Good. I spend enough time maneuvering with my own Submissive, I don’t want to have to do the same with hers. Just make it look like you’ve been herded, won’t you? They’ve arrested her for acting outside of her designation once already. I don’t care if it’s true, as long as they don’t catch on.
[ The rest sounds like a lot of words to say she likes Anne for her muscle. Which Jack won’t hold against her, it’s as good a reason as any, considering the brevity of their acquaintance. ]
A pirate, then. No point in playing coy with us, Captain.
[There are times when it will suit her better to be unruly, but she'll work those times out with Anne. Perhaps even ask her thoughts or Jack's, since they may be better at predicting action and consequence than she is, being here longer.]
A pirate, yes. Smuggling is better, when you can get it, but smuggling jobs are harder to come by. [Conversational, just casually sharing thoughts on her profession with someone who shares it.] Especially for smallish ships like mine.
I'm sure Anne told you this, but I don't really go around telling people I'm a captain, especially not a pirate captain. I don't need people wondering how I managed that. As far as most people here are concerned, I'm a harmless cargo hauler who works with my wife and son.
The Finder will out you, like it did for Anne and I. Lurid details, personal details, they’ll post it all. But they won’t find out because of me, if that’s what you want. [ ….... ] Except for John. Irving. Already told him, but he won’t make a fuss.
There’s work to be done below deck. Cooking, inventory. It doesn’t much matter to me what you do, you’ll be keeping her out of jail, and for that we owe you a shot at a way out of here, if we can find one.
[OHHHH okay yes this would make sense. Her ship is mostly self-sufficient on a lot of functions, needing humans only to do spot checks, and her pilot is a freak who loves doing that shit. But when she thinks about its self-performing functions and tries to come up with an analog on an unpowered ship, things she can do begin to pop up.]
Below deck seems good, actually, yeah. I can probably cook and keep track of food supplies, I'm okay at it.
It probably goes without saying, but I'll take any potential chance at getting out of here. Bree and I have a son to get back to.
I can. There will just have to be a rule about no one moving things in the kitchen other than myself. [Once she's got it arranged and memorized, something not being where it ought to be is a whole fucking production for her.]
We had help. I carried him. [Jack can assume what he wants about this, but maybe at some point she'll explain the whole fertility process they used.]
[ Jack is obviously not familiar with modern fertility treatments, much less futuristic ones, but he's just fine assuming she was able to grin and bear sex with a man until she conceived. In his time, even people mostly, or exclusively attracted to the same sex end up doing what's expected of them in the end. ]
I'm sorry to hear that you've been separated. I'm not a father, of course, but I imagine it must be quite the trial.
I'm not sure if it's better or worse that he's a baby. Like...even if we really are gone at home or something, if time is somehow passing, he won't remember it. He's...
Sorry. I don't know. I try not to think about it.
[Jack just saw more vulnerability from her than most (non-Bree) people see in a week, even so quickly shut down. She fears that if she lets herself think about Declan, something will just come rushing in on her to crush her to powder and she'll never put herself back together.]
[ And he doesn’t judge her vulnerability, or at least, he doesn’t sound like it. It’s good, strong information about who Orla is, what makes her tic. Something he can use, if Anne ends up hurt because of all this.
Jack’s tone betrays no scheme, no filing away of potential mind games to come. It’s sympathetic, the somber tone making its way onto his face, even knowing there’s no need for it. ]
If it’s any consolation, there are reports of people who have been flung back and forth from this place. They go back home at the very moment they were taken, and return here some time later. It seems as if time will hold still, as far as your son is concerned.
[She'd expect it if it did -- sympathy can be real and coexist with calculation, remembering your enemy's and friend's flaws alike. A pirate can do no less if they mean to survive.]
I've heard that. I try to remember it.
He's seven months old. Seven-month-olds are basically potatoes. A nannybot can take care of him about as well as I can. It's fine. I'm f-
I'm at least glad that I wasn't nursing anymore. Basically the minute I got here the city was like, do you want to try this lactation kink drug and I was like absolutely the fuck not.
