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001: Discovery; (in which mun took FOREVER to post)

[ James awakes with a start, lifting his head off the--carpet? that's strange, ships don't usually have carpet--and looking around. He pushes himself to a sitting position, lifts his hand to his forehead to brush the wisps of the powdered-white hair from his wig, his hat gone missing. A quick glance affirms the existence of his hat, only a few feet from his person.

His hand pats his side for the sword holster buckled at his waist, and he breathes a sigh of relief before standing--shakily, but standing nonetheless--and catches sight of himself in the mirror at a small vanity. He looks awful, with disheveled, natural brown hair peeking out from the wig, what he assumes is a carpet burn? on his right cheek, a tear in the sleeve of his overcoat, and he's also missing...a shoe--ah, it's there, just a few feet away from where the hat was. Regardless, he looks in no way fit for the Royal Navy, and so he immediately sets to work on fixing just that. ]

I don't even remember any sort of fighting. Was I captured? But why would I still have my sword?

[ After he has pulled his leggings down from where they'd pushed up on his legs, pulled on the rebellious shoe, straightened his clothes, and tucked every last strand of his hair neatly into his now-combed wig, he looks around the room. It's decorated in rich wood paneling and blue curtains, and--not candles. What are those? Glass lights...but how?--nevertheless, he is utterly and completely confused. ]

I would not hesitate to ask if this is a pirate's trick, but I see no way for that to be possible. Not really gifted in hallucinogens, are they?

[ He mumbles more to himself, but wonders if anybody is nearby.

He walks to the bed on one wall of the room, and atop the pillow, finds a small object that flips open and has a...an animated portrait? ]

Have I gone mad? Am I dead?

[ He decides to try the door, and as he turns the knob and steps out into a bright hallway gingerly, he can't help but wonder if he really underestimated Jack Sparrow's abilities. Was he behind all of this? ]

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[Walking down the hallway, she had nowhere in particular in mind as her destination. She was simply walking to clear her muddled head.

Pausing as someone came out of a door just ahead of her, she had to pause in amusement. ...Was...Was that a powder wig. Okay, this poor soul needed someone sane to greet him and set him straight.

Clearing her throat, she tried to get his attention. Dressed in a simple skirt and white top, she waved slightly at the taller man.]

You look a little lost...

Erm...hello. Yes, I suppose, if 'lost' implies that I have no idea where I am in the least.

I am not one to admit my own weaknesses, but I find myself utterly confused as to this place.

[Thankfully not knowing what he was thinking, she advanced a little further.]

There's no shame in it. All of us had a similar problem when we first arrived... You're in a place that we only know as the manor, a girl called the author brought you here.

Ah. Forgive me, I've been rude. [Holding out a hand, she smiled patiently as she waited for him to take it.] My name's Mary Winchester...may I ask your name, sir?

I am Commodore James Norrington. Pleasure to meet you.

No apologies necessary - I have been rude as well. Thank you for your words - while the feeling of being here alone is unsettling, it comforts me some to know I am not alone in what my feelings are. An 'author'? This seems to be a mystery above and beyond intriguing. Does anybody know who she is?

[Seeing his hesitation, she takes things slowly, patient as though she were dealing with an untrusting child. Inclining her head in acknowledgment as he introduced himself, she took a half step back when he released her hand, giving him his room.]

I know all too well how confusing it can be, arriving in such a strange place. [His title was interesting though, she couldn't help asking about it.] Commodore? You are in the Navy?

[Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the wall] Some say that they have met her; from what I hear she's a teenage girl that doesn't realize she's doing this. Beyond that, I have no idea about how to even go about contacting her.

Yes, you are correct; I am in the King's Royal Navy. I went into it early and it is easily the most fulfilling job I could have picked for myself if it had not already been in my blood. My father was in the Navy as well.

I suppose she shall remain a mystery for now, then. I suppose the only thing we can do while we're captured here is to make the best of our time.

[Considering some of the people here, it was best that he was still wary. More than one person would abuse any trust given to them.]

