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[fireintothesky]

Um. I know we have to get off the boat now, but.

Where are we supposed to stay in the town? We have to have a Warden, a chaperon, right?

I really want to see It's so pretty. I wonder how the hearts fly?

[OOC: WHEEE, PORT. Like the other posts, I'm up for comment, spam or log threadage. Please let me know if I'm doin' it rong, as it's my

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[victimofnoone]

You find an inn or whatever. Your warden should give you money. If you don't have one? Just like, ask around? I think Inara said she could take one, maybe.

And, uh, be careful. Ports like to screw people over.

[fireintothesky]

Screw people over? [THE SHELTERED ITALIAN GIRL HAS NOT HEARD THIS PHRASE BEFORE.] What does that mean? It's dangerous?

[victimofnoone]

It's dangerous for your emotional well being. To "screw someone over" means to like, mess with them in a bad way. To cheat them out of something or to tell them you'll do something and not do it.. that kind of stuff. It's the kind of things that really mess with peoples' happiness. Make sense?

The Admiral likes screwing us over. Mostly inmates, but everyone in general.

[fireintothesky]

Yes. Thank you.

...If he's that bad, shouldn't we stop him?

you're doin' it right <3

[tartaned]

If you haven't found someone else yet, I'd be willing to take you, my dear.

WOO. Spam them meeting just off the boat?

[fireintothesky]

Oh! Thank you very much, signore. That's very kind.

sure! :D

[tartaned]

Not at all. I'll meet you just out the exit, shall I?

Spaaam until otherwise noted.

[fireintothesky]

[Henrietta waits very close to the end of the ship's gangway, shifting from foot to foot. She's not sure who she's waiting for, exactly, which makes her more nervous.]

[She watches the town, her face lit up. It's wonderful, like a moving fairy-tale picture.]