...Wait, you're not from one of those weird times where no one talks about nursing, are you? [It's a pretty casual topic of conversation in her culture, judging by her tone, but it occurs to her belatedly that people from other times sometimes take boobs very seriously.]
Well, sorry anyway. There's time periods where nursing is considered gross or impolite but I can never keep that shit straight. Never had a reason to, before this place.
Cannot imagine a ship with one woman though. Wild.
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[ The rest sounds like a lot of words to say she likes Anne for her muscle. Which Jack won’t hold against her, it’s as good a reason as any, considering the brevity of their acquaintance. ]
A pirate, then. No point in playing coy with us, Captain.
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[There are times when it will suit her better to be unruly, but she'll work those times out with Anne. Perhaps even ask her thoughts or Jack's, since they may be better at predicting action and consequence than she is, being here longer.]
A pirate, yes. Smuggling is better, when you can get it, but smuggling jobs are harder to come by. [Conversational, just casually sharing thoughts on her profession with someone who shares it.] Especially for smallish ships like mine.
I'm sure Anne told you this, but I don't really go around telling people I'm a captain, especially not a pirate captain. I don't need people wondering how I managed that. As far as most people here are concerned, I'm a harmless cargo hauler who works with my wife and son.
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[ Speaking of which... ]
Has she told you about the ship?
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Which ship? I'm guessing the answer is no, since I don't know what ship you mean.
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We've built one. We're putting together a crew, to see if we can't get the fuck out of here.
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Has no one ever tried that before? [Bit of a surprise, actually -- surely someone has tried to see if this is viable in the past four years.]
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[He hasn't actually tendered an invitation, but she imagines that's what telling her is leading up to.]
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If you and your woman are up to it, we would be remiss not to extend an invitation your way. Anything you need to know, someone can teach you.
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[look she didn't actually see the comment about her getting blown off into the ocean but like, it's not wrong]
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Below deck seems good, actually, yeah. I can probably cook and keep track of food supplies, I'm okay at it.
It probably goes without saying, but I'll take any potential chance at getting out of here. Bree and I have a son to get back to.
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Sorry, a child? Between two women?
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We had help. I carried him. [Jack can assume what he wants about this, but maybe at some point she'll explain the whole fertility process they used.]
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[ Jack is obviously not familiar with modern fertility treatments, much less futuristic ones, but he's just fine assuming she was able to grin and bear sex with a man until she conceived. In his time, even people mostly, or exclusively attracted to the same sex end up doing what's expected of them in the end. ]
I'm sorry to hear that you've been separated. I'm not a father, of course, but I imagine it must be quite the trial.
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[huff.]
I'm not sure if it's better or worse that he's a baby. Like...even if we really are gone at home or something, if time is somehow passing, he won't remember it. He's...
Sorry. I don't know. I try not to think about it.
[Jack just saw more vulnerability from her than most (non-Bree) people see in a week, even so quickly shut down. She fears that if she lets herself think about Declan, something will just come rushing in on her to crush her to powder and she'll never put herself back together.]
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[ And he doesn’t judge her vulnerability, or at least, he doesn’t sound like it. It’s good, strong information about who Orla is, what makes her tic. Something he can use, if Anne ends up hurt because of all this.
Jack’s tone betrays no scheme, no filing away of potential mind games to come. It’s sympathetic, the somber tone making its way onto his face, even knowing there’s no need for it. ]
If it’s any consolation, there are reports of people who have been flung back and forth from this place. They go back home at the very moment they were taken, and return here some time later. It seems as if time will hold still, as far as your son is concerned.
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I've heard that. I try to remember it.
He's seven months old. Seven-month-olds are basically potatoes. A nannybot can take care of him about as well as I can. It's fine. I'm f-
...Okay, I'm obviously not fine, but I'm fine.
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Fake it 'till you make it, darling.
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...Wait, you're not from one of those weird times where no one talks about nursing, are you? [It's a pretty casual topic of conversation in her culture, judging by her tone, but it occurs to her belatedly that people from other times sometimes take boobs very seriously.]
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Cannot imagine a ship with one woman though. Wild.
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