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[ Action: 7134 Brooks Lane. Set for Monday morning. ]

[ Ambrosia was honestly expecting to be waking up in her bed on the Mary with her crew hard at work with cleaning the deck and everything else that was part of their morning routine. However, waking up in bed with a complete stranger (attractive as he was) wasn't a part of her routine.

So, she merely turns around in bed and looks at the pictures that are on the nightstand. This... isn't her family. She hasn't had children and, well... all of this is just wrong.

Well, there was no use in just sitting around, so after getting out of bed, she's going to go to the closet to start rifling through things and tossing stuff over her shoulder occasionally. Apparently, she thinks that Marvelous' side is her side. ]

[ Phone ]

[ Sometime later, she's going to attempt to use the phone. Let's see how this will turn out. ]

...what is this strange thing? Am I s'posed t' shoot it or somethin'? What happened t' meetin' people face-t'-face?

...Oh, I think it's on. Anyway...

Right, so -- I don't quite think th' housewife position is suited fer me, honestly. So, if someone can direct me t' where me ship 'n me crew are, ye'll be paid handsomely. Oh, 'n don't try t' get one up on me 'cause I won't take it lightly.

But, anyway - I'm Captain Ambrosia Gray of th' Bloody Mary. I may not know ye, however tha' can certainly change, aye? 'N some information 'bout where I've been taken would be lovely. Thank ye fer ye efforts.

[ Action: General Store. ]

[ Well, after dealing with that damn phone, Ambrosia has set out in a long warm coat and underneath it is a man's suit. She's looking to either steal some firearms or simply... liberate them. See, she's not stealing. ~~Yet.~~

Certainly she looks to be too suspicious around here, but apparently society's standards don't bother her too much. After all, it's pretty much the same when she's at home - so why would she change her behavior just because she's in a new place? She'll continue to be who she is, even with society still being dumb. ]

Now... 'round how many shots will I be gettin'...

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[Marvelous groaned as the sunlight started to break his eyes open.]

White again. What I wouldn't give to wake up to wooden walls again.

[And then a piece of clothing hit him in the head. Throwing it off and tearing himself out of bed, he saw that things were now much more interesting.]

Well now. Looks like you had a change of face overnight, creepy woman.

[It was a nickname he'd given his 'wife' last week. She'd had a pretty null-reaction to it.]

Ye 'n me both, love.

[ Because, hey, that means that things are normal. This place? Not normal, at least to her.

She does pause, however, and turn to look over her shoulder. ]

I've been called lots of things, but creepy woman is a new one. Tell me, are ye always this charmin' with th' ladies?

[A comeback. Progress has been made.]

Finally. You got some fight in you. Maybe I'll drop the nickname if you keep it up.

[Though he's now starting to get the realization that this might not be the same woman that had been sleeping next to him for the last few weeks.]

[ Oh, there's more where that came from and more. ]

Well, whoever was in yer bed th' last time was replaced with me. Surely ye must miss 'em, hmm?

[ Well, from the way she talks, that should be enough of a hint. ]

[Hint taken in spades]

Not in the slightest. Worst cook I've ever had.

[He bends down and snatches his coat and medallion out from under the bed. He didn't want to chance them getting starched. He quickly puts the coat on over the rather drab pajamas he was stuck wearing]

Much better.

If you're as confused as I am, you might wanna go with "enough to barf."

[Wendy looks from her dark brown suit to Ambrosia's tan one, and nods. She wasn't going to let the fifties cramp her style too much, either.] Nice suit.

Well, I may not be much better.

[ Since, well, she's apt to blow up the house if she cooks. Have fun with that, Marvelous.

...but wait, those clothes look well enough to be considered pirate clothes. So, then, maybe...

Nope. All she finds are skirts, dresses and other froofy clothes. ]

What's th' meanin' of this? Where's me clothes?

Are ye talkin' 'bout alcohol or guns, love? 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout the latter instead of th' former here.

[ She notices the suit she's sporting before shrugging. ] It's not me normal clothes, but I refuse t' wear a dress. Too restrictive, ye know?

See, I'm thinking both. Possibly at the same time.

Not to mention that the dresses they have here? Way too frilly and floofy and all-around Not For Wearing.

Well, I'll give ye tha'. It's certainly fun, at least.

[ ...someone here gets her frustrations. Oh, how she could kiss you right now. But, she won't. ] Ye know, it's great t' find people who get it! Fer me, I'm Captain Ambrosia Gray of th' Bloody Mary. It's a pleasure t' meet ye.

Shootin' it will jus' break it mate. I already tried.

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[oh, Wendy feels the same way. Thank god everyone here isn't a drone.

...captain, huh? Now that's interesting.]

The same to you, Captain Ambrosia. I'm Wendy Watson, and I'm guessing you're not from around here, if your sense of style and very...distinct accent are anything to go by.

[ She doesn't know of the drones quite yet. She's just dismissed them as just people who are too happy. ]

Aye, I'm not. I'm a pirate, love, 'n I'm one of th' best.

[ To her, if you're proud over something, there was no need to hide it. ]

'N I take it tha's bad t' do?

It depends on if you want all these blokes callin' you at all hours of th' night. I was tryin' t' shut th' bloody thing up. Turns out I jus' broke it an' made it worse.

It's very likely your ship and your crew aren't here. I'm in the same proverbial boat myself.

Your ship and crew aren't here, most likely. And if they are -- they might have answered you back by now. [She sounds almost annoyed, but it's only because she's completely bored out of her mind.]

And this stupid town is where people from different worlds are supposedly taken for a good long 'vacation'.

Unless you serve nuclear waste instead of potatoes, I'm sure you'll be fine.

[Notices her frowning at the current selection of attire]

You'll have to deal with that for a while. I did for a while. They'll get itchy, believe you me. But, since I got these in the mail last week, I'm sure yours'll be along eventually.

You certainly seem tough enough for the challenge.

[Wendy blinks. Pirate. Okay.]

So I'm guessing you mean pirate as in the Real Life type of pirate, not waitress at the Pirate Booty, a pirate themed sports bar with scantily clad waitresses, type of pirate. Or the illegal downloads kind of pirate.

You're the guns and rum and swords and ships type of pirate.

Ye may never know.

[ Well, Ambrosia's not going to put up with just girly clothes. So, she just strolls over to Marvelous' side of the closet and picks out a suit. ]

Ye don't mind if I temporarily borrow these, hmm? I assure ye, me true clothes are much better than tha' monstrosity of a wardrobe.

[ ...what.

There's just one kind of pirate where she comes from. ]

Uh, aye. Tha's me - th' guns, rum, swords 'n ships pirate.

Tha' could get annoyin', mate.

[ It seems as if she's considering a thing or two with this. ]

Have ye tried t' rip it from th' wall yet?

Are ye a pirate yerself, love?

Well, back home, we don't have these kind of things. If ye want t' talk t' someone, ye do it face t' face. Nothin' t' it, if ye ask me.

--vacation, eh? Is rum involved?

What, seriously?

And no, rum is definitely not involved.

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