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Ungodly hour as it may be, I risk the question anyway — are you awake? By any chance?

[ With the most abrupt start to a phone-call: ]

—you weren't kidding about the pirate thing, were you. [ Because now she knows that the truth is out there.jpg. ]

I believe you and I have been linked together for a blind date.

Not to belittle the joys of playing Never have I ever via video, how would you feel about actually drinking together in the same bar at some point?

ahoy, matey

I've heard about half-masts and full masts, but I don't actually know what a mast is.

What do either of those things mean, if we're talking ships?

[ acclimation is an ongoing process. no matter how long cassidy's been here, there are always things he hasn't experienced yet and things he'll probably never find normal, no matter how many times he experiences them. the club scene is the latter type. but just because it's strange doesn't mean he avoids it; on the contrary, there's one club in particular at which he's becoming something of a regular, mostly due to the owner's promise of free drinks whenever he stops by.

but that's not the club cassidy finds himself at tonight. the candy bar departs from pandemonium's high ceilings and enchanted atmosphere; everything seems somehow closer together and more personable. in that way, it reminds him a little more of the taverns at home. in every other way, it's just as strange as every other transplant from the future.

the one constant is always the bar, and that's where he heads once he's through the door, dressed casually in a v-neck shirt and jeans. he's even forgone most of his rings, leaving paler bands where they used to be. the one that remains, he twists around his finger as he leans over the bar. there's a woman standing beside him, facing away, who looks comely enough from the back ( and who's hair color bears a striking resemblance to someone else he knows ). he leans in her direction and says, above the din of the music, ] Evening to you. [ and then, something he's learned since being in eudio, ] Come here often?

[It's late: it's Freddie late, which means it's closer to dawn than midnight and the flat's been quiet and dark for a while before he gets in. Quiet and dark. If things are as usual, the pirate's probably tried usurping his bed. Jem's... not in.

Freddie runs his palms across the wall before giving up on finding a lightswitch, and crashes across the main floor of the warehouse in the dark. Sheer providence results in there being an open doorway to greet him.

His room and Jem's share a wall, so if Cassidy is stealing a nap under Freddie's sheets, he'll be well in earshot of the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood that ensues not long after.]

Hello. :)

I recall hearing that you are a pirate and I have a question for you regarding the matter.

Well, the matter of sailing, actually. If you are willing to disclose such information to a queen.

Edited (GOD it was a video not a text post) 2016-08-23 05:15 (UTC)

Captain Hawking, I was hoping for a moment of your time.

[There is a small earthquake underway.

It seems to only be happening in the flat that Cassidy keeps with Freddie Baxter. Specifically, in the bathroom of the flat. Specifically, in the bath. Should anyone want to investigate the crashing noises and the mysterious fact that all the things that once stood around the bath are now in the bath, along with a certain angry addition they might find that the source of this tectonic disturbance is

a) soggy
and
b) completely unable to get out.]

Do you have a job?

[This is about the time you'd see Jamie out on the farm somewhere. Hmm.]

Jamie's indisposed today. Do what you can, and I'll be out to make sure the horses are all right. I'll bring you something to drink.

We've got carol singers at the squat.

[ On Christmas Eve, Cassidy will receive a package containing a bottle of festively spiced rum and a packet of piratey gingerbread men. There's also these, folded neatly at the bottom. The tag attached to the present says, 'Make sure you wear them the next time I see you. For my Captain, from your Majesty.' ]

Edited 2016-12-25 20:56 (UTC)

[Cassidy may have fallen asleep alone, but someone has visited in the night to make sure he doesn't wake up that way.

On the bedside table, three ribboned bottles turn out to contain three different fruity flavoured caribbean cocktails. A coconut cup with a twisty straw and a pack of cocktail umbrellas is also supplied.

