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[After looking around to ascertain that he is, in fact, on Isla Empieza again, Dave finds a wall to lean against while talking into his journal. He doesn't have his red pen, so you're all going to have to put up with the sound of his voice.]

Damn, I'm feeling nostalgic all of a sudden. I guess sometimes you never know how much you miss something until it's gone. It doesn't look much different than it did before. I wonder what happened while I was away. Did people form new crews and get into fights? Did the weather act up and did weird shit happen? Did Davy Jones fuck with people like he always does? I bet he fucking did.

Hey Grell, are you out there? I hope you are. I hope Dirk and mini-me came back too, but I doubt that happened. Just my luck, shit never works out the way I want it to.

Thash, you still around? Been awhile since we talked, bro.

To everyone else; sup. Gimme a holla.

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Sometimes, it's the simpler things that get the job done.

[A more modern dress? She hadn't been exposed to such fashion, but she wouldn't mind giving it a try. ]

As long as it leaves something to the imagination. [Wouldnt want to look like some cheap tart.]

I'm thinkin' money green. Fresh and verdant as legal tender.

[Dave just wants to share a bit of his culture with Grell. He can never take her home, but he can bring a bit of home to her.]

Would you object to a strapless gown? Or maybe a halter top. If it's a long, flowing evening gown then I wanna go sleeveless.

Spoken like a true American. As long as we're not wearing the currency, I won't pass judgement.

[Was American currency even green during her time? Who knows, and she definitely wouldn't care. What she did care about was catering to his whims, even if they sort of sounded silly.]

A flowing evening gown sounds divine. I think I have red shoes here. [Can't be too green!]

Yeah, no. Money dresses are so last season.

[US currency has always been green. He thinks. Not that he actually remembers anything he learned in History class.]

That is gonna be hard to pull off without looking like Christmas warmed-over. We can do it though. We can make this happen.

We'll have to, since I refuse to go barefoot.

[Christmas warmed-over. That would be a fashion disaster.]

We can get you new shoes. It would be better than ruining the whole damn outfit.

[At least, that's what Dave assumes will happen.]

We have the budget for that, right?

We do, yes. [although they'll have to find something to make up for the loss. They were pirates, now, so it shouldn't be too bad.]

Are you in the store now?

Yeah, I'm doing some looking around, but the kinda stuff I want is gonna have to be special ordered.

[That's usually the case though. Dave is picky.]

We have less than a week before the ball. Do you think it'll take longer than that?

[It also sounded expensive.]

It shouldn't. It's never taken that long. I don't know what magical means they have of getting things from my world, but it usually seems nigh instantaneous.

[His pimp hat outfit for example? That arrived right away.]

Then we'll order the clothing. Make sure to get a decent price.

Babe, you are talking to the master of haggling here. I will make sure we get the lowest price guaranteed.

[Lies. Dave has never haggled in his life. He'll give it a try though.]

[...just don't get them a higher price, Dave.]

Then I await your return.

[He won't. Probably. Unless the shopkeeper offers some extra special shiny thing that would make them look even better.]

Be there in a New York minute.

...and just how fast is that?

[She's sure she hasn't heard that term before...]

[Dave doesn't answer. He just orders the clothes, grabs them, and uses the nav, which technically takes more than a New York minute. Closer to 15 minutes. But it was still pretty fast, all things considered.

Once he's back on the ship it doesn't take him long to find Grell.]

Hey, miss me?

[During that time he didn't answer, Grell was getting frustrated with the silence. To the point where she was shaking the book to see if it was broken, or if shaking would make it work again.

Apparently she's been doing it a while because he's here now. She stops mid shake and turns to his voice. The journal gets shut loudly, even though she's smiling.]

New York is quite slow. [Grell is hesitant to just walk over to him, not just for fear of tripping, but...well, he's actually here. After all this time, and all their chatter about clothing.] That's a silly question, Dave.

You have no idea. The traffic there is outrageous.

[Not that Dave knows much about New York. He's only been there a few times. This is more of an apology for making her wait.

Dave walks right up to Grell and kisses her on the cheek, only realizing after the fact that her eyes don't quite follow him. Why isn't she looking at his face?]

Grell?

[She closes her eyes at the kiss to her cheek, yet once she opens them, her eyes lose their place on Dave but finds it. Or the outline. There is worry in his voice, which makes her smile.]

You've noticed. [Her eyes look down, if only to guide her hand to where his chest is. She'll place it there as she speaks.] There was a battle, with Hawtrey, not long ago. He managed to poison me, affecting my vision.

I'll fuckin' kill him! I mean... I don't know who the hell he is, but I'll track him down and end his life!

[Dave puts his hand over hers, holding it close to his chest. He doesn't know whetehr to be angry, or just... sad.]

Is this... I mean, is there something we can do? Is there an antidote?

[Is she going to be permanently blind? HAS SHE LOST HER SIGHT FOREVER? OH MY GOD!!]

[She grins brightly at his anger. Ah, he's all riled up! It's quite a turn on!]

His head is at the front. I very much doubt he'll be back.

[There is a shrug at his question.] My sight has gotten far better than at the beginning. It won't be long before I have full sight again.

Damn, you beat me to it.

[Probably just as well. Dave never would have been brutal enough to decapitate someone and hang their head on the prow as a trophy. He sure admires her malevolence though.]

You could have just said that from the beginning instead of making me worry.

[Grell is very vicious, and she makes no qualms about it.

Her arms wrap about his waist, realizing that her new form makes for a bit less room between them, but she'll make do. A kiss goes to the side of his lips.]

You didn't ask. Your finger was already at the trigger, and who am I stop stop you from being chivalrous?

[Tilts her head a bit, trying to appear coy.]

Does this mean you won't spoil me~?

[Dave wraps one arm around Grell's back, slides the other under her butt, and lifts her into his arms. He notices that she has a bit more... padding than usual, but he isn't going to make assumptions. Who needs space between them anyway? Space between them is bad.]

Nah. I'm gonna spoil you so fuckin' much.

[He hugs her close to him and then goes in for a kiss. He puts his lips over hers, slides his tongue into the crease between them, and if she lets him in he'll slide it along hers and kiss her passionately.]

[As she gets lifted into his arms, Grell smiles and readjusts her arms. She brings one hand to the back of his neck as he kisses her, definitely not being shy about their tongues being reacquainted. It's hard to believe that he's there if she wasn't kissing him on the deck of the ship.

After a few moments, Grell pulls back trying to focus on his face. With him so close, she could see a lot better. There really were no words right now.]

...you're really here, right?

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He sounds like a walmart commercial lol

Yeah, that just makes it obvious how awful he is at this.

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