I'm sorry to say that there is no Navy here, Commodore. I think it's best to inform you that while here, you may not receive the respect you are used to...there aren't really any jobs. The best we can do is find something to occupy our time. There are several rooms here that are suited towards particular activities. Without it, I fear you may become bored very quickly, especially considering your lifestyle.

[And no, prostitution is not included in those activities~ Not as far as she's concerned anyway.]

It sounds like it might be, indeed, dreadfully boring in such a place with no chance of employment...but perhaps my fellow...prisoners have ways of entertaining themselves in these rooms of which you speak. Maybe I, too, can find something in one. As for respect, , I've found lack thereof here already, so I must admit you are correct. Perhaps it's something I will get used to.

Thank you for being patient with me. I find it is not so easy being in uncharted territory, so to speak.

Most everyone has found something that they enjoy~. For example, some people enjoy the expansive library, my sons exercise in the gym, and I typically cook breakfast for everyone in the mornings. There's also a forest if you enjoy hunting or fishing.

[She was trying to be helpful. There were just so many things here that one could do for fun, it was just a matter of working out his interests.] Unfortunately, respect is something that needs to be earned here. Just throwing out a title won't get respect from many, you'll need to prove yourself to most.

[Waving a hand dismissively, she shook her head. Thanks weren't necessary for something so small.] It's not a problem. It wasn't too long ago that I was new as well; I understand how you must feel.

[Does Badou even really need an excuse to be snooping around the halls on the opposite side of the fancy (read as: shitty in his p.o.v, not enough smoke) guest rooms upstairs? Nope, snoops gon snoop, and as he strolls around, smoke billowing like a smokestack choochoo above his greasy head, he nearly barrels into a particularly seedy looking character emerging from one of the rooms, eyeing him with confusion]

....Didn't know the chicks here were the type to hire candy asses on the weekdays. Especially ones that're all Red Coat an' Revolution-y. Thought there was only cops an ' firefighters in jigalo types these days...

[In the midst of his rambling he registers the others confuzzled mutterings] Naw, you ain't dead, mang. Just calm your G-string, s'all good, head between your legs, deep breaths.

'Chicks'? I fail to see any livestock here, Mister...what's your name? Revolutionary? What gives you the idea I'm a 'revolutionary' or 'redcoat'? Clearly there is a language barrier between us, because I am not quite sure you're speaking English.

So...if I am alive...what is this? Just don't tell me Sparrow's here, and I'll be fine.

[As if to jizz in the eye of ol Norrgingknickers thoughts, Badou lets another thick plume of smoke stream from his lips, unconsciously of course no natural r00d vibes- yet-, and he squints quizzically. This wasn't a Y2K countdown, what century was this guy stumbling from]

Uhhh no I mean humans of the curvy titty persuasion. Y'know, ladies. Women. You ain't a neanderthal so gruntin' won't translate....females. [He brushes off the totally weird culture shock with a shrug] The name's Badou. Badou Nails. How bout you, tall wiggy an tea hoardin? You gotta name?

Tch, everyone's a goddamn critic. English is english....english guy. As for your wayward boyfriend, dunno, he mind end up here. Anyhow you're stuck in the manor same as us thanks to some girl with too much time on her hands. Lucky you.

And I'm the Neanderthal...whatever that may be?

Badou Nails, hm? I'm Commodore James Norrington----and it is quite the pleasure to meet you.

English can be barbaric, and you, I'm not sorry to say, have a terrible grasp on the language. You remind me of him in some ways. My 'wayward boyfriend'? You have very much the wrong idea about my feelings regarding that particular...person.

Well, if that is the case, I'm sure I can make the best of this situation with such...colorful fellow prisoners.

[Blow away my wayward son- oh]

Well nawwww mang, you ain't. No loin cloth, thank fuck, an no unibrow. You're clean, no worries.

