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🏴☠️ IC contact; Duplicity
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"Captain Jack Rackham. Leave a message, or speak to me face to face like an adult."
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"Captain Jack Rackham. Leave a message, or speak to me face to face like an adult."
code credit[ She stews, for a while. Cleans her dagger, stews some more. She's not going back to their rooms because – well, she's just not. Got things to do. Cleaning her dagger for one. But there's only so many times Anne can scrub a piece of metal before she has to admit to herself that it's not dirty any more, and then she's just staying out because she doesn't want to go back and talk to him face to face. There's not much Anne can't stomach, but sometimes the way Jack's face crumples when she does something he doesn't understand hits her like a physical pain. Might be easier to do this when they're not face to face. ]
need to talk to you
need to talk to you
[ He hasn't felt like himself today. He's got some new blasted mark on him, he's doing things without thinking. Obeying even the most minor or ridiculous directives, like some kind of compulsion. In bed this morning, Anne asked him to get off and he about jumped across the room. A stranger winked at him and he about dropped to his knees, no reason, no second thought.
So he's staying home. He wants no part of this. ]
What is it?
[ She didn't wake up with the heart mark, did she? ]
So he's staying home. He wants no part of this. ]
What is it?
[ She didn't wake up with the heart mark, did she? ]
The night before Christmas, there will be a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine left outside the door to Jack's apartment. Inside, a carved wooden ship's wheel, small enough to fit in the palm of a hand. It's not perfect, perhaps the work of someone who's still learning woodworking, but it is intricate and ambitious.
There is no card.
There is no card.
[ After this stupid episode of the Jack Rackham's Workplace Comedy, Charles promptly descends one floor to kick the door open. ]
What the fuck's the matter with you?
[ He sounds more exasperated than mad. A tone one hundred percent reserved for Jack specifically. ]
What the fuck's the matter with you?
[ He sounds more exasperated than mad. A tone one hundred percent reserved for Jack specifically. ]
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[ Sometime after this conversation... later that day or the day after, something like that. ]
Mr. Rackham
Would you perhaps be free this Evening for another Drink. I would not mind a bit of Company and yours currently seems to be my only option
John Irving
Mr. Rackham
Would you perhaps be free this Evening for another Drink. I would not mind a bit of Company and yours currently seems to be my only option
John Irving
Edited 2022-02-21 05:27 (UTC)
I was discussing with someone how ill-defined etiquette can be, in this place. I'm still not sure if I'm about to be rude or not, but there's a matter I hoped to discuss. Nothing bad, I promise.
Hello. I guess there's really no way to start this that isn't awkward.
I'm Caitlin Snow. We have a mutual acquaintance that said you have an open mind about what people may want for themselves.
I'm Caitlin Snow. We have a mutual acquaintance that said you have an open mind about what people may want for themselves.
Ducky warned me to expect a message from you.
To tell you the truth, Miss Snow, I’ve never been set up like this either, so whatever awkwardness you may feel, please, put it out of your mind. I’m still getting accustomed to faraway flirtations, this phone and anything to do with it is hundreds of years beyond my time. So if anything, the edge is yours.
What can I do for you, darling?
To tell you the truth, Miss Snow, I’ve never been set up like this either, so whatever awkwardness you may feel, please, put it out of your mind. I’m still getting accustomed to faraway flirtations, this phone and anything to do with it is hundreds of years beyond my time. So if anything, the edge is yours.
What can I do for you, darling?
Meet Quentin! You two should talk about gags and deepthroating!
[Somewhere Quentin is just dropping his head onto a table. Why. Why is his device doing this.]
[Somewhere Quentin is just dropping his head onto a table. Why. Why is his device doing this.]
- 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾, 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙼!
MEET JOHN IRVING. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT:
- » 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 ( 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂 / 𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ) ❤️💜💙
PLEASE RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE IN ORDER TO BE CONNECTED DIRECTLY.
THANK YOU! HAVE A QUOTA-FULFILLING DAY. 🌤
( THIS HAS BEEN A LIES AUTOMATED MESSAGE SENT FROM LIER INTERCONNECTION RESOURCE SERVICES. )
MEET CAITLIN SNOW, YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT GAGS!
- 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾, 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙼!
MEET LASZLO CRAVENSWORTH. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT:
- » 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 👯♀️💘👯♂️
PLEASE RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE IN ORDER TO BE CONNECTED DIRECTLY.
THANK YOU! HAVE A QUOTA-FULFILLING DAY. 🌤
( THIS HAS BEEN A LIES AUTOMATED MESSAGE SENT FROM LIER INTERCONNECTION RESOURCE SERVICES. )
[She shouldn’t have tried to fight that thing.
Whatever she did, it was a mistake. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to, though. It smelled like Wyrm, corruption, and her rage pushed her through the pain. She doesn’t remember - no.
That’s not right.
She doesn’t want to remember. What happened. All she knows is she couldn’t shift back to being human, and could only fall further into the tiger. She’s fully in feline form now, thank every god, but-
-but she’s still hurt. The healing is fast, but it’s not that fast. She needed a place to go, somewhere she’s been, somewhere safe. Somewhere that smelled familiar.
It took gifts to get here; stealth and the ability to get into closed places, but she made it. She’s on Jack’s bed when he gets back, all six hundred pounds of tiger, breathing hard and bleeding on his sheets.
When he steps inside her ears twitch a bit, but she doesn’t move more than they, her teeth just barely bared.]
Whatever she did, it was a mistake. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to, though. It smelled like Wyrm, corruption, and her rage pushed her through the pain. She doesn’t remember - no.
That’s not right.
She doesn’t want to remember. What happened. All she knows is she couldn’t shift back to being human, and could only fall further into the tiger. She’s fully in feline form now, thank every god, but-
-but she’s still hurt. The healing is fast, but it’s not that fast. She needed a place to go, somewhere she’s been, somewhere safe. Somewhere that smelled familiar.
It took gifts to get here; stealth and the ability to get into closed places, but she made it. She’s on Jack’s bed when he gets back, all six hundred pounds of tiger, breathing hard and bleeding on his sheets.
When he steps inside her ears twitch a bit, but she doesn’t move more than they, her teeth just barely bared.]
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Have you and Mr. Carver been discussing me, Jack?
What do you think of these Designs for our Flag. Don't worry, I've kept your concerns in mind this time.
[ 📎29128JHGFA083_bannersketchcomp.jpg; assume these are all ink/watercolor sketches etc. ]
[ 📎29128JHGFA083_bannersketchcomp.jpg; assume these are all ink/watercolor sketches etc. ]
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