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[specifics]

[ Audio fizzles in... ]

---nd now that stupid sound is going to be happening for the next hour, every ten minutes.

[ GARBLED SOUND STATIC ETC with the intermittent pirate sound/word/phrase/etc - with British flair...which in this case means it's Eames. Sadly. ]

You need to stop talking like that.

Guess Ariadne picked a good time to leave, if

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[byweavinglives]

Should I be pleased he's not working today?

[specifics]

Extremely.

[ Pause. ]

But I doubt anyone is. [ Working. ] Considering the terrain.

[ ...or lack thereof... ]

[byweavinglives]

I've decided it's completely not worth my time to even go out.

[All that water.]

[specifics]

Probably not. Stay below. Or...wherever. It's going to change again soon.

[ Some barely audible cursing about the sound again....oh how he longs for a good old fashioned tolling of a bell. Really. ]

Video;

[dulcisnuntius]

Oh come, on! There are actual pirates today. It's the BEST time to talk like a pirate!

[fyi, Dulcie is dressed like this. Yes, she is completely insane. :-D]

Video;

[specifics]

[ This is Arthur's exasperated face. He is not dressed appropriately for this at all. Not...that he cares. He sighs. ]

Look, I didn't mind.

[ EMPHATIC PAUSE. ]

For the first eight hours.

[dulcisnuntius]

Arrr?

[GIANT EVIL GRIN]

[specifics]

[ A wry smile, but he shakes his head. ]

I...don't think so.

[ Pause ]

Dulcie, right?

[threadthefire]

Arthur? Are you alright?

[specifics]

[ A pause...possibly the sound of someone being hit with something - a telescope mayhap. ]

Doing better, actually.

[ Note the lack of pirate-speak in the background. But that sound is still on the countdown for about five more minutes. Arthur wishes the deities had chosen something else. Understatement. ]

What about you? I thought everyone was getting shoved around but apparently not.

[threadthefire]

Oh, I'm fine. I've barely been out in several days, but that's just my self-preservation kicking in, I suppose.

[Cinna's more than self-aware enough to know that he is not an adventurer so going out these last several days has been the last thing he's wanted to do.]

[specifics]

I keep wondering if the people who are traveling through different places just got sucked in because we were out at the wrong time. Or if it's still able to get other people too - inside or not.

[ Arthur figures the space place was kind of cool. Dinosaurs? Not so cool when the menu is Human Everything with a side of More Human. Zombies? Stay on the television please. This? Well it could be worse. He...guesses... ]

[shifts]

You need to find your sea legs.

Isn't that right, Waffle?

[ The bird only flaps its wings unsteadily before going back to attempting to groom the bandanna wrapped haphazardly around Eames' head. ]

Now, what is it we've got so far?

[specifics]

I need to find land.

[ Arthur eyes Waffle with mild chagrin. Why is it the bird gets to come along? Where is Pancake? And also... ]

Coins. Stuff. I don't know. [ He glances at his watch. ] Three minutes and counting.

[shifts]

I don't suppose there's anything else worth grabbing onto.

[ Eames finally hops down the final few feet from the netting he'd used to scale upward to the nest of the ship in the first place, Waffle chirping loudly from being jostled and beaking its way from one shoulder to the other, re-situating himself. ]

Peculiar noise, wouldn't you arrrrgree.

[specifics]

[ Sometimes there Just Aren't Words for the way Eames makes Arthur feel.

A few that come close, however may consist of but not be limited to: violent, irritable, impatient, more violent, and....well, violent again. He paces a little and continues to eye the bird with some misgivings. ]

Don't say that. Don't say anything.