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[halfofeverything]

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What's the consensus, then? The ship is dead, we're planning to set up shop here?

[There are worse places, he supposes. And the best thing to do now is to wander the Barge, and gather whatever supplies he might want for later.]


[ooc: Alec will be going through the Door, toward the end of the second day of the Port.]

Comments

[maced_eggs]

If somethin's dead, it needs to have a soul, yes?

[halfofeverything]

I suppose that depends on what you believe a soul is. You don't think the Barge has one?

[maced_eggs]

Not in the least.

[lastrat]

It's not dead.

[He sounds bored, but with Alec, there's always an undercurrent of something vicious.]

I wouldn't pick out drapery yet.

[halfofeverything]

No? I suppose I'll have to join you in scoping out the highground and snipers' nests, then.

[lastrat]

If you don't mind a bullet in the head, you're more than welcome.

[halfofeverything]

[TCH] You've always been so generous with your bullets, haven't you? Always giving four shots when I could take the same man down with one. No, I think between your wildly off-target shots and your particular miasma of bitterness and vermouth, I'll find you before you can throw me a quip.

[lastrat]

Wildly off-target.

[He actually guffaws.]

Of all things, that's what you settle on? You could at least try for some accuracy, Alec.

[halfofeverything]

Oh right, you think yourself to be a crackshot, don't you?

[And James is. But Alec, of course, considers himself better.]

[lastrat]

[Their egos are always their downfalls.]

You may be delusional, but at least you're good for a laugh.