02 | text / action

[intelligently]

text.

Considering we're actually in a nice place we should make the most of it. I'm shopping. Since I don't have my best friend it'd be nice to have someone else to shop with.

[ She means it nicer than it sounds, it's just a Lydia thing. Shopping is definitely more fun with others ]

Anyone can come. I'll text you the shop.

[ And she actually means anyone. She won't deprive someone of shopping, she'll just deal with the 'no killing' if she has to ]

action.

[ And now that she's sent the invitation out Lydia gets back to the task at hand: black boots or brown boots?

She'd been looking at the clothes a few moments before, and judging by the handful of coat hangers she's carrying it has been going well. Obviously. But now she just needs shoes to go with it ]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

I do not find anything on land worth enjoying. Prescribe your diatribe to someone who can properly walk on dirt.

[permutates]

You find something interesting about it, or you wouldn't have said anything.

[tentacruelest]

[Pause. Then actual video evidence of Davy mentally fumbling for an answer. Finally he stops, and gives a triumphant smirk]

I find the girl's empty-headedness a source of amusement. Yes.

[permutates]

What if a shop was on water?

[tentacruelest]

...A technicality.

[permutates]

A technicality that I'm asking about.

[tentacruelest]

Why are you asking about this? I do not spend my days shopping, and I would not do so even if there were a hundred so-called water shops!

[permutates]

Even if they sold, I don't know - different types of rope, or sails, or engines you've never seen before?

[tentacruelest]

The Dutchman wants for nothing.

[permutates]

Your hat looks a little ragged.

[tentacruelest]

Never mind about my hat, girl. It does its purpose well enough, which is more than I can say for the majority of this ship and crew.

[permutates]

But don't you want one that makes you look more dashing?

That shows off the tentacles.

[tentacruelest]

[Apparently, this comment is not even worth a dignified answer. Instead, Jones gives a disbelieving, angry snort]

[permutates]

What? You don't believe anyone would like them?

[tentacruelest]

If you continue to mock me, I'll find it very difficult to stow my rage come a meeting face-to-face.

[permutates]

[ In response, she lets her transformation go: her skin flickers to blue, and her hair grows short and dull red. ]

I wasn't mocking you.

This is how I look, when I'm not trying to look like something else.

[tentacruelest]

[Jones' eyes narrow suspiciously, but he doesn't back away; he watches the transformation with interest, and at least some of his frustrations ebb]

That's some trick.

[permutates]

I was teasing you about shopping. Not about the tentacles.

[tentacruelest]

I do not appreciate being teased, either for my appearance or my distinct lack of interest in purchasing goods for pleasure's sake.

[permutates]

I told you, it's not about buying. It's about testing what you can be. Changing how you look is part of changing who you can become. Or reconfirming who you are and what you like.

[tentacruelest]

Must I constantly explain myself to garner some peace on this ship?

I know what I am, what I have always been for hundreds of years! I will not change, neither in physical appearance nor my ideas about this ship, its wardens, and its thrice-damned Admiral!

[permutates]

Then don't.

You could still use a new hat.

[tentacruelest]

No.

[permutates]

I'll bring you back something.

[tentacruelest]

No you will not.