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[Written] Baby it's cold outside

it's colder than the sea witch's titties out here
not that i ever touched them. ew.
huge boner killer
but it's unreal like
i can't get warm even if i'm sitting next to a fire.
so
who wants to help me get warm?
shit i hate that this thing can't take video
there's no way for me to show you how awesome i am.
hold up
wait a minute

[Dave decides to draw a self portrait with the same red ink he's been using to write. He makes his face and hair first, carelessly scribbles in his shades, and when he gets to his body he decides that he doesn't give a shit about anatomy.]

[Wow. That is the shittiest drawing ever. It's cool though, in an ironic sort of way. Dave is completely convinced that this shitty drawing will get him laid. Girls love a guy with a sense of humor.]

there
i'm fucking ripped.
who wants me?

[Feel free to have your character laugh at him/make fun of him/etc.]

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ok fair enough
the catholic church is wack
all religions are

Finally, something we can both agree upon!

i guess it was kinda rude i didn't introduce myself
i'm dave strider.

[The name takes her by surprise, because the Dave she knows isn't this mature...]

Another Dave Strider, hmm? Now how do I know you're not the one I know who is just playing a silly game with me?

[Mature? Lies. He's just older. He isn't more mature.]

you could try to catch him in the act
find him and make sure he isn't writing in his journal
but that might not be very convincing
guess you can't really know til you meet me in person.

Then we'll simply have to make that happen, now won't we?

we could make it happen now
i haven't used my navira-whatever it is
navirament? navyraiment?
the orb thing
how does it even work?
do you need the name of the ship you're going to visit?

We could, yes!

Naviraimant, I believe. You do need to know the name of the ship, as well as permission. Simply touching the orb and perhaps saying the name will suffice. I've used it once.

Our ship is The Gilded Rose, and you may visit whenever you're ready.

ok
i'll be right over.

[Do you want to switch to action in this thread or set up a log?]

I'll be awaiting your arrival.

[We can switch to action!]

[Dave touches the orb and says the same. It seems to work, because all of a sudden he's on a different ship, and one much bigger than his is. He only has a sailboat after all.]

Nice place you've got here. I'm impressed.

[Grell doesn't have to wait long before Dave arrives. She blinks at the obvious difference between the Dave on her ship and this one.]

And you're certainly a different Dave Strider, although the resemblance is there. [She would even call him cute!] Welcome, nonetheless.

[She does tilt her head curiously.]

I'll have to differentiate between you three, somehow. [Yes, three.]

[There is almost 20 years difference between the two. Alpha Dave is bigger and older, but still recognizably the same person. He'd like to think he hasn't aged much.]

Three? Oh, you mean Dirk. He's already different. He has pointy shades. Dave and I have round ones. Dirk has pointy hair too. Shit, where's your pen? You should be taking notes.

[He's only teasing of course. Can't blame him for wanting to flirt with a pretty girl~]

[Grell laughs and waves her hands dismissively.] No, no dear. It's quite obvious that the differences in appearances, but we won't always be communicating this way.

[She holds out her hand.] You may call me Grell. May I offer you a drink?

I use a different color of ink than Dave, but he was asking about the red. Might be confusing if he started writing with it.

[Dave grabs her hand and gives it a firm shake. If he was supposed to do something else it's lost on him. Chivalry has been dead so long where he's from that it's practically extinct.]

Thanks, Grell. What do you have?

Don't indulge him.

[The handshake is very North American in her opinion, but she doesn't mind it.]

I have tea, rum, and Bourbon. Pick your poison.

[It would be. He's from Texas.]

Bourbon sounds nice. I guess rum would be more piratey though. You could give me tea if you don't want to waste your good spirits on me. I should warn you I can drink most sailors under the table.

[Don't tell her that.]

Actually, I'd rather give you a some of our spirits than tea. It's rather difficult to acquire rum or Bourbon than tea. [She turns to walk out onto the deck.] We can enjoy it in my quarters.

But you can't have it all~!

[Why not?]

Bringing out the good stuff, huh? You sure know how to make a guy feel special. I could get used to this~

Ok, I'll go easy on it.

[So she leads them to her room, which isn't very special, but it's kept neat and cozy. There are at least chairs for them to sit on, one tucked into her desk, and another on the side. She offers him a chair, whichever he wants, while she takes up a glass decanter filled with rum and a small glass to pour it in.]

Are you part of a crew, Mister Strider? [She hands him the glass before pouring herself one.]

[Dave is still pretty impressed. He doesn't even have a room, just a small cabin.]

Captain Strider and I'm working on a crew. Could use a few more members.

[He takes the glass and sips it slowly. It's the only way the rum will last.]

My apologies, Captain Strider.

[Grell sits with her glass, crossing her legs. With her skirt having a high split, it's easy to see where her fishnets stop at her thighs while attached to a garter belt.]

Are you traveling alone or with a few other companions? [She takes a sip of her rum, enjoying its flavor with a faint smile.]

[Dave notices the garter. A stylish choice, in his opinion. It sure does draw the eye. He sips his drink and tries not to stare.]

I didn't bring anyone from home, if that's what you're asking. Made a friend while I was fighting the Navy though. We've been hanging around ever since.

No, that wasn't was I was asking, but you've seemed to have answered my question, however. [She swirls her glass once, moving her foot idly.] Making allies in this world can be life or DEATH. Not surprising that we aren't that great at it~! [GRINS]

Should you and your companion ever become bored, you're welcome to visit us. We promise not to bite hard.

I am great at it. Well, usually. I guess it's not as easy when you're not famous.

[Dave shrugs. Minor details. He'll be famous again soon.]

And what if I like being bitten hard?

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