We make hope from every small disaster.
Veronica Mars was a pirate.
Pirates had been the school mascot back at Neptune, but she'd never exactly been big on school spirit (or, if she had, that had changed). Wallace had bled the green and gold, but Veronica had never claimed to be a Neptune Pirate. What little support she gave the basketball team had nothing to do with spirit and everything to do with the fact that support just goes with the terrain when your best friend is the best player in the region.
But now, now she was well and truly a pirate, she decided, satisfaction on her face as she plopped down on the couch, one leg crossing over the other. Crewing a pirate ship meant being a pirate, right? And maybe they could see about her trying her hand with a real sword sometime.
It was a nice change. The last couple of weeks had seen little change or variation in her life, and Veronica felt like she was starting to go crazy with it. She needed to do something. She was itching for activity. Maybe between being a pirate, an IBI agent with nothing to investigate, and nominated for the council (and why the hell did so many people think it was a good idea to nominate a 19-year-old blonde detective anyway? Even if she was secretly crossing her fingers), maybe between these things she'd actually have something to do around here.
There's a small possibility that I'm going insane. What's more likely is something even I have to admit. Because one of these days, I really am going to have to say things I don't actually want to say. Logan's ultimatum is a time bomb, ticking irritatingly away - and the only thing I can do to keep him from setting it off is to do so myself.
But with things so good between herself and Duncan, with him here at last, the last thing she wanted to do was set off arguments. So, with about two weeks left, she had come to the conclusion that, for now at least, she was going to focus on the fact that now? She was a pirate. And 'twas, and 'twas a glorious thing.
The one thing she couldn't ignore today was the date: October 3rd. Three years to the day that Lilly had died, and Veronica couldn't forget that, whatever else was on her mind.
[I've been away, I know, but she's here, she's back, and tonight at 9 PM on the CW, you can watch the premiere of season 3. >.> Tag her! Tag her! There are lovely new people, and they must meet!]