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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: 2014-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)Peter's not around, and my woodworker ran off to have a baby.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:33 am (UTC)What could I possibly know that you and your future knowledge and hands can't accomplish?
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:37 am (UTC)[Dean's reply is immediate and flat. He lets Davy look for whatever he wants because he knows from experience that the kinds of things that people look at him like that in search of? He simply doesn't have in him.
The hunter is dishonest, but not in the ways most people are.]
Cars are my thing. You hand me a wrench and fifteen minutes and I'll name you the cause of every sound any vehicle you put me to is making, but this place? Mostly I'm just stubborn and I been here too long.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:40 am (UTC)The Admiral keeps this ship up. He wouldnae let us drown.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:42 am (UTC)You know something about him that I don't? Because he's allowed pretty much everything else under the damn sun to happen - I figure that's somewhere on the list of what's left.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:44 am (UTC)What needs t'be done?
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:49 am (UTC)Instead, back and shoulders straightening somewhat unconsciously under the scrutiny but still calm:] I got some tables from the dining hall up in the office, need their legs bent back straight. I'm not sure who bent 'em or how, but no one else needs any ideas.
You up for it?
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:52 am (UTC)I've no dignity left t'surrender and all the bloody boredom in the world. It ain't hard work, your carpentry.
If the bilge rats do it again, let 'em eat off the floor.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:59 am (UTC)It ain't hard work if you know how to do it.
[Which Dean does, but maybe it's still the Winchester and Jones from that other Barge, maybe it's the kind of social skills he's learning here, but he's content to give back what dignity he can with the comment. He collects his step ladder before indicating the stairwell with his chin.]
Yeah, I'd love to do that? But I eat at the same goddamn tables. Office is this way.
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Date: 2014-02-16 06:04 am (UTC)Ain't there officer quarters on this miserable plank? No separate wardens' lunchroom?
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Date: 2014-02-16 06:12 am (UTC)[Dean shakes his head.] Honestly there'd be just as much trouble as in the main hall - no sense splitting the security.
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Date: 2014-02-16 05:42 pm (UTC)Be honest; we'd hate yeh no matter what you do. Having a room to get away from our bloodthirsty, treacherous ways is a benefit.
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Date: 2014-02-20 10:32 pm (UTC)[Dean shrugs. He's accepted that a long time ago, much as it goes against his nature to accept anything.]
Maybe. We don't...
Wait a second. Wardens eat in the main room all the damn time. Did you just not notice?
[This seems unlikely to Dean, but there's always a possibility.]
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Date: 2014-02-21 12:38 pm (UTC)I don't have the capacity to eat. Haven't in decades. I ain't alive.
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Date: 2014-02-21 04:10 pm (UTC)Dean is unimpressed with this, curse.]
Well shit, that'll kill anyone's sense of joy faster'n just about anything.
Can you and you just don't need to, or?
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Date: 2014-02-21 04:20 pm (UTC)[ Spam ]
Date: 2014-02-21 04:24 pm (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2014-02-21 04:25 pm (UTC)Some. None that'd be any use to you. Why?
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Date: 2014-02-21 04:27 pm (UTC)Don't all sailors carve or someshit?
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Date: 2014-02-21 04:28 pm (UTC)Aye. Ivory and whale's teeth. Passes the time.
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Date: 2014-02-22 07:06 am (UTC)[Dean doesn't seem to mind the narrowed look; indeed he doesn't even seem to notice.]
...wait. Whales have teeth?
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Date: 2014-02-22 02:38 pm (UTC)Aye. Whales have teeth, Winchester. What woodworking do yeh even do on this Barge?
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Date: 2014-02-22 02:57 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2014-02-23 02:41 am (UTC)Check with Bush t'clear it with him, first.
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Date: 2014-03-09 09:58 pm (UTC)[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.
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