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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 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! ]