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[futures_of_ash]

There was a woman at the Bar, legs sprawled gracefully across three stools and her elbow propped on the polished wood. Near at hand was a cut crystal glass with something red that smelled of cherries. More importantly, in her lap, her free hand occasionally flipping pages, were stacks of printouts

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[pirate_gibbs]

Ignoring papers is something that unread pirates are very good at. Ignoring friends, however, is something that they don't do.

"Miss Rachel..." and thus there is a pirate at the bar.

[futures_of_ash]

And thus there is enough wiggling to free one of her nearby stools. ONe didn't make friends stand! She lifted her gaze from the papers full of numbers and grinned at him "Hello Gibbs."

"Treat you to anything?"

[pirate_gibbs]

"A rum. And maybe some ham and eggs?" As long as she's offering.
It's been a fair while since I saw you last. Was it before the Pearl left here?" Time does get hard to keep track of here.

[futures_of_ash]

"Right, breakfast" Rachel chuckled. Pirates could certainly eat and drink what they wished in the morning neh?

"I've been here. Not publicly, really, but here. I'm getting myself settled is all. And you gentlemen got the Pearl out of here and things in your own world settled right?"

[mogget_cat]

The stacks of printouts are in his spot, Yrael grumbles. But that is lost in the purring of seeing her again as he bumps his head against her elbow.

[futures_of_ash]

Sadly, yes, they had taken his spot. Thankfully, Rachel was talented enough to slide them to the counter while still petting with one hand "Yrael" she greeted.

"You've forgiven me for the manual labor at the restaurant?" she teased.

[mogget_cat]

"I've received notice from higher up," he decrees, mwrringly. "Punishment ended."

In other words, spending time with Rachel is a higher priority than feeling put out at having to do manual labor.

[futures_of_ash]

"Wow, we've got a higher up? Why didn't I get a memo?" she laughed. He, she liked memos! They came on interestingly colored baby-sized paper! Good for origami.

"You know...you do know where my room is. You could have stopped by..."

[runmakitarun]

Makita hasn't been spending that much time downstairs, but today she had felt like... she should. So she walked down the stairs, looking around curiously. A familiar shock of red hair... didn't make her smile, but it came as close as she's been in a while.

She pads quietly across the floor, wearing her old over-sized boots instead of the ones that actually fit (a nice gift, but not from papa). She pulls herself up onto a stool and silently turns to watch Rachel.

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel allowed herself to be watched for a time, making deliberate marks through columns of numbers on her pages. Slowly though, ever so slowly, she leaned backwards into Makita.

The girl made a wonderful backrest.

[runmakitarun]

The backrest leaned back herself, letting her weight settle into the familiar weight of her friend.

"Hi," she rasps quietly, her voice rough with disuse.

[futures_of_ash]

The pen was abandoned on it's papers as Rachel reached up to pet Makita's hair, warmth flowing from her fingertips. "Hey you. Tell me."