Mouse (to Eep): Hey, want some coffee? You look a bit zombified. Do you have to work today?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Coffee be good. Thanks. Um, what's today? Wednesday? No. I'm off today.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, when we're both a little more awake, do you want to maybe go do something? I just realized that I haven't left the house since Sunday other than to go and harass Vincent & Poppy yesterday.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, sure. Jesus. You're gonna turn into a weird, reclusive cat lady if we're not careful.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Have you noticed that the kittens seem to be a bit more aware then most kittens?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, yeah... I was trying to ignore that.
Mouse (to Eep): We're going to be surrounded by super cats, aren't we? We may want to abandon the apartment & run away now while we still can.:-P
Eep (to Mouse): Knowing our luck? Probably. I think the only logical course of action is to move out of the state. Probably out of the country.
Mouse (to Eep): My thoughts exactly... Europe?
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Sure. Or Canada. Should be nice this time of the year, right? From the way he's glaring at me, I don't think Otto appreciates the escape plan.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, sometimes he doesn't get humor... Have you come up with names for the kittens, yet?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No names yet. Have you thought of anything? I wasn't sure if Otto'd be insulted if we named his kids or not.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he hasn't told me what he wants to call them, so I figured we could... The little gray boy I was thinking should be Max.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Max? I like it. Why Max?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know he reminds of the little blue meanie from the yellow submarine.
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! That's... disturbingly accurate.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, I'm glad you like it... Wanna go for a walk & get some ice cream or something?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Ice cream sounds really damn good right about now. So. Uh... the "pirate" thing. You still wanna do it with Vincent?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, yes I think I do, if it's okay with you? At the moment, I can't seem to behave properly at a normal job on this side.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm still not crazy about it, but if it's something you wanna do, I'll support you.
Mouse (to Eep): I wouldn't want you any other way... And, I promise this is just temporary, until I feel like I can go back to deejaying.
Eep (to Mouse): I know Vincent doesn't want anything to happen to you either, and he really is more like a ridiculously dressed delivery boy... Fair warning though, I'm gonna worry and I'm gonna pout and be a huge pain in your ass.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, he's actually not that bad when it's just the two of us... Of course, I have a feeling Poppy will be joining us.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I didn't think it'd be forever. I mean, you're going to be sharing tight quarters with Vincent. That can get old fast. Course, you did live with him, so maybe you have a higher threshold for him than I do. Heh. I already know you have a higher threshold for me than he does.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I think they're seeing each other, but neither of them will admit... It's kind of odd & cute in a way.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think so. Those two are so... Uh. So, Poppy and Vincent.
Mouse (to Eep): I suppose, but it's just funny.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, it's definitely odd. It's THEM. Though, with their history I guess I can understand them not wanting to say anything.
Mouse (to Eep): So, strange question... Are you going to be crewing with us?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I didn't say it wasn't funny. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, would it make you feel better if you were with us or will you be fine when we go on a run?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, I hadn't really thought about it. I'm not really any good at doing anything on the ship except reading the maps. Well, I feel better when I'm there, that's for damn sure, but I don't wanna get in the way.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think you get in the way, plus you're good at navigating... but, you'll probably have to take it up with the Captain. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Oh God... I'm not sure if I wanna do that. God only knows what it'll entail.
Mouse (to Eep): Sooo... how do you like living with me? I mean, now that it's not temporary. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. I, um, I like it. Uh...is everything OK for you? I mean, are you, uh... Do you like living with me still?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... I was hoping you hated it... heehee. I'm just kidding. I actually really like living with you.
Several hours later:
Percy: I need a dessert. Hmmm... Something not too filling, fruity with ladyfingers... Well, speak of the devil. (to Vincent) Oh hi there, Vincent.
Vincent (to Percy): Hi, hun. Should you be out in the rain? You might short something. Or melt. Which is it again?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh you! I have good news, honey. We're not mad at each other anymore. I've forgiven you.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh good. I was losing sleep over it. What's prompted this change in heart?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh, you're funny, honey. I'm sorry for acting like such a harpy. There I said it. Now, let's go get a drink & look at boys.
Vincent (to Percy): What are you after, Percy?
Percy (to Vincent): Honey, you don't seem to understand what just happened here... I've never apologized to anyone without a court order.
Vincent (to Percy): And I appreciate it, hun. I sincerely do, but you certainly can't blame me for being a bit dubious.
Percy (to Vincent): Look, honey, I got tired of not knowing how to act around you. Do I like you? Do I hate you? Do I have an outrageous accent?
Vincent (to Percy): Oh. Well, I can say with certainty that you didn't spontaneously spring an accent. And, provided you have no ulterior motives I'm not opposed to getting a drink with you sometime.
