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[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]

[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.

[permutates]

Some Los Angeles sea shells?

[tentacruelest]

Keep your gifts, girl. I'll have no want or use for them.

[permutates]

Finger puppets.

Can you move the tentacles individually?

[tentacruelest]

[With an incredibly irritated huff, Davy does just that, his tentacles curling in on themselves as he again suffers through this new humiliation]

[permutates]

Finger puppets it is!

[ She's signing off now. ]

[pvtparts]

I'm so glad to see you making friends, Captain, sir.

[tentacruelest]

I'll thank you to keep your snub nose out of affairs that don't concern you, Sergeant.

[pvtparts]

Sorry, sir, my nose sometimes has a mind of its own.

[tentacruelest]

If you go about letting your brain be taken advantage of by your other parts, woe be it to you when they get you into trouble.

[pvtparts]

I find that sometimes it's appropriate to be led by your socks, sir. It's a matter of distinguishing when.

But I appreciate the concern nonetheless, sir. I imagine you struggle more on a daily basis with those tentacles, sir. I don't know how you do it.

Truly an exemplary squidman of bravery and strength, sir. I am truly honored to have made you acquaintance, Captain, sir.

[tentacruelest]

[With a sneer of his own, Jones seems to grow tired of being mocked, and turns to shut his communicator off rather than respond to someone so beneath him spewing such base comments.]