14th Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Spam]

[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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[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

Well shit.

[It seems the most appropriate thing to say. Not that he's giving up, and there's a flash of that obvious before he shrugs and moves on, but there's nothing more he can do about it now anyway.]

Alright, job interview time: got any hobbies? Areas of expertise?

[ Spam ]

[tentacruelest]

[He frowns suspiciously at Dean, looking him over]

Some. None that'd be any use to you. Why?

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[surfaceshine]

[But Dean only blinks guilelessly, expectantly back. Trust him, Davy. Trust him.]

Don't all sailors carve or someshit?

[ Spam ]

[tentacruelest]

[Narrowed look. Dean has an easygoing nature and an open way about him, but Jones has been fooled before.]

Aye. Ivory and whale's teeth. Passes the time.

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

Awesome. You can do all the woodworking.

[Dean doesn't seem to mind the narrowed look; indeed he doesn't even seem to notice.]

...wait. Whales have teeth?

[ Spam ]

[tentacruelest]

[In disbelief]

Aye. Whales have teeth, Winchester. What woodworking do yeh even do on this Barge?

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

Huh. Today I learned. I wonder if Sammy knows that.

[Probably. Sammy knows everything. But Dean huffs a faux exasperated breath at the question in return.]

Have you looked around here? The only thing that breaks usefully - and a shitton of people around here want shit that breaks, believe me - is wood. Chairs, tables, doors, cabinets. Doors. Chairs.

Doors.

[ Spam ]

[tentacruelest]

...Fine. I'll repair yer doors.

Check with Bush t'clear it with him, first.

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[surfaceshine]

Awesome.

[Dean waves dismissively, grinning the moment he agrees. The cheerfulness he used to be better known for is in full swing.]

Yeah, yeah. Rules and shit. I got it.

C'mon, I'll show you the office.

[ Spam ]

[tentacruelest]

[He gives a suspicious scowl in return, but turns to follow Dean anyway, wondering just how in the hell this boy wore him down so quickly]

I'm enthralled.