Percy (to Vincent): No time like the present, honey, my treat.
Vincent (to Percy): Well, alright then, hun. Lead the way.
Percy (to Vincent): How about the Frog & Toad, honey? They've got guinness on tap.
Vincent (to Percy): I certainly can't object to that.
Thirty minutes later:
Percy (to Vincent): Wow, honey, you really downed that beer. Am I making you nervous?
Vincent (to Percy): A tad, hun. You're acting oddly, and not because you apologized. Is there something you want to tell me?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh well, you're right, honey, I did have a bit of an ulterior motive for asking you here... Let me grab you another beer.
Vincent (to Percy): Thanks, hun. What's going on?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I need you to tell Poppy something that I know she's not going to be happy about...
Vincent (to Percy): Oh shit.
Percy (to Vincent): I'm sorry honey, but I figured she might take it better coming from you...
Vincent (to Percy): No doubt. Now would be a great time to buy me another beer, hun.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey, how was your night? I was just about to head to bed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I, uh, I have some bad news. Do you want a drink?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh. If is this the kind of bad news where you think I need a drink, I should probably not have one right this second, then. But, you may want to prepare one for me for afterwards.... uh, I'm afraid to ask what it is.
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish there was some easier way to say this. I ran into Percy this evening. It's your brother, Bernard, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What happened? Is he alright?
Vincent (to Poppy): There was a prison break at Newgate. Bernard's battalion was called to help contain the riot, and... He's alive, but he was badly injured. He's being treated at St. Mary's. And, um, apparently, Markus escaped. I'm so sorry, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god... I've got to get to the hospital... and then, I've got to find Markus. Shoot. Thank you for telling me, honey... where'd I put my damn shoes?
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy. Poppy. Calm down. Sit down, hun. There's nothing you can do right this second. It's the middle of the night.
Poppy (to Vincent): But Molly, Bernard's wife, is probably scared out of her wits with worry & she's pregnant... I need to go. Oh god, this is terrible... I can't lose another brother.
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, sweetie. I know. Calm down. Let's figure this out, OK? Do you know where your sister-in-law will be?
Poppy (to Vincent): She'll either be at the hospital with Bernard or at their house in Pleasant Street. It's right outside the Tombs.
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't know that the hospital will let you in if she's there, but we can check her house. Oh God. I am drunk. Fucking Percy...
Poppy (to Vincent): What? Why wouldn't they let me in, I'm his sister? ... Honey, I don't expect you to have to deal with this stuff. You stay, sober up & relax. I'll be back as quick as I can.
Vincent (to Poppy): Sweetie, I'm not going to make you do this alone.
Poppy (to Vincent): That's very sweet of you, but you're in no condition to come along, honey, and I'm going to have to move fast if I want to do all of the things I need to do & no offense, but in your present state you're going to slow me down.
Vincent (to Poppy): You act like this is the first run I've ever done inebriated, hun. I mean, I... Poppy? That's not my... That's my fucking car. Yep. Keys are gone. Poppy Meriwether, you sneaky, light fingered little...
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, I'll be back as soon as I can.
Vincent (to Poppy): You could have just fucking asked, woman! Ooo. I am so fucking irritated right now!
Poppy (to Vincent): You would have been arguing with me all night & you know where that always leads us, honey... and there's no time for that. I've got to get to Markus before he leaves the city.
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I could have damn well been trusted not to try and get in your pants under the circumstances. And now you're going to confront your brother, your DANGEROUS brother, without any kind of help or back up. That's a much better plan.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I don't need help to deal with Markus... He's always relied on his good looks to get him out of trouble. Look, can you yell at me when I get back, honey? I've just arrived at the Old Piedmont... I do really appreciate the offer to be my shining knight, but trust me I can handle it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I wasn't... Fine. FINE. Just be careful.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will, I promise... I uh, oh... nevermind... Crossing over now, honey.
Vincent: Well, isn't this just a peachy way to end the fucking evening?
Ripper (to Vincent): What's wrong, Captain?
Vincent (to Ripper): Poppy! She drove off in my car, is now flying off in my ship, and I'm stuck here pacing the apartment completely irritated! And fucking drunk, because her fucking automaton counterpart thinks alcohol is the best way to break bad news to someone. Ooo!
Ripper (to Vincent): Holy shit! Wait... What!?! Why would she do that? Uh... Is there anything I can do to help?