[If Badou detects the kind and oh so warm and fuzzy tone he dismisses it, way too preoccupied with staring at the tufts of wig peeking out from under Norrington's hat and trying to determine the legitness of it all, dammit] Yeah yeah yeah nice to meetcha too, Colonel Slim Jim, keep the handcuffs an the grog to yourself- well no forget that last part.

An' you seem to have a wonderful grasp of not knowin' when to stop an smell the wig powder, bro. [Once again Badou ignores the disdain in favor of giving Norrington lip] I remind you of your boyfriend? Dunno if I'm supposed to be flattered or what. Thanks...?

Ohhh yeah we're a load of fingerpaints an half cocked guns, man, welcome to the party, let down your hair, pull up an easy chair. It'll be so much fuckin' fun. [And have a sneer in return]

~~and one of them is a page on wigs~~

As if I would ever touch that vile drink. You are more than welcome to it - and handcuffs? Why would I need--you know, I already wonder if it can prove fruitless to ask questions of you. 'Slim Jim'? I don't think I quite like that name, Mister Nails. And it's Commodore.

I do not need to 'smell the wig powder.' I enjoy my life and line of work plenty.

It certainly does not sound 'fun' but I suppose I must make what I can of it. As long as I can avoid the likes of you I should have a fine time.

Alright no need to getcher wiggy knickers in a twist, man, that's bad for circulation. So you ain't much of a drinker, we'll get that partied right outta you on a good friday night, no worries. I....[Badou's eye shifts and he has the decency to tut like a total asshole] you ain't supposed to talk the trade like that, mang, gotta keep up the mysterious rep. An you can ask me lotsa things, it'll just cost ya Slim Jim, just doin' my job.
[Dickish Nickname Achievement: Unlocked. Badou could get used to a little r-e-s-p-e-c-t]

Clearly you do, wash it first before you give it a whiff, ay? Maybe that's why you're here, nirvana an shit. Vacation.

Psssh I'll make it a point to drop in with my lil words of wisdom for you every now'n again, just for that.

[Jack's face comes onto the screen with a mildly shocked expression. It could be because the last he remembered of James Norrington a.k.a Commador Norrington, a.k.a rum-soaked-pirate lackey, he was on the Flying Dutchman working for Lord Cutler Beckett who ended up dead when he aided Pirate King Elizabeth and her crew.

However, when the mention of pirates came to his ears, his attentions is suddenly grabbed and now Jack is ready to defend his "honor".]

Pirates yes, though I must admit that the trick is no way related to me nor your misfortunous misadventures.

I find it most disagreeable that you think so low of me as to believe that I would believe you. Just what exactly have you done?

...and why are you looking like that? Your face has many qualities-- --but confusion is not often one of them.

[Jack's countenance changed from confusion to his regulatory visage of wit and charm marked with the subtle "who me?"]

Ah, though you see I am capable of many things but shrinking myself into a tiny little box is not among those feats of fancy, though it does seem rather uncomfortable in thought rather than action.

So you see it could not have been me to bring you here through time since I have innocently been at the lake building m'ship that was so ridiculously taken yet again. So in essence, what other choice do you have, dear Commodor? Or rather, what other viable explanation could there be with our limited...[looks around languidly before settling his eyes back to the screen]...space?

Besides, do I remotely remind you of a physi-what-a-ma-callits?

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You are building...a ship? [ Laughs contemptuously. ] And just what do you plan on doing with it? Do you really think the solution of escaping is so easy as to just sail away? [ James will never, ever admit, even to himself, that maybe Sparrow's got a passable idea here. ] Ah, nonetheless, building such a ship fit for you should not take very long, now, should it? [ Smiles contemptuously, too. ]

I have learned to accept there are no logical explanations for anything that goes on here. Then again, it is not that much different in our world, I suppose, except that there are more scum to prosecute.

Physi-what? What on earth are you talking about? Then again, this question could be asked for everything that comes out of your mouth.

[Yes, he has been paying attention to the network, although he doesn't have the blackberry visibly out when you reach the hallway.]

The good news is, you're not dead! Also probably not mad. [Says the suspiciously articulate two-year-old in a suit sitting up on a high shelf.]

