open } burn the land and boil the sea

[unhand]

♬ I'm On a Boat - The Lonely Island

WHO || Hook and anyone who wants to visit him
WHAT || Catch-all post for Jolly Roger interactions.
WHERE || The Jolly Roger, docked in the Thames
WHEN || ~whenever works~
HOW || idk go with your heart

[Hook's pretty much abandoned his room at the castle now that his home is put back together. He's at the Jolly Roger nearly every day, cleaning, doing minor repairs, or sailing her around just for fun.

If asked nicely, he might give a tour.]

Comments

[bittersweeter]

Like I should probably not torture people into supplying me with free drugs prescribed by a doctor or supplied by a trusted pharmacologist? [ and popping a few pills out of the bag, she tucks it back in her pocket. three go in her mouth, but she holds out the two left in her hand as she swallows. ] Want one?

[ spoilers, it's tic tacs. ]

[undealt]

[(sense motive 15, bitch) He accepts one and holds it up, examining it.] If that's what you do for the drugs, then what do you for the candy? Steal it from infants?

[bittersweeter]

It's a kindness really, children shouldn't have candy. [ DOES SHE STEAL IT FROM BABIES?? look, probably. ]

[undealt]

And you wonder why Wynn hired you. [Saccharine as fuck.]

[bittersweeter]

All of my admirable qualities, I suppose. [ she grew up with cassel, no one can out saccharine that piece of shit. she ain't even fazed. ] So can't you, like, summon hot air or something, to make Milah warm?

[undealt]

Not at the risk of burning the ship down. But she's stronger than your average crocodile. [She's miserable and cold, but it won't really kill her.] And she didn't want to be left behind this time.

[bittersweeter]

Sorry, Milah, if you were human I would make you think you were warm. [ alas, lila has never tested her mind whammy on anyone not human, at least in appearance. ]

[undealt]

[Both crocodile and person look at Lila with the same Stewie Griffin headtilt.] Pardon?

[HE NEVER GOT THIS MEMO.]

[bittersweeter]

I can make people do what I want by touching them. Kind of a tactile hypnosis, if you will. Minus the self-preservation. [ but she has gloves on still because it's cold as hell and she's as much a baby as milah. and old habits die hard. she sounds so nonchalant about dream work. a. because she's getting better at explaining it sans having to explain curse work as a whole and b. because she is actually nonchalant about it, which happens when its something you've been able to do since before you can remember. ] Ten seconds and Milah would think she was sunning on a pink sand beach being brought the crocodile equivilent of a fruit and chicken kebob platter.

[undealt]

[Gold and Milah exchange a look. It's one of those times where you swear they're capable of communicating with each other- they are- but neither of them is saying a word. After a second, Gold shakes it off.] Well, that might certainly come in handy on this adventure.

[CAN YOU TEACH THAT??? He is not too proud to ask. Later though.]

[bittersweeter]

Sure might. [ annnnnd inside time is over. ] Later alligator. In a while, crocodile.

[ see what she did just there? ]