Finally, there's a map. Hand drawn, it shows the whole of Eudio laid out in old-fashioned penstrokes, even down to the labelling of places (ye olde dragge clubb). An X marks the warehouse and, at the bottom beside his signature, Freddie has scrawled: How to find your way home.]

Edited 2016-12-26 02:22 (UTC)

Cassidy, do you have a moment to chat?

[ A note is delivered, pushed under Cassidy's door. It's an envelope a fairly elegant one and written on the front it's addressed to 'Captain Hawkins'. Inside the parchment is written with quill and ink. Beneath the envelope sits something wrapped in brown paper.

The text of the letter is perhaps not quite so formal as it might be away from here, and yet there's still something unmistakable of the 18th century about it. This hasn't been penned by a modern man, or by a man that cares for any convention now. ]

Dear Cassidy.

I write this note now in some haste and so I pray you may forgive me for the brevity of the words upon this page. I felt compelled to write to you, my friend, not to simply pass as if the wind changed, or send some small confirmation over the telephone. Though I spoke to you of what was to come, even I could not have anticipated it would come so swiftly. Claire made her decision, and so we must go without pause or time for farewells. But know this, my friend, that our hurried parting has no bearing on either of our feelings for the people we leave behind here.

This city has been a strange and unusual place in a way that I find impossible to measure, and yet amongst the peculiarities I find that it was maybe the strangest of all to have found companionship and familiarity in the form of yourself. I am not able to adequately state what your friendship has meant both for myself and for Claire, in all forms that it has taken, and though I know you have more than a tendency to talk yourself down, I must put it into words now that you are a rare man, Cassidy, and I feel a great joy to have said that I have known you.

The farm is in your care, should we return I do not know, but I trust you will keep the place safe, and the animals too. Fly will want to follow you around I have no doubt, and I know you're good with the horses. Gillie, I give to you. I would entrust him to no other, just as I have entrusted my most precious of loves. Forgive me for bestowing you with such a burden, but I could see it with no other.

Along with this letter I have delivered a small token. My dirk, yours, though I doubt you might be in need of another blade, and my clan pin. You would be welcome at any time within my home. I hope to see you again some day, whether it be that we return here in time to come or I see you upon the shores of Scotland.

With greatest respect and humility,

Your friend,

James Alexander Malcom Mackenzie Fraser.

[ and then, should he turn the note over... there's a key taped to the back of it and a note beside it ]

The key to the wine cellar. Don't drink it all at once. Your rum is in the box on the right when you reach the foot of the stairs.

Why does the flying scotsman want me to tuck you in at night?

[ Jamie isn't sure there's anything in his chest now but guilt and self loathing. Does that mean he's still capable of feeling? Well he doesn't really know. It doesn't seem like feeling, but something else, something emptier.

His world has changed in every way, upside down and torn to shreds. They should have never left this place. Never left their friends and the things they care for. People they care for.

Since being back 5 days ago, Jamie's not told anybody that he's here. He's not spoken to any friends, he's not visited anywhere familiar. It might be the guilt that's held him back, not giving him the permission to be anything that would even resemble himself. He told himself he's here for a purpose, and it's that purpose that 2 nights ago had him in another girl's bed.

If he though he was empty before, he was wrong. But now, now he feels truly hollow. Hollow, and drunk, as it happens. Not unsurprising, it seems a constant state. He hasn't dared to go near the farm, and yet tonight he can't get the thought out of his mind that he needs something that's there. A ring that Claire gave him. The thought of it consumes him.

So the middle of the night in the snow and the dark seems a perfect time to make his way out of the city and towards those haunted old rooms. He doesn't enter like he owns the place, and he supposes he doesn't any more. Just like Lallybroch. He's lost everything. So a side door is tried, and another looking for something that might be open. He makes it inside, though he's hardly as quiet as he might think he is.

Straight away, he heads for the stairs. ]

Guess who.

Need anything from the shop?

Are you at the warehouse? Is Freddie there?

[ please. fuck, please. ]

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