08 [Voice]

[flicker_flash]

[Well.  She's had better ideas.  Though she can't quite remember having this one.  Oh well.

There's the odd sound of someone ...poking the journal, and flipping the pages back and forth.  And then shaking it.]

Huh.  ...ow.

[And then a voice full of curiosity.]

Is anyone actually there?

((ooc: anyone's welcome to talk to her, though she'll be

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Voice

[lists_to_port]

Who's asking? [Jack sounds...a little suspicious of you?]

Voice

[lists_to_port]

Consequences, young lady--consequences, which....wait. Skeletons that talk and play the violin?

...

Don't touch any gold you find down there lass. Not a single doubloon or ingot. Nothing, savvy?

Voice

[flicker_flash]

Oh yes, that's Brook. He's very alive for a dead person. [...her descriptions may need work.]

Why not?

Voice

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... Better off not knowing, lass. Dreadful curses can sometimes accompany ill-gotten treasure. [Jack knows not how to deal with over-curious children.]

There might be a chance, though...lass, do you see a rather depressed-looking lad wandering about?

[On the off-chance that the oni-chama--whatever that is--is wandering around the tunnels.]

Voice

[flicker_flash]

[Oh Jack, how terrible, making such promises to a four-year-old girl. But Katie will dutifully peer down the tunnel.]

...no. I think I'm the only one here.

What sort of curses? Would my fingers shrivel up and fall off?

Voice

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Aye, they might do. Or your head, like. OH! Or your fingernails, savvy? Grow and grow until they wrap around your wrists, eventually your neck and up your nose until you die and they preserve your body for some old rotter's curiosity cabinet.

Voice

[flicker_flash]

[Congratulations, Jack. You have left a small girl utterly speechless with horror for perhaps the first time in years.]

Voice

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'Allo? You still there, poppet?

Voice

[flicker_flash]

...

I'm still here.

[Scuffling sounds. Not touching anything down here ever. :\]

Voice

[lists_to_port]

[Now Jack's freaked out too, because he's currently concussed, slightly mad, and sitting alone in his room in the clinic.]

Did...did you just hear something, lass?

Voice

[flicker_flash]

[JUMP.] No! No, I didn't! [Putting her hands over her ears now. |D]

Voice

[lists_to_port]

Right....for your sake, little one, I hope this Brook makes it there quick-like. Should you survive, perhaps I can teach you your pirating basics.

Voice

[flicker_flash]

[There's a small pause - perhaps she didn't hear him properly, what with her hands over her ears. Buuuut she'll peer back into the journal window after a moment.]

Really?

Voice

[lists_to_port]

Aye. You make it out of those tunnels alive, and Jack'll give you a bit of a lesson in Cabin Boy. Girl. Ism. Very important position on a ship, very important.

Voice

[flicker_flash]

[Well, that's it. Nothing for it but to make it out alive now.]

All right, then. Where do I find you?

Voice

[lists_to_port]

Well, at the moment I'm told I'm mad, and that this is why they're holding me hostage in the clinic. When I'm not mad I tend to spend time building my boat, behind the barracks. Or at the lake. OH--I sleep in building four. Not that hard to find me, really.