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[ tranquility, you may remember this woman from her first broadcast or from the various times she's popped up in others. those who know her are aware that you could have either gotten a woman who has barely anything on or someone who looks rather put together in whatever she happens to be wearing. the second option is the one she chooses to show off today, dressed in a white suit, with her hair done up in a deceivingly loose bun. off camera her nails are tapping a steady beat like she's waiting for someone before she finally speaks, her tone rather dry to start off with. ]

Since no one felt like stepping up and saying what I'm certain a number of us have considered, I suppose the task falls to me at the moment. [ she pauses, exhaling quietly before continues. ] For those of you who are new, most of what I'm going to mention makes little to no sense, but the basics for understanding what I'm saying lies in knowing that there is a list of certain individuals on this ship that, for all the geniuses we have present on board, no one has figured out the meaning to. The people on this list vary from those who are from the first jump, 001s if we're going by tattoos to those who came aboard on the sixth jump, the 006s, if we are, again, going by tattoos.

I realize that no one wants to perhaps deal with the ramifications of what I'm about to suggest, but avoiding it may prove to be as damaging as letting it out into the open. [ another pause. ] There are eight individuals from the list that have taken their leave of this ship. Considering the fact that the list is comprised of 38 individuals, that is a bit more than twenty percent of it. A slightly distressing number when we're in rather confined space, if you ask me. I realize that only two of the individuals have officially died, but the other six have disappeared without warning, and though it pains me to say it, I believe you can't confirm that they're dead or alive.

I'm certain some of you have already theorized this in private, but in the interest of disclosure, I believe we should share the theory with the metaphorical class. [ her lips curl into a bittersweet sort of smile and then she says it: ] It's beginning to look more and more like it is a hit list. Or at least a list of the individuals the one we call Smiley doesn't necessarily want on the Tranquility, which considering who is on the list, I must say, I'm slightly concerned.

This is just a thought, though. It's probably just a rather unfortunate coincidence.

[ and then there's this really long pause before irene appears to have remembered something that she had meant to say. ]

Just out of curiosity, has anyone figured out how to charge a phone from home on this ship?

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[the pull of his mouth is nothing less than a smirk, sly in the face of her ridicule.]

And what, pray tell, would you ask for?

[ there's a very subtle change in Irene's face before she answers, a quick shift of her eyes downward with the smallest of sighs attached to it. when her eyes move back up, her own lips are curled into a small smirk. ]

A name to start with, perhaps knowledge that I don't possess. A favor I can cash in at a later date. The obvious things a person would ask for.

[ah-

now this is a dangerous woman.]

I'm sure there is little- for now- a simple pirate could offer in a place like this. [humble humble, but look at him- he's anything but. he inclines his head, in place of a bow.] But for the time being, I can offer you my name, which is Hook. James Hook.

[ do try to keep it a secret, Hook. she might have to show you just how dangerous she truly is if you don't. ]

I wouldn't sell yourself short just yet. There is a reason I specified at a later date. [ oh, now dear her, you might be a force to reckon with if left unchecked, Hook. irene inclines her own head if only to be polite before she speaks. ]

Do you have a preference as to what I call you? I fear I may default simply to James or Mr. Hook if you fail to specify now.

James and Mister are far too proper for a man such as myself.

[he rolls his wrist, airily, as though brushing the very idea off]

Please, call me Jas., or Hook if you choose either at all.

But hardly too proper for a woman such as myself to be using them in reference to you.

[ she lets out a heavy sigh though, as if the very idea of calling him anything but the choices she had said was a slight against her. ]

I suppose Jas. would be acceptable, though Hook does have it's draws. Slightly negative connotations if one doesn't know who I'm referring to, unfortunately.

[he leans forward, just slightly, at her latter comment; as though sharing a secret, or readying to convince her of something. either way, there is something wicked and sly in his expression when he speaks.]

Perhaps that is precisely the reason I have such a name.

[ one of Irene's eyebrows quirks up, purely due to her curiosity. if someone has a name like Hook because of that reason then it's best to tread carefully. and yet if she played her cards right, there could be a benefit to knowing him. ]

How much do you misbehave, Hook? [ how bad are you? ]

[there's nothing shy in his expression, nothing demure at a question that could be considered coy.]

Oh, a fair amount. [he says, reclining in his seat and leaning on the elbow of his right arm; his hook glints in the harsh artificial light of his cabin.] One does have a reputation to uphold, as I'm sure you understand.

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