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[adlered]

At the risk of ensnaring the ire of those of you who would rather live in what is best defined a bubble of willful ignorance— but has anyone noticed that it's been rather quiet in the time since our friendly pirates were murdered?

I'm not complaining, of course, because I do enjoy calm as much as the next person who's relatively sane but it's not as if we have much control with what happens on the ship. And I'd hate to discover that maintaining a normalcy bias— the willful ignorance I mentioned— manages to lull us into a false sense of security.

Then again, perhaps I'm just being pessimistic and that we're just enjoying a break we all needed and I'm just making you, my fellow victims of circumstance needlessly worry due to my own unrest. Still, I am curious as to whether or not I'm the only one who's considered this.

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[thebreakingwave]

Even I know what happens after someone says 'It's quiet. Too quiet.'

[adlered]

And pray tell, what happens?

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[bailedontheempire]

It does seem to contradict the impression I was given upon my arrival.

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[adlered]

Ah, but you came in on the last jump, didn't you?

I would think the pirates fit right in with the horror stories others told to give you a certain impression of this place.

[thoughts]

You broke it.

[adlered]

[ river that's creepy. and hits more at home than it potentially should. ]

Broke what, my dear?

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[unsoldiered]

If youre asking if something bad's about to happen any time now, I'd have to say probably

I just know I'm not gonna let it sneak up on me

It's generally a good idea to have your weapons at the ready around here

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[adlered]

I wouldn't say I necessarily asked that particular question.

[ except, lbr, that's kind of what she did. ]

And if it's not something you can shoot, are you still going to not let it sneak up on you?

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[puppydogeyes]

Guess the ship might be recuperating.

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[adlered]

Patching the holes left behind, so to speak. Pity it can't fix the internal ones.

[ There or may not be a double meaning there, but the ambiguity works for now. ]

Unless you don't mean it.

text;

[jacked]

Now's the part when something sneaks up behind you

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[adlered]

And yells boo?

[ And then a moment after, enough time to have logically had someone come up behind her and scare her. ]

Have you looked behind lately?

voice.

[wigs]

It definitely wouldn't hurt for you to be a little more optimistic, dear.

voice.

[adlered]

[ there's a very brief moment when irene considers keeping her reply as text. it's easier that way, and nothing is necessarily revealed when she does that. but effie is different enough from the rest that she can spare the time to leave her deivce on voice. ]

There's a difference between optimism and realism. I won't even complain if it stays quiet for a very long time. Tell me, do you believe that it'll be alright.

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[skindeep]

So quiet that it's hard to sleep.

Voice

[adlered]

Are you a fan of white noise, by any chance?

[ because, nope, not actually indulging the first conclusion her brain makes on that idea. not just yet. ]

[endeavors]

Does it have to mean something?

[adlered]

Does it have to not?

[countermand]

Better to be a little worried, ma'am.

[adlered]

A voice of paranoid experience, I take it.

[ actual brownie points for calling her ma'am right off. ]

It's Irene, for the record. No need to be formal on my account right now.

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[jilt]

Stirring the pot, darling?

private;

[adlered]

[ there's a decidedly long pause that shouldn't exist right here and irene knows what it sounds like when she finally does speak. ]

So to speak. I'm curious to see how many of them wish to admonish me for saying what most of them are likely thinking.

voice; I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS WTF

[certainproclivity]

I'm not one to tempt fate, but the quiet introspection going around is getting dull. Perhaps we need a shake-up to remind us that a few dead pirates aren't our primary concern.

voice; YOU KNOW MY THOUGHTS ON THAT OKAY

[adlered]

Oh, Sark, my dear Sark, perhaps the quiet introspection is for us to think on our own mortality.

[ :') ]

Next you'll be telling me you want one of those delightful creatures to show up and eat someone.

voice » not sorry

[became]

'Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.'

[ neal suck a bag of dicks. ]

voice » you should be you butt

[adlered]

[ get hit by a bag of dicks. ]

Mocking is an atrocious look on you, my dear.

[ seriously. get. hit. ]