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[bottlearum]

Right.

[Good day, good night, good afternoon Tranquility! If you haven't noticed him stealing rum in every single one of the kitchens yet (Yes, I'm quite serious. After each jump, he steals the rum. As of now, there is a suspicious lack of rum in the kitchens), well, he's on your feed now! Yes, that's right, a real life pirate with dreadlocks and trinkets out of the wazoo is staring back at you.]

So, it seems like between jumps, I've missed a whole lot of...

[He waves a hand.]

...happenings. I've found meself with no knowledge of what between blue-alien man [That'd be you, Megamind.] failed t'take over the ship and now.

So. Who's still here, and what've I to make up for?

[And with that being said, Jack will reach to the side to grab a bottle of rum, take out the cork with his teeth, and then take a long, long drink of his precious rum.]

At least I've still got me rum.

[He will now... proceed to struggle to end the feed. Which button was this again--]

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voice;

[handelaar]

[Oh. Someone he doesn't mind too much.]

It still sucks.

[There's a long-suffering sigh as he decides, fine, he'll do a bullet-point summary.]

Demons took over some people, s'posed to be gone now. A smilin' creep is buggin' people over the network. Some guy fucked up the oxygen gardens with drugs... Mn. Not the usual drugs. An' uh - someone missed the last jump.

[He's just gonna. Link that with a little "a href="http://ataraxion.dreamwidth.org/127304.html">poke here note at the bottom.]

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[bottlearum]

[Oh hey, he remembers you. He's glad you're still here, and gives you a nod of greeting.

Also, wow, that sounds like tons of fun. He's kind of sad he wasn't there for that because man. He raises his eyebrows, and tries to figure out how to reach the link but really, how do I technology?]

That all sounds... rather gruesome.

[He makes a face, scrunching up his nose in the process.]

noooo html no wonder Jack can't click it

[handelaar]

[He switches to video just so he can launch a return nod of greeting, and after an eyeroll at Jack's scrunched face, just leaves it there on his bureau, facing part of a boring section of wall and an empty closet.

Don't worry, he'll check back in a second. In the meantime, most sound is coming from Jack's right speaker.]

Mm. Y'were damn lucky to miss it.

[Then he pops back in to lean against the wall, some laundry draped over one arm.]

Or you're real damn unlucky to be back.

[voice]

[megamind]

I've a name, Sparrow.

[voice]

[bottlearum]

[Did you miss his grin? Because it's back and just as wide as before.]

I'm sure ya do, mate.

[He's just not going to remember it.]

[voice]

[megamind]

And that rum soaked head can't manage it's three syllables.

But you think they'll run the ship.

Brilliant.

video;

[tumbleweeds]

... So that's where all the rum is.

video;

[bottlearum]

[Y u p. And he's damn proud of himself, too.]

Aye, luv. That'd be it.

[Several jumps worth. Just sitting in his room. He was so glad it was still there when he got back.]

video;

[tumbleweeds]

And you're keeping it all to yourself?

[ Jaye was a bartender, once. She needs some of that. ... Sort of. ]

voice.

[shoyu]

[ woah a real pirate ]

You -- lost your memory between jumps?

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[bottlearum]

[He gives a nod.]

Aye, mate. Woke up in this jump and can't remember any happenin' since I was here last. Which seems t'be a month or two, from the looks o'things.

[re_imagining]

What a relief, to still have access to your alcohol.

[Chuckling.]

[bottlearum]

[Smirk.]

Priories, luv.

[za_rodina]

[Oh, hey buddy! Russia grins and nods in greeting.]

You've missed a lot, Jack. But that's probably for the best, it hasn't been pleasant the past couple of months.

[bottlearum]

[Buddy! Mate! He nods back, a grin on his face.]

Aye, I've gotten that much. Somethin' about gas and murder and me missin' all th'fun.

Private;

[killarevolution]

I'll spare you the trouble and tell you what you've just arrived into. More relevant to your interests, anyway.

Some kid got killed during the last jump. Everything's falling on the captain and his girl to explain it, but they've got nothing to say one way or the other.

Private;

[bottlearum]

[He raises an eyebrow. You've given him new information, and this is why he likes you.]

The Captain, aye?

[flamingshortshorts]

Flaming fish sticks, fella, you talk like a pirate.

...I like your use of alliteration.

[bottlearum]

[Oh my Goodness, what? Jack raises an eyebrow.]

I should hope so. Be strange if I didn't.

[blunted]

what kind of rum?

Video. Technology derp present.

[bottlearum]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

...Rum, mate.

[There are types of rum?]

[logicals]

I'm here and that's all you need to know.
SH

Video; technology derp here.

[bottlearum]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Thanks, mate. Yer a real help.

[tailcrook]

Captain...

[He remembers you! And he remembers someone never told him just what rum is.]

[bottlearum]

[Oh, hey, he remembers you too. Cat-boy!]

'ello, mate.