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[ Jaye's sitting in the Oxygen Gardens, tucked away in a back corner near some grasses. She's wearing a plaid mens shirt that she hasn't worn out in public before, watching a grasshopper that has landed on one of the leather wristbands she got in her locker this past jump. Unlike her previous network experience this month, she looks more subdued; she's been doing a lot of thinking lately. ]

Nobody knows for sure where people go when they disappear from here, do they? I mean, people say "home", but we don't... know.

[ She turns her wrist, watching the grasshopper. ] And we don't know what the fuck anyone's up to without us, either.

[ The insect hops away, out of sight, and Jaye follows it with her eyes for a moment before looking back at her network device. ] ... Right, well. [ She shakes her head, smiling -- anyone who knows her well enough or who is particularly good at reading expressions should be able to tell it's forced. ] I've got some fun questions now. Favorite animal back home and why? Animal you'd consider the most dangerous and why? [ Yes that is somehow a fun question. Danger is fun, right guys? ... Right? ] All you people who aren't from Earth, you should tell me about the animals you guys have. It'd be interesting to hear about the differences.

((ooc: If you want to have your character find her in the oxygen garden, feel free!))

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... Well you look really good then, all things considered.

[He grins.]

I died. Then I broke outta Davy Jones' Locker and killed him.

You broke out of being dead?

... Nice. Very nice. I'd drink to you if you didn't have all the rum.

I s'ppose you could put it that way.

I'd be th' only one whose successfully broken out o' Davy Jones' Locker.

[Tia Dalma brought Barbossa back, totally doesn't count.

He grins at that.]

I've no problem bein' toasted t'other liquor, luv.

The Locker is just for people who've died at sea, right?

[ Or, well, who were eaten by Krakens... at sea. ]

And me without any. Shame.

Aye, luv, that'd be it.

[He was kind of a special case. Not many people can honestly say they've gotten on the bad side of Davy Jones.

He spreads his arms to the side.]

Kitchen's have still got liquor, luv. I'm not so cruel as t'take all of it.

[ Absentmindedly: ] I can't say I've ever spent a lot of time around any of the ocean gods. Probably for good reason.

You've taken all the rum and Crowley's been drinking all the scotch. Between the two of you, we might as well be out of all of it. [ She may be sulking slightly. ]

Nor should you, luv. Very fickle bein's, they are. Calypso and Davy Jones both.

[Amuuuuuuuused Jack Sparrow is amused.]

Per'aps you should be quicker next jump then, eh luv?

And Poseidon just looks like a grumpy bitch.

[ Well maybe if Crowley weren't a demon who could teleport... ]

Oh, but I'd hate to have you upset about a lack of rum. [ It'd ruin your makeup, Jack. ]

[He snorts, amused.]

Ain't met Poseidon. But I don't imagine he'd be much different. I'll take your word for it, luv.

[You don't have to have transportation powers. Just the ability to beeline to the kitchens as soon as the jump is over. He grins.]

Not t'worry, luv. I've nothin' to be upset 'bout, if you beat me fair.

[ She tends to get distracted watching all the naked men. ]

Who says I'd be fair about it?

[Fair enough. He tends to get a majorly distracted by all the naked women.]

Who says I'd be fair?

[ It's a very distracting time. She loves it. ]

Now this might be interesting, then.

[His favorite part of the month. Totally worth the disorientation and goo.]

Aye, luv. May the best man, or woman, win.

Are we just playing for drinks, or should we raise the stakes?

[He raises an eyebrow, seriously considering her now.]

An' what would ya be raisin' the stakes to, luv?

[ There's a thoughtful hum, Jaye leaning in to get a better look at her device. ]

I could think of a few things. Can't you?

[Jack slowly grins. Oh yes, he definitely likes this woman.]

I can think of a great many things, luv.

Why don't you let me know, hm?

I'd be more curious about your ideas, luv.

[ She grins. ] I'm sure you are.

Indulge me, luv.

Why should I do that? [ Oh look, playing hard to get. For once. ]

One word, luv: Curiosity.

But if I satisfy your curiosity, what's going to keep you interested?

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