And I highly doubt this is pirates, unless they've gotten their hands on some kind of power I've never heard of.

I am...reluctant to believe you, I hope that does not offend you. Perhaps you understand why. As for pirates - never underestimate them. Terrible beings, who will find any methods necessary for accomplishing their goals of terror and plundering. They deserve what punishment they get.

Never trust one to not pull a stunt like this.

[Awww. Aren't you just the cutest little authority figure? You're probably about the right time period for Primo's day.]

Oh, they must be trouble, if they can reshape reality on a normal basis where you're from.

Well, to be fair, I have never heard of one quite distorting reality...but I would not be surprised. Who knows what thoughts crop up into their heads when they've inhaled their fiftieth bottle of rum for the day.

Nevertheless, I am Commodore James Norrington. Your name is...?

Reborn. [He's going to leave off the part of his usual introduction that involves the Mafia, for now.] I'd hate to see a drunk illusionist; they manage to warp things enough when they're sober. [Although really, he'd expect more that being drunk would destroy their ability to focus enough to USE their powers, but he's leaving that off for now.]

Whoever's behind this must be one powerful person, to manage to keep this together for as long as it's existed. [Sadly, he's not even really trying to be helpful. Although you should probably be glad, you're the kind of person where "helping" might be hard on your sanity.]

Re...born? Like the act of being reborn? [ Norrington's 18th-century brain can't really process this, so he feigns acceptance and moves along. ] Interesting name. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Yes, of course you're absolutely correct. Whoever is the culprit to all of this certainly is worth applauding for the sheer effort and work this must require. Hm. Perhaps as time passes one might find more information about this place and its purpose.

Why thank you. [Whoever said it was his real name? :D ...Granted he hasn't used his birth name in so long that he'd have to think to remember it if he felt like sharing it, and MUN hasn't gotten it out of him yet, either.]

Well, I would hope so; you don't get this many people in one place and expect them all to sit on their hands. [You're starting to remind him of some of the cops he's dealt with. The ones he tended to lead in circles and ditch somewhere weird.]

I assure you sir, you are neither mad nor dead.

Ah--so, you perhaps can explain why I am here and led to these thoughts? Did you ever wonder the same thing?

I do not understand why you are here, nor do I understand yet why any of use have been brought here in the first place. Although given the circumstances it appears that this 'Author' takes plenty of people from a variety of timelines so to speak. As to the answer to your question I do wonder the same thing, but I learn to try and answer them while I am here.

I suppose that's all we can do, as much as I despise admitting such a thing. It seems nobody has the answers, so perhaps I will forfeit this line of questioning. [ He resists the urge to run his fingers through his hair out of frustration, not really because of propriety, but because his hat and wig are in his way. ]

I am Commodore James Norrington, by the way, pleased to meet you. [ slight bow ]

I'm Naoto Shirogane, it's a pleasure to speak to you.

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001: Discovery; (in which mun took FOREVER to post)

In Person [CAUSE MUN HAS BEEN EAGERLY ANTICIPATING :D]

In which mun apologizes for being a slacker, and apologizes for James' not knowing modern fashion.

XD OH GOD! Laughing so very hard. ILU.

;) I couldn't help it! and he couldn't, either...

It was completely and utterly beautiful.

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Sorry for the delay; I'm working a 31-hour week and I've been so tired! ;n;

No prob :D

[lights wig action] christ why is this so hard (.....) plz forgive me

god no it's beautiful, and this wig will never mean the same again.

CHRIST I'm sobbing can I use the wig to blow (....) my nose or

if you do, expect wrath, but I as mun would not be against it...............

Saving the boogers just for the occasion, mark my words

I just want you to know I have 4 tabs open of 18th century fashion...

PFFFT! You gotta make sacrifices, you big poof <3 I bet his wig smells like the tears of pirates

Guess who~?

ffff yes!!! I meant to reply to you on ooc, but slacked. AND SO IT BEGINS

Oh yes! This is going to be fun!

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