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[gotyourwallet]

[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie turns at the sound of movement, prepared to ask Jack to put whatever he's touching down only to find him holding a brush to her hair. Now that she did not expect. She arches an eyebrow, eyes flickering from the brush in his hand and back to his face.]

Ah.

[Have yourself a questioning look, Jack.]

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[She turns around and gives him that look and it shakes him out of whatever day dream he had been on about. To even entertain the notion that he had been thinking of, would likely land him in a world of hurt. Or dead.

So Jack does, what Jack does best, and misdirects. He leans and takes a step back and holds the brush up eyeing it as though it was the finest piece of jewelery. This way and that.]

Fine craftsmanship here. This here. This brush.

[Now he looks at Vie, looking at him.]

Wot? I've hair! Quite a bit of it in fact.

[And he's never brushed it since he raised the Pearl from the seabed. Your eyes were playing tricks on you love. It's just a man holding a brush and admiring it! He wasn't about to do something stupid.]

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[She looks again to the brush, pausing in tying her own hair back to reach for one of his dreads. Vie toys with it between her fingers, much alike to at the party though lacking the same proximity.]

Ah yes, I can see that you brush your hair often.

[With a smile, she drops the dread and focuses on tying her own hair into a loose knot.]

Done.

[It's about then that she realizes she's still not wearing a proper shirt. Whoops. Vie bites her lip and moves to pass him, intent on getting to the shirt she'd discarded the night before.]

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[Forgive Jack while he gives you a very worried look, and the hand that reached up to keep his hat on his head. You scare him, Elizabeth-Vie. He knows you. Some days, if you knew the thoughts in his head, you would have a hard time arguing that there were differences between you two. The twisty hair move, he is now extremely wary of.]

Ah, um. Well. I used to....

[Nervous? Jack? Nope! You've got the wrong man! He's just stepping out of the way to let Vie get to what needs to be getting. Well this turned awkward.]

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[Vie smirks, amused at his reaction to her touching his hair and pulls the shirt over her head. It's a smaller sized light grey tunic. She's yet to find one her size that's a decent colour.]

I'm kidding, Jack.

[Her gaze flickers to his hat.]

And I'm not about to take your hat.

[Pause. Smile.]

At least not right now.

[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[Jack pouts from where he watches Vie dressing. One would think he'd have more reaction to it, maybe.]

See, now. You just can't be going and taking a man's hat.

[Pouting pirate is pouting.]

It's... improper!

[Yep still pouting. He's on to you Vie! ]