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Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

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You lay 'em out?

[if you can i want to]

Few of 'em, in fistfights anyway. Ain't as good at swords, but I held my own mostly.

[ She points to her broken nose with a grin ]

Got this off a guy from the fleet. Hell of a fighter, think we both ended up concussed by the end of the fight.

[he squints at that nose]

Please tell me you set that.

[his lighter tone of voice says he's respectful (proud???) of her for kicking ass, though.]

[ She will never admit if she's pleased by that tone.

You'll just have to guess.

~~She kinda is~~ ]

'Course I did.

[ a little inexpertly, because she's more used to having cousins do it with no little roughness, but she did her best and it'll only be a little crooked. ]

[he sighs. pretty heavily.]

Happens again, you let me know. I've got some... experience in that.

[and it also won't be healing you with glowy magic like the evil elves on our ship]

Hey, I've broken my nose before, I can deal with it.

[ she doesn't really sound insulted or even like she's saying no, she just feels like she should protest that she can handle herself before allowing him to help ]

Not sayin' you can't, just... sayin' I've had my share of time to learn.

[he gets it. that defensiveness is what he can see as the child in her.]

[ it certainly is the child in her, the child who felt like she had to prove she could handle things over and over again. ]

Yeah, fair enough. ...Thanks.

... So you said you were training with swords?

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