APRIL OPEN LOG: PIRATE JENNY

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[early risers with odd-numbered rooms might notice that the morning sun doesn't quite come through the curtains as much as it usually does; they can peer out the portholes to see their views blocked by black-painted wood. everyone else won't realize something's off until the morning announcements. there's the chime, and Friday speaks, but...]

Passengers, I'd like for you all to join me in the atrium at your earliest possible convenience! We have a… situation!

[there is no bind on their legs; going is their choice. but, who wouldn't? something interesting is happening, at least. for once.

when they arrive, they will find Friday, and find that she is not alone. a woman - tall, dark, with a flowing coat and a lit cigar hanging from the side of her mouth like an old movie gangster - is standing on the raised area by the stairs; they are having a conversation that's too quiet to hear, and the woman's face is nearly as inscrutable. when enough have gathered, Friday steps forward, her empty hands clasped together in front of her, as the woman puts out the cigar on the heel of her boot and tosses it thoughtlessly to the ground.]

Good morning, everyone! I.. I'd like, I'd like to, well, I'd -

[the woman places a firm hand on Friday's shoulder - spins her, grabs her, dips her low to the ground, and kisses her soundly. at the first touch, Friday freezes; but, at the dip, she squeaks, and throws her arms up to hold herself up. the woman returns her to a normal position, and grins widely.]

Let me handle this, Dajutia. Hm? [Friday nods, and the woman turns to face the passengers.] Tau, everyone! My name is Jenny Storm, but all my friends call me Pirate Jenny! And I'd like to think we're all friends, sí? You could call me an... alumnus of the Serena Eterna; I spent a good five years being a thorn in the side of our good Captain! So, when I heard that he was getting up to his old tricks again, I decided to come around and see the fresh meat! And maybe have a bit of a vacation myself!

[she looks at each of them in turn. her grin widens, showing sharp canines.]

Now, I am sure you are thinking, "Señora Storm? You are a pirate! Are you here to rob us of our valuables?" [she barks out a laugh, then shakes her head.] No, no. First off, we're friends; it's Pirate Jenny! And Pirate Jenny is not interested in such things. In fact, I have valuables for you!

[she makes a quick movement: she sticks her pointer finger in her mouth, and then immediately uses that same finger to make some sort of sketch on her palm. seconds later, that same palm closes around a single white rose, which she extends to Friday. she pauses... then takes it, careful, holding it gentle as a bird.]

I may not be the Captain, but I happen to have a little bit of magic of my own! And, for a very, very low price, I can grant you a few small wishes! Trifles from home, maybe - do you like rocket launchers? I am getting very good at rocket launchers!

Jenny...

Okay, okay, no rocket launchers... Machine guns are as big as I'll go, promise!

[Friday just audibly sighs and shakes her head, but there's a clear sort of fondness in it, and Jenny laughs again.]

So, be sure to chat me up, sí? After breakfast! I may not miss much about this damned ship, but I do miss those little omelets!

[she salutes the audience, and then immediately leaves, taking the stairs down three at a time and needlessly pushing her way through the small crowd on her way to the elevators. Friday merely watches her go; her fingers have worried the rose to shreds that fall at her feet.

the rest of the month, until the 13th, is very much the same, with one exception: Jenny's ship remains at the Serena Eterna's side, a sailing ship somehow keeping pace with a modern engine craft. and Jenny doesn't seem to be keeping an especially close eye on it.]

Comments

[mooninthewater]

Boooo... we're done already? [ Mizuki lets his feet back onto the ground to stand, straightening his poncho a bit with a sigh. ]

Guess I should go too, then. Though, if I may have a word with you before I do, Venti?

[wimdy]

[ he watches clarke with the hint of worry--there's a girl who's shouldering far more responsibility and will than he could ever try to. but he's had millennia worth of running from responsibility and leaving mortal affairs to mortals, trusting in them, with the occasional divine aid or intervention every once in a while. he too would trust in the people on this ship as well.

then his look flickering back to mizuki, ] Hm, what is it?

[mooninthewater]

[ Mizuki claps both of his hands together and sets them both in front of his somewhat ashamed smile. ]

I know you had just told me that you wanted some breathing room, but— er. This seemed important. That’s okay, right? Are you upset with me?

[wimdy]

[ oh right, he did say that. ] Oh--no, this is perfectly fine. You're right, this was important and I'm glad if I could talk to Miss Clarke more.

Did you truly think I'd be upset over something like this? [ he's so easygoing... he just needs a few more drinks and the thought of 'breathing room' kind of drunkenly goes out the window. ]

[mooninthewater]

... Maybe? [ He doesn't know. It's not like any of their conversations thus far have gone swimmingly. Sans their last one! Which went very well! So, obviously it meant that things were just gonna go up from there, but... ]

I just... you know, I'm not very good at picking up on things sometimes. But you'll tell me if you are upset, right??

[wimdy]

Mmhm, I would. [ is this true, or would he just find an excuse to ghost or fly away? it’s a tossup. maybe he can barely be relied upon even for something like this. ] Don’t worry~ I’m not so easily upset, I won’t be mad at you for this much.

How shy or insecure you can be! It’s cute but have a little more confidence in yourself, won’t you? [ poking at his cheek now, nudge nudge. ]

[mooninthewater]

I'll have you know I'm very confident in my ability to not notice stuff like that. Which is why I had to ask. I think that files promptly under "good communication" and not "insecurity".

[ If his teeth were slightly less sharp, he may very well have had the mind to bite Venti's finger for being a pest. Instead, Mizuki just bats his hand away. ]

Thank you, by the way. For helping Clarke. I think... I think that she just might be the person who figures out how to get us home.

[wimdy]

Let me correct myself, how not-shy and what a good communicator you are, then. [ good communication is the key to a healthy or fake relationship. ] And yes, she’s very driven… I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you’re right.

Let’s help her and each other as we can, Mizuki.

[mooninthewater]

Waaaay ahead of you~. [ He spins around to start for the door momentarily, stops, turns back to Venti, then shuffles over to give him the lightest of hugs. ]

You both… really were quite brilliant today.

[wimdy]

[ aww..... was he really though. he, a drunkard telling tales and... all right, yes he did indeed try to be as helpful as could be, whether that's brilliant or not, he's terribly happy at the hug and it shows, he could nearly float at the praise. ] Ehe...

Thanks~ I try, on occasion. [ a little tempted to cheek kiss, when he can be affectionate when in a good mood. but for now he simply embraces back warmly. ]

[mooninthewater]

[ He parts with a little squeeze, giving Venti a wave before he tails out of the bar as well. He wants to say that he's absolutely going to ponder over all this new information and figure it out, but... realistically, he's probably just going to play whatever Terra's equivalent of Subnautica is for next hour.

You know, as every good tactician should. ]