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[ex_diplomacy861]

Who: Shelly and anyone
Location: Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Standing before the coral with a hand perched on her hip and a megaphone in the other, Shelly, still damp but drier from her sodden arrival, begins her announcement in a firm, less-than-pleased tone as the fairy beside her flutters about quietly.]

Attention [ -- the rest is drowned out by a high-pitched screech as the megaphone adjusts -- ] !

What you have committed is a severely punishable offense that will not go unheard by the Republic's Senate. However, before you respond to the matter of your crime, I demand an explanation.

[She lowers the megaphone, waiting.]

Comments

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Lass? True, she'd been told about the device from the natives, and though it seemed like a more convenient means of communication, she still didn't quite understand it.]

I prefer a more . . . hands-on approach.

[A prison, hm?] Not too long ago. I took the time to dry myself first.

[seablaze]

That be good. Can't have ya standing out getting a cold now. The doctors in this place are a bit questionable.

The common folk 'round here will likely tell you that coral brought ya here. Who knows how much of it is true. Jus know that we're stuck, this place makes ya act funny now and then, and there be a lift to get ya up to an Island.

[ex_diplomacy861]

The coral.

[She looks over her shoulder, down at the coral, then back at Faris.]

Where can I find this lift?

[seablaze]

[He pointed towards a direction.] Jus follow the road. It'll get to the top level eventually and you'll find the lift. There is some jolly ol' coot who operates the contraption.

[ex_diplomacy861]

If there's a lift that can take us to an island, why do you consider us "stuck?" Is there no way off there?

[seablaze]

Nope. Some funny magic or something is keeping a barrier up. We can swim but a short distance from the shores. There seems ta be something hidden in the forest.

[A scratches the back of his head.] If ya planning to explore up there, be wary and keep ya wits about ya. There was a time when people vanished a bit, and then reappeared acting crazier than someone with cabin fever. My mate was one of 'em, and he tried to bash me in the head from behind.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Your . . . mate.

[Now where was that a common term? Ah, yes. In no way a judgment or otherwise, she simply stated with a look of interest:]

You're a pirate.

[It could be used for other things, like lovers, but such a usage has been verging on the obsolete. She at least never hears it in that manner from all her years in the Senate.]

[seablaze]

[Chuckles.]
Ya got it. Not like it's any sort of thing that is new round these parts. This place seems full of hot headed folks and some samurai lot. Also kids and gray colored ones with these horn that resembles awful candy ya find round shops.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[ . . . what even. Hot headed, sure. Samurai, sure. Kids, sure.

Gray-colored with horns?]

I find that difficult to believe.

[seablaze]

[Now that was an odd thing for her not to believe in given all the other stuff. Like the coral or the lift.]

Ya sure ya want to doubt so soon? [A grin as he moved closer, pulling out his SFC as he did. He glanced to his screen before selecting the one he spoke with just a moment.]
I'll bring one up for ya, lass.

[Ring ring, Gamzee. And Faris flipped the SFC over to show the lady his screen.]

[420]

[Takes a little bit for him too answer. Hey, it's Gamzee, okay? he's not the quickest. But when he does, there you have him, ladies: all grey skinned (well face paint covered, but grey skin elsewhere, candycorn horns and a goofy lazy smile that shows of a whole bunch of them sharp chompers.]

Yeah?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Minding the lass but not remarking upon it, Shelly focused on the screen with a slightly wary look.

Then what he was talking about appeared, and she could only stare, slowly taking in the odd details that were clearly not those of a human. Yet it looked like a boy. What was it?]

[420]

[Is this a staring contest? Oh god it is a staring contest. Awesome. Cause Gamzee is good at zoning out staring. One. Two. Three. Lets go.

Staaaaaare.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[ . . . Is this customary for the boy? To just stare? Perhaps she should say something, but she wasn't the one who summoned him.

Raising her head, she glances at Farris. You win, Gamzee.]

[seablaze]

[And the pirate won too. Faris looked pretty amused at that. Flipping the SFC over, to give a wave to the clown.]

That'll do. [And buh bai. Click. Faris ended the feed.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Shelly smiled despite herself, amused by how Faris simply hung up on the boy. She would concede defeat quietly this one time.]

He wasn't very responsive.

[seablaze]

He probably doesn't have the foggiest. He seems easy. [A shrug. Maybe another time, if the kid is curious, he'll explain. But not his problem now.]

Other than the others dragged here like yourself, the only other odd thing is the monthly things that hit. [A pause.] Like the all of the singing that happened a bit of time back.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[All of this was coming too fast, but Shelly supposed this was better than taking this way too slowly. She'd already heard such unbelievable things back home. She could deal with a little more.]

What do you mean?