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Which one? What is it of?

[the question is honest, but prying - she really doesn't know, and she turns in his direction. not too close, but her hands are empty of any particular photo. it's the stories she's more curious about, not the paper, so whatever answer is satisfactory.]

Our friendly gods burning someone at the stake, or what have you. He probably deserved it.

[ he waves a hand. he really doesn't care about the situation in detail, because he's more likely to take the dioscuri's side over all in the first place.

... usually. well, he doesn't know this guy very well, so it's fine. ]

Everyone was possessed for Hallow's Eve, so...

[ don't worry about it. ]

Friendly gods?

[she got the possession part rundown from Erin earlier, but this idea of gods is a bit beyond her.]

The Dioscuri. Sons of Zeus, patrons to sailors, etcetera...

[ he waves a hand. surely she's heard of them, yes? ]

They're part of my crew, for the record.

[Dioscuri...let her mull over that for a moment, calling to the myths she had snuck under the guise of them being classics so her tutor wouldn't take them away. and then his statement of them being part of the crew...this guy can only be one person. one person powerful enough for that.]

...The for real Dioscuri? Captain, sir?

[he has to be The Captain, right? that's who walked into this shop?]

[ not her calling him captain... he puffs up for a second, looking pleased as he crosses his arms. ]

Of course, of course. Good to see you know of them. They're good men, after all.

[ if there's one thing jason's overtly proud of, it's his own crew. ]

Of course I do...their deeds are noted in the classics of literature and poetry. Any true student of either would be able to say they've read that! I just...didn't expect gods to be ensnared like this...

[children of Zeus always seem to have some ace up their sleeve. but she's still starry eyed and willing to swallow what he says, so right now Jason has the upper hand.]

You'll get used to it. They're friendly enough, so long as you don't insult one or the other. Peas in a pod, or something like that.

[ he waves a hand dismissively, in spite of the fact that he's talking about literal gods here. it's fine. ]

Isn't it reassuring, though? Knowing we have the best of the best aboard.

In one way it is, and in another it's...humbling, if you'll permit me, sir.

[she can't say the idea of ensnaring gods actually makes her a little afraid of this man. she needs to be on his good side, considering all she's heard.]

I've never had the fortune to meet a single god, let alone two. Or to meet someone quite like yourself.

[take that as he would.]

Really...? I'll introduce you to them sometime, then!

[ and he speaks in full sincerity, because he's not the captain helena thinks he is — he's aboard here not of his volition just like any other. but he also can't see past the respect from helena being anything other than what's just natural.

he is the captain of the argonauts, after all. he doesn't see this as weird. ]

And your name is?

[ she's a lady, after all. a cute one. ]

Helena Adams, captain.

[is she going to drop that? no. not until he tells her to. but then, what will she call him?]

It'd truly be an honor.

Miss Adams.

[ he'll give her a half-bow, offering his hand to her. ]

It is an honor to have someone as cute as yourself aboard. If you have any questions, I can try to answer for you.

Oh, I have so many of them, sir - I might get on your nerves if I ask too many.

[the why and how and the what for, if he really was like that...]

...the photos here. Some say - [that strange man had said] - that the wish behind them was to see passengers' suffering. Why have such a place accessible to all?

[if you were a cruel villain, surely you had private triumphs, and if you were not, why have it on record?]

[ jason, attention whore that he is, only smirks in a content way as he crosses his arms and nods a few times, pretending to listen to the entirety of her concerns —-...but he listened to half of them! that's at least desirable for a future king, right? ]

A reminder. [ never let them guess you next move.

but jason's smile remains even as his eyes seem to narrow and soften slightly, almost like he isn't too pleased by the idea. ]

You can only move up from your own suffering, correct? Don't let these silly little papers bother you, Miss Adams.

...I'll try, but it will be easier on me than others. It might be worth reconsidering this place's purpose someday, sir.

[which is the nicest way she can say that maybe a collection of murder photography shouldn't just be hanging out in public.]

[ he really has no fucking clue that helena thinks he's the captain of the serena eterna; this is all because his ego is too big to notice that her referring to him as the captain isn't out of sheer respect for his title. this is how he's supposed to be treated, after all. this helena adams girl has very good manners! ]

Indeed. [ he agrees with distaste in his tone. ] I'm working on it, so you can rest easy knowing as much!

[ his mutiny or whatever. ]

Thank you. I'll be sure to pass the good news along, should someone else raise concerns - I know I'm not the first to have misgivings.

[like Mr. Summer, tearing down the photos, and then the stranger who had claimed it was for suffering...]

What you say should be as law, after all.

[isn't that how captain's orders work?]

As I'm always saying!

[ he hums in approval, crossing his arms. so true, helena!! ]

Perhaps I can work on ransacking this wall first and foremost. A little accident should do the trick...

[ now he's thinking about it, stroking his chin as he eyes all the photos. he could probably get someone else to do a little vandalism here. he nods to himself as he thinks about this. ]

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