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[judgementscythe]

 [Lorelai is sitting by the wheel of her small sailboat she named the Bright Shield in the middle of the sea. All around her nothing but water and not knowing how this world worked, directionaly impaired now that night was falling and their were no familiar stars to guide her. She takes out the Journal she arrived with and sits back and opens it up to the first blank page and starts talking to herself]

Why did I go out without hiring a guide?  I have no idea what any of these stars are.

[she punches the deck beneath her in frustration]

God I hope Killey never finds out about this.

[her frustration turns to an unpleasant laughter at that last thought]

What was I thinking?

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[om_nom_namur]

[He laughs really loud.]

Sorry sweetheart but yer zombie problems is jus' startin'. Heard all that shit 'bout Davy Jones right? Z o m b i e .

An' if he weren't 'nuff, there's a whole slew a people or sometimes jus' the sea itself more'n willin' t' turn y' or maybe yer new bff int' a zombie too.

Or a bear or some shit.

I dunno.

Point is, be ready. Them rotten bastards is stinkin' the place up all over so y' gotta be careful, aye?

[judgementscythe]

I'll take your warning under advisement. See, you can be helpful when you stop speaking in riddles.

[om_nom_namur]

THEY AIN'T RIDDLES IF Y' LISTEN T' WHAT I'M SAYIN'!

[judgementscythe]

It would help if I could understand half the words that come out of your mouth.