( t e x t, 02 ) Hey, when everyone is asleep tonight, should I make some magic?

[hattrick]

So, it's come to my attention that a lot of people think my panties are pretty weird. ... My magic panties, that is. [ As if to clarify, a doodle of a pair of bloomers pops up next to her words. ]

If you think that... well, just think of them as a foldable top-hat, okay? They're just another magic prop.

[ And the writing stops there.

If you're viewing this about half an hour later, a bunch of doodles start - hearts, diamonds and stars as well as doodles of some strange people with spiky hair pointing. They're nothing special, there's no breathtaking artistic talent, just the doodling ability of any bored high schooler. The first spiky haired stranger also ends up with a beanie on his head, covering his spikes. ]

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[Voice]

[grizzly_tea]

Well dear it is good to hear that you are alright.

...

And that you're trying to clear up that whole disappearing into your panties thing...

[Yes, she'd been among the many scolding the dirty minded young men who came to call at the thought of it.]

[Voice]

[hattrick]

Well, I don't know about alright... all this sailing takes it out of a girl! How are you, Maribelle?

[Voice]

[grizzly_tea]

Well I wish I could say I was holding up better... but running one of the larger crews without my former second in command has left me with quite the headache in the form of extra paperwork. Requisitions for supplies with the merchants in port, setting up sales for the goods we obtained while on the islands, recruiting new members, finding missing members...

[A soft sigh escapes Maribelle.]

I'm sorry I didn't intend to trouble you with all my woes.

[Voice]

[hattrick]

W-wow! [ She never really thought about how much work there was as a leader of a crew. Maybe she should offer some help to Celes... ] Did they leave you?

[Voice]

[grizzly_tea]

We had...

[She really wanted to be tactful about this, but it was definitely still a hot button issue for her.]

Differing opinions when it came to... ethics. We both thought it appropriate if we were to part ways for the time being.

[Well actually it was more like Kyouya lost his nerve, and went to skulk off in the shadows elsewhere, but she was too tactful to say something like that... where he or his new employer could see or hear it.]

[Voice]

[hattrick]

[ Well, it's a good job Trucy doesn't know who she's talking about anyway. ]

In that case, I guess the professional thing is to go your own way. It's not a good thing to argue in front of the crew.

[ It's all about being professional, after all. ]