginia will do.

1) Bridge by house 35, noted. May I ask what is dangerous or otherwise odd about it?

2) Yes, if they had any other functions that weren't immediately apparent. I've since been told about the filters.

3) Curious how something artificially attached can be so crucial to our survival.

4) To me, yes.

5) Pity.

This has been informative, thank you, Admiral.

[written]

[lists_to_port]

Dear Mistress Ginia,

1) Best not to know too much about it, really. Dangerous types lurk there.

2) They're marvelous for propping up the wobbly end of the table.

3) Indeed, darling. You might be told that the wings can bring pain, but there's pleasure buried in them as well.

4) Such as?

5) Aye.

You're welcome, of course.

Sincerely,

Admiral Norrington

[written]

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Please, just Ginia.

1) Curious, but I'll take your word for it. Wouldn't want to get hurt after arriving.

2) Not fond of the journals?

3) Pleasure.

4) Personal affects that are of my concern only.

Might I ask what you're an admiral of? Curiosity, nothing more.

[written]

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Dearest Miss Ginia,

1) Wise girl.

2) They serve their purpose, but they can cause troubles. Mark me.

3) Pleasure.

4) Feel you the need to lay some of that concern on another's shoulders?

Inquisitivitorially,

Admiral James Norrington, late of His Majesty's Royal Navy, commander of the Flying Dutchman.

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[...Okay, that one is acceptable.]

2) I've been told they record by themselves at times?

3) Pleasure.

4) I'm afraid not. It's also quite rude asking a lady what she has on her person. Or had as the case currently is.

Very fascinating. I suppose it's hard being a long way away from water?

[written]

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Darling Miss Ginia:

2) Aye; the journals have a bit of the devil in them. Be wary.

3) Pleasure.

4) Apologies; hopefully no one has marauded you in the dark forest. Horrible villains, marauders.

It does grow hard being this far from the proper Atlantic Ocean; however, there is a sort-of-ocean in Luceti now, to the east. Three days' journey. Shorter if you use the transporter-whatsit.

Your Obedient Servant,

James

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2) Noted. Perhaps I can find a nice book bag for it or something.

3) I'll take your word for it.

4) No, though I was unaware it was something to be concerned about. Wild animals I could understand, but marauders, really? Though the forest isn't so dark, I can see the sun through the canopy.

I may have to visit it sometime. Does it have a name?

No need to go that far with formalities and politeness.

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2) Ideal!

3) Or you could let me show you. [Oh God, Norrington is going to kill him. Slowly. Painfully.]

4) They have been known to frequent these forests, aye. Though there are bands of hero-types and other do-gooders and fightmongers that endeavor to put a stop to their malicious nonsense.

You could visit it, I've no doubt; folk here often do. It is as yet unnamed. Few places here are named, at least by the official types. Sad.

Yours,

Jaime

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3) No, sir, that is perfectly all right.

4) not surprising. I'll be sure to give them my regards if I see them around.

The official types. Is there some sort of government or council around? What do you call the ocean here?

[written]

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Dear Miss Ginia,

Is your name an abbreviation of a longer one? Virginia, perhaps?

3) Are you certain? Have you ever heard of the legendary lover Don Juan, who could melt a woman from the belly down?

Unfortunately, there is no government, council, justice, standing army, regulatory commission, chairperson, monarchy, junta, or oversight committee here in Luceti. There is, however, a guidebook. Have you read it?

Most Sincerely,

Jamie

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That is not the first time I've been asked that question. No, it isn't. Just Ginia.

3) Yes, I have. And of Casanova, Romeo, Anthony, Adonis (though I suppose he was more a treat for the eyes than the loins), and of plenty of others who claim to be a gift to womankind. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, Admiral Norrington.

I have. It's quite a fascinating read, very detailed.

[written]

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Dear Just Ginia,

3) Well I'm nothing like any of them. However, I do have a remarkably fluffy wig. The wenches adore it. Keep that in mind, and if you have any latent regrets, do not hesitate to contact me.

What was your favorite part of the guidebook, if I might ask? I've not read it myself.

Fondly,

Norry

[written]

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3) [A long sigh and a hand to the brow on her side.] Of course, Admiral.

I found the section on spirits to be quite fascinating, though it's all quite a good read.

[written]

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Spirits. Magic-wielder, you?

[written]

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Not at all. Which is why I find it so fascinating.