001 ☠ Video/Possible Action?

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[He's been staring and prodding at the terminal for the longest time, wanting to at least have a basic grasp of its function before fiddling too much with it, though as of right this moment, Barbossa will fully admit (privately) that he really doesn't understand it. Witchery, devilry, some sort of voodoo...He's not entirely sure, and really, given the circumstances, he doesn't really care. What matters is that he's pretty sure it's for communication. And communicate he will.

There are far more important things afoot, thanks to the letter he's tucked haphazardly into the sash around his waist, because in it, the worst is delivered. He cares not for the world, but his ship...That's enough to make his blood boil.

But none of that shows on his face - for now. He's already raged privately, before deciding it is, plainly and simply, false. Instead, he looks more than a little amused at the circumstances, as he taps thoughtfully at the screen with one long, black nail.]

So, it do seem me home managed to get itself blown apart like a dinghy hit with chain shot. Funny, that. [He doesn't believe a word of it, and it's evident in his tone, and the quirk of his mouth.] Ye'd figure there'd be a tad more warning. Trumpets. Horsemen. Jack Sparrow running away from the scene of the crime. Alas, can't say as I remember a speck of any of that.

So what be the truth of it, aye? Did our saviors rapture us from our dying homes, convinced of our purity and contriteness? Be we the lambs before the slaughter? [Hilarious.] Nay, there be more to it than that. And since it seems ye have me at a disadvantage, I'd be thankful for some...Insight.

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Aw, mine is up in the dorms. Actionanigans shall have to wait!

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Rolling against it isn't exactly mine, but sometimes we have to do things that make us uncomfortable. In a case like this, holding your horses seems like the better deal.

[ Waiting for the opportune moment, as it were. ]

Boo. SOON.

[justguidelines]

[Too long has my fate not been in me own hands, etc, etc.]

It does no harm to rattle the chains against the bars now and again.

Yes, totally!

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I could think of a few more productive ways to spend my time in a cell than poke at the asshole who put me in there.

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Ah, but then how do ye know his limits.

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By watching the other idiots.

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Nay, I imagine it be different for each of us that be trapped here. I'd rather know where me own limits there stand. [For purely educational purposes. Really.]

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So you're a doer and not a thinker. Nothing wrong with that. [ She just thinks it's dumb when there are safer options. ]

[justguidelines]

[And that's what he wants you to think. Thanks for taking the bait, miss.]

Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I suppose it depends on the circumstances.

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[ There's a difference between thinking the action is dumb and thinking the person making the action is dumb. She knows way better than to assume that sort of thing by now. ]

What exactly would you call this circumstance?

[justguidelines]

Hornswaggle.

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That's a new one. I call it bullshit, personally.

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Same difference, really.

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I figured. I'll have to add that one to my vocabulary. Hornswaggle.

Anyway. You have some kind of grand plan for bratting it up to our hosts or are you playing it all by ear?

[justguidelines]

The real question be why would I give away the punch line to me grand opus.

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You wouldn't. Some people would, though, so I thought saving theoretically-stupider-you some time might be nice.

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Aye, and judging all by the fools that flap their lips be not the wisest decision you could make. Not here. Not with me.

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Glad to see we have exceptions for all these lovely little social rules in place. I look forward to whatever grand opus ye be planning, then.