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[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]
[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]
D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?
[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]
[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]
D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?
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Date: 2014-02-07 02:19 pm (UTC)All I have is time, Captain.
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Date: 2014-02-07 02:22 pm (UTC)Yeh fairing well, I hope? Got out of port fine?
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Date: 2014-02-07 02:36 pm (UTC)I'm fine.
[Ah, the age old phrase, that when uttered by a woman, mean the exact opposite of what the words actually mean.]
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Date: 2014-02-07 02:38 pm (UTC)Yeh ain't fine. None of us are.
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Date: 2014-02-07 02:44 pm (UTC)[Private Voice]
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Date: 2014-02-07 03:00 pm (UTC)[She's saying things that, in the right tone, could be called snappish, but hers is just flat in it's delivery. She's only stating facts.]
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Date: 2014-02-07 03:08 pm (UTC)Which wardens would those be?
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Date: 2014-02-07 03:14 pm (UTC)[Sometimes literally, Dean.]
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:29 pm (UTC)Then the pliers in his hand slip, rapping his knuckles smartly on the edge, and he swears and steps abruptly down to shake his hand out. When he glances up, he freezes.
It's rare to actually see real fear in Dean Winchester, but it's there now, flashing across his features and settling behind his eyes. It's not for Davy. He recognizes the man immediately, and it claws at the memories and the trauma he has spent months bricking back up and learning to carry with him. But a swift glance around, a surreptitious check of his communicator, shows that they're not back there. No one else is changed. He breathes out and tries to ignore his raised pulse, but doesn't quite get around to smiling or grinning by the time he actually speaks.]
Jones?
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:39 pm (UTC)He's fully prepared to keep going his own way without looking at the other man when the pliers drop. Turning his head, he accidentally locks eyes with Dean. A beat, as confusion passes over his face when Dean looks fearfully back at him.
Then, it clicks. The darkness and suffering, the pain and death and constant terror, under constant threat of worse to follow. He grimaces, and puts on his usual scowl in order to keep Dean from getting too familiar with him]
Winchester. Afternoon.
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Date: 2014-02-07 04:44 pm (UTC)He's still just enough off balance, though, that he does not respond with his usual obnoxiously bright cheerfulness.]
Hey. You're uh... what's going on? [Awkward at best, lame at worst; Dean instinctively knows this isn't, necessarily, a bad thing. But he remembers when Sylvanas had so much trouble when she was suddenly alive, and he remembers how much Jones said he hated being who he'd been; he's still unsure of his footing.]
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:00 pm (UTC)Warden's given me a device t'make me look human. Giving it a try before I decide I don't like it and throw it back t'him.
...Don't yeh go looking pale like that, Winchester. This is how I was before I was cursed. It's got nothing to do with that other Barge.
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Date: 2014-02-07 09:37 pm (UTC)[There is a somewhat surprising part of Dean that will always respond best to commands; even though there's a part of him that also instantly thinks If I could, don't you think I would?, it matters less than the drive to obey. He's been living up to impossible expectations all his life as a common standard, and now he swallows and shakes his head.]
I know. I just... [Then the rest of it registers, his eyes narrowing on the watch, and both eyebrows go up. He changes gears, but not to fake cheer; now he's thinking, remembering another conversation they had.]
What makes you think you won't like it?
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Date: 2014-02-07 11:50 pm (UTC)Yeh don't go around circumnavigating what you steered yerself into in the first place. If I'm going to break the curse, I'd rather do it properly than cheating. This is cheating.
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Date: 2014-02-16 04:28 am (UTC)And that's the only reason why? Because anything worth doing is worth doing right?
[No mockery - the hunter agrees wholeheartedly.]
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Date: 2014-02-16 04:30 am (UTC)[ Spam ]
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:45 pm (UTC)Oh, sorry.
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:46 pm (UTC)Yeh be careful, girl. I'll do the same.
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:55 pm (UTC)Not so off her game that she doesn't pause at the sound of his voice, and especially his syntax. She frowns at him. ]
Do I... know you?
[ That can't be Davy Jones. He doesn't have a tentacle beard. But it sure does sound a lot like him. ]
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Date: 2014-02-07 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-07 06:03 pm (UTC)Squid face? Where did your squid face go?
[ Stephanie do not poke the angry lobster. ]
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Date: 2014-02-07 06:05 pm (UTC)Never you mind, brat.
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Date: 2014-02-07 06:11 pm (UTC)[ That's kind of alarming, really. ]
Did something happen? 'Cause if you're trying to be sneaky your technique could use some work.
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