abidinglaw | [voice] it had been strange, even in a dream

[While over the past few days the draft has been threatening the lives of cast-mates and strangers and acquaintances alike Admiral Norrington has been fighting a battle of his own. He chose the evening of the fourth to investigate the purpose of that odd little bump on his wall. Flick.

At once he murmured a quick curse to himself and spun around. All alone in his apartment he stepped back and drew his sword. There was no-one at the door, of course, no army of pranksters could have simultaneously lit up each and every one of the candles on all the tables and counters in the room. The light was coming from above. He narrowed his eyes at the brilliant bulb and tentatively flicked the light-switch back with the tip of his blade. Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light.

It was quite enough excitement for one evening.

On the morning of the fifth he tried all of the lights in his apartment, and then a few on the landing outside. Buoyed by his success, he then investigated the electrical devices in his residence and the kitchen beyond - strange boxes with nobs and things which he had ignored up until now. Unlike the light these made horrendous droning noises, or else they glowed in unearthly shades of red and gave off uncanny amounts of heat. He aborted his efforts for fear of them.

Today he sits at a table in the kitchen and opens his journal.]

Might I request that someone explain by what force the light above my head is being generated? And, since I hardly believe that mine are the only quarters to be granted them, what on earth is the function of all of these peculiar boxes?

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[Just as well, then, that he has already been informed of the truth of the matter.]

You mock me.

Just a little bit?

[ well now she kind of feels bad. ...not that bad, though. ]

For the record, my sister isn't exactly the most reliable teacher of food-related stuff on the planet. [ because in dawn's mind, who DOESN'T know she's buffy's sister. ]

[Well, Norrington for one. As such he's having trouble understanding where exactly that came from.]

I shall keep that in mind. Did she... teach you, perhaps?

[Is warning him away from herself in a roundabout sort of way?]

I'm approximately five times the cook Buffy is. [ says the girl who thinks putting frosting and crumbled up oreos on top of kettlecorn is haute cuisine, sit down littlest summers. ] I'm just saying, if you take her cooking advice expect fire and/or broken teeth.

[He should have known the moment that he felt that sensation of trying to put a jigsaw together with only 30% of the pieces. This girl and Buffy, sisters.]

Then it is well that I have not yet sampled the cuisine at Good Spirits. Excuse me, what is your name?

I don't think she actually cooks there. And her drinks are good, not that she'll let me try any. [ GDI, BUFFY, SHE'S LEGAL IN EUROPE. ] And it's Dawn.

Ridiculous. The sun is but a few hours past its zenith.

[ brb cracking up. ]

No, my name is Dawn.

Ah. I see.

[And, like her sister, she can make him feel foolish without even trying. Buffy? Dawn? What was their mother thinking?]

Now that I think on it, the similarities between your sister and yourself are quite striking.

[ it least it's not pilot inspektor? or apple. or jermajesty. or denim. ]

I'm the nice one. [ ...kind of. ]

So I gather.

I'm also the one who can cook. [ AHAHAHAHA no she isn't. ]

Then it appears that I am altogether accepting the aid of the inferior sister.

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Shh, you.

The prosecution calls to the stand the Great Spaghetti Disaster of That Summer When I Was Twelve.

Those noodles were just al dente. I don't care what the dentist said when they were trying to fix mom's broken tooth.

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Those noodles possibly violated the Geneva convention. Or maybe concealed weapon laws.

Anyway -- I've improved. Just the other day I made a nice curry. A whole curry. All by myself. And it was totally edible and everything.

[ that or jack sparrow was humouring her. could go either way on this one. ]

Mmm-hmmm. [ sometimes the best trolling needs no words. ]

[ a huff.

well? if she can't beat the troll, she might as well join her: ] Do be gentle with the nice Admiral, Dawnie. He's not used to our landlubbery ways.

Oooh, an admiral? Fancy.

[ fleeeeeeeeee, norrington. ]

Fancy in a pirate-hunting way, yep.

[ there's your clue, dawnie. run with it, small troll girl! ]

But not a pirate catching way? [ butter would not MELT. also, dawn is team jack forever. ]

Nope -- at least that's what the rumour mill's been producing. A lot of no.

Ouch. Well, Jack is... Jack. He's very sneaky.

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