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Tweak says, "it smells like teen spirit, ew"

Anne Bonney (foughtlikeaman) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-01-22 23:23:00

Entry tags:

anne bonney, v

Who: Anne Bonney & V
Where: V's drafty old castle what used to be Captain Teague's drafty old castle
When: Now-ish
Warnings: Probably none

Anne hummed to herself as she bounded up the steps to the castle's east door, it was the one she usually used because it was closest to the driveway, and had probably been the staff entrance once upon a time. Teague had given her keys when he'd been there, because there were quite a few things that made for good displays at the Museum, and just at the moment she was returning both a golf club bag full of swords, and a pair of singing bowls.

The humming turned over to a whistle as she fished out the keys, shifting the bowls to her other arm, the golf bag slung across her back, and by the time she actually got the door open she was singing quietly, it was a shanty, since those were what she knew best, aside from some classic rock, though it was a new one someone had sent her not too long ago. She was completely oblivious to the fact that the castle had a new occupant.

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amaninamask
2011-01-23 07:41 am UTC (link)

The resounding echoes of Herr, Lehre Doch Mich by one Johannes Brahms would have given away the new occupancy of the castle, as it was being played in the library as V was looking through his new acquisitions, making a mental tally of each book he had, and another mental list of the ones he would have to get to complete each collection. Luckily, the latter was fairly short, as most of these sets were complete. He hummed along with the dirge-like song and German lyrics, before his attention was drawn to a faint sound from down the hall. The door had opened. He hopped down from the ladder and, not wearing the Fawkes mask or accompanying wig (And rather, a full-head black spandex mask which covered all his features, including eyes and mouth, and was long enough to cover all the way down to his neck,) and in plain clothes otherwise, he felt rather unprepared for a visitor. He wasn't daunted, however, and simply stepped quietly from the shelves to take a look into the hallway.

	foughtlikeaman 2011-01-23 07:53 am UTC (link)
	She smiled then, offering a hand, "Anne Bonney. Friend of mine used to live here, though he fell off the face of the universe a while ago. Didn't mean to startle you any, just returning a few things I borrowed for the museum I work at. He was a pirate captain, see, like myself, and it's a pirate museum." (Reply to this)

	amaninamask 2011-01-23 09:14 am UTC (link)
	"A bit cracked, was he? Well, good. Heading, milady?" He stepped up beside her to look down at the compass, because the logic of another madman was novel and fun to explore, and to have a heading for a hidden treasure in a vast library such as this was utterly amusing to the masked man. A heading for a catalog. How utterly absurd! He loved it. (Reply to this)

	foughtlikeaman 2011-01-23 05:05 pm UTC (link)
	She rifled through a desk drawer, coming up with a tin of copper book darts, leafing carefully through the catalog and marking the few things that were still at the museum as she answered: "Every woman likes roses, and one who tells you she don't is just bitter because she never got any." (Reply to this)

	foughtlikeaman 2011-01-23 06:19 pm UTC (link)
	She beamed then, "If you think they can survive the Florida weather, I'd be happy to give them a good home, just have a kitchen-herb garden and a couple citrus trees there now." She laughed, shaking her head, "This many decades inland and I still worry about scurvy." (Reply to this)