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SEPTEMBER EVENT: SKULLY'S ANGELS
[around 10:30PM, after Friday has returned from bringing all the other guests back to the ship, she parks the tender just off the shore, idling. she sticks her head out of the door.]
Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!
[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.
the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.
perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]
Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!
[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.
the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.
perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]
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an enormous amount of information like this needs to be processed, broken down, weighed against each other to determine what's workable and what's superfluous. it would be too much to ask for that time directly; the despair that's settling in is fit enough to suffocate either of them, should they have to breathe.
he bows his skull under that pressure, unmoving for a long moment. he knows that they wouldn't even realize what had happened. it would just... be over. immediate oblivion. finally getting to rest. most of them already would prefer that over being trapped here.
he lifts a grimy, gloved hand up, pinching one leather finger in his teeth and pulling his hand free. there's still blood and dirt and who knows what else on them, and a little of that sticks to his teeth, but it hardly matters.
he holds his bare hand out between them, palm up, and nudges the Captain's foot with his own to draw his attention.]
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Give me your hand. [it's said gently, but it feels too close to an order. so he tacks on a softer, less certain,] Please?
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he looks away, but... he holds his hand out to him, fingers just barely, hesitantly, touching his own.]
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Stede Bonnet might have overwhelming willpower, but it wasn't until that first crew meeting that he got it into his head that something was going on between us. Before then? The pool? Karaoke?
[his fingers press against the ones between them.]
I don't know if you should give him so much credit.
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[... he squeezes back, tightly.]
Perhaps that's what I like...
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[just an ever so gentle tease.]
...Are... hm. [so many questions that need answers. he isn't even sure where to start. probably somewhere small.] ...How long can people live here safely? Not just the passengers, but you and Jenny. And Friday, for that matter.
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So we stay here, on an unchanging ship for eternity. ...What if people wanted to go live with the salamanders instead? Could they do that? Leave this reality and insert themselves somewhere else?
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[...] Yes. Just in theory.
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Is there a possibility of them ever going home? Maybe not to the exact moment they left, but... a week later, maybe. A year?
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[he thinks, maybe, that will be enough to distract him from the fact that "the point" is not to be spoken of in the past tense.]
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[anyway]
So they could theoretically leave, if you let them. [he doesn't imagine that's actually on the table. for all of his talk of tilting at windmills, Skulduggery doubts the Captain will be so willing to let a group of captives go.]
...You wouldn't, though, would you? Just let everyone leave, if they wanted to.
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then, rather firmly:] No.
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Then what? You said so yourself. This whole thing has been a Sisyphean nightmare, not just for the passengers but for you, specifically.
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[pause]
And I can't risk word getting out. One lone lunatic raving about a haunted cruise ship isn't going to attract much attention. "Here's where to find a masterless jinn," however... That will bring the wolves.
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his grip tightens faintly.]
I'm technically the only passenger who knows that part.
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and then... a snort. and he's looking over at him with a half-grin.]
Come, now. You mean to tell me you won't tell a single soul that you solved the great mystery? You know that if you tell Ava, you're telling the entire ship.
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[it's a funny idea, keeping something so monumental a secret. he knows he can't do it, but it's a funny thought.]
The funny thing about every "great mystery" is that behind each one is an even grander mystery to solve. You are a masterless jinn. But that doesn't mean you're the only one, or that whoever you escaped from isn't still out there. You have a memory of people telling you about your history, but that doesn't mean they were telling you the truth. Or at least, the full truth.
[...]
You could probably take the information from me, couldn't you? Maybe not a memory charm, but you're enterprising enough with magic. You could just... stop me from telling anyone.
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[so, he leans over until his head is resting on Skulduggery's shoulder.]
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eventually, his thumb begins to move again.]
...Do I need to wait for Jenny to murder me for another movie date?
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he chuckles.]
Yes. I am asking if you would take me back to yours for a movie.
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A few hours of mortal peril wasn't enough to tire you out? [aiming for droll, landing somewhere more along the lines of slowly dying.]
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[delivered with the smooth, low confidence of a man who knows exactly what he's doing.]
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