Vincent (to Ripper): One of her brothers was injured in a prison riot, and one of her other brothers was apparently involved. She wants to find him, and didn't want me "slowing her down," so she palmed my keys when I wasn't looking and slipped out. I know I have no one to blame but myself for playing the mimbo card for so damn long, but I swear to sweet baby Jesus... I am NOT as incompetent as y'all seem to think I am! I would have gone and gotten myself killed by now if I was.
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm sorry she left you behind... I don't think anyone thinks you're incompetent, you've proven several times that you're quite capable. I can understand your being upset, but I get the impression that Poppy can take care of herself. She'll probably be back before you know it. And, if she isn't, we can go find her.
Vincent (to Ripper): I'm sorry, Professor. I don't mean to rage all over you. I'm just... I'm drunk and pissed off. I think I covered that already. No. No. You're right. I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm just... Angry? Worried? Wounded in my professional pride? I don't know! I suppose the question now is whether I try to calm down enough to get to sleep or just continue drinking.
Ripper (to Vincent): Hmmm, you know, Captain, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you sounded like a worried concerned boyfriend...
Vincent (to Ripper): Yes, yes, yes. You, Mouse, Eep... Y'all can keep telling me that all you want; it doesn't make it true. Well, shit. All I have in the apartment is Jack Daniel's or Captain Birdie's Pirate Adventure Rum.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh god, don't drink that Captain Birdie stuff. It'll make you go blind.
Vincent (to Ripper): Ugh. Not to mention it's completely unpalatable. TRUST ME. No, no. I'm not desperate enough for either of these options.
Ripper (to Vincent): Hell, you should probably drink some water, calm down & get some sleep. You know, in case, you need to crossover...
Vincent (to Ripper): You're right, Professor. Thanks. I'll see what I can do about sleep. G'night.
Ripper (to Vincent): Look, don't worry, she'll be okay & I promise that if you need to crossover, I can get our hands on a ride. Good night.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Coffee be good. Thanks. Um, what's today? Wednesday? No. I'm off today.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, when we're both a little more awake, do you want to maybe go do something? I just realized that I haven't left the house since Sunday other than to go and harass Vincent & Poppy yesterday.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, sure. Jesus. You're gonna turn into a weird, reclusive cat lady if we're not careful.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... Have you noticed that the kittens seem to be a bit more aware then most kittens?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, yeah... I was trying to ignore that.
Mouse (to Eep): We're going to be surrounded by super cats, aren't we? We may want to abandon the apartment & run away now while we still can.:-P
Eep (to Mouse): Knowing our luck? Probably. I think the only logical course of action is to move out of the state. Probably out of the country.
Mouse (to Eep): My thoughts exactly... Europe?
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Sure. Or Canada. Should be nice this time of the year, right? From the way he's glaring at me, I don't think Otto appreciates the escape plan.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, sometimes he doesn't get humor... Have you come up with names for the kittens, yet?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No names yet. Have you thought of anything? I wasn't sure if Otto'd be insulted if we named his kids or not.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he hasn't told me what he wants to call them, so I figured we could... The little gray boy I was thinking should be Max.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Max? I like it. Why Max?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know he reminds of the little blue meanie from the yellow submarine.
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! That's... disturbingly accurate.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, I'm glad you like it... Wanna go for a walk & get some ice cream or something?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Ice cream sounds really damn good right about now. So. Uh... the "pirate" thing. You still wanna do it with Vincent?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, yes I think I do, if it's okay with you? At the moment, I can't seem to behave properly at a normal job on this side.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm still not crazy about it, but if it's something you wanna do, I'll support you.
Mouse (to Eep): I wouldn't want you any other way... And, I promise this is just temporary, until I feel like I can go back to deejaying.
Eep (to Mouse): I know Vincent doesn't want anything to happen to you either, and he really is more like a ridiculously dressed delivery boy... Fair warning though, I'm gonna worry and I'm gonna pout and be a huge pain in your ass.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, he's actually not that bad when it's just the two of us... Of course, I have a feeling Poppy will be joining us.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I didn't think it'd be forever. I mean, you're going to be sharing tight quarters with Vincent. That can get old fast. Course, you did live with him, so maybe you have a higher threshold for him than I do. Heh. I already know you have a higher threshold for me than he does.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I think they're seeing each other, but neither of them will admit... It's kind of odd & cute in a way.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think so. Those two are so... Uh. So, Poppy and Vincent.
Mouse (to Eep): I suppose, but it's just funny.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, it's definitely odd. It's THEM. Though, with their history I guess I can understand them not wanting to say anything.
Mouse (to Eep): So, strange question... Are you going to be crewing with us?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I didn't say it wasn't funny. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, would it make you feel better if you were with us or will you be fine when we go on a run?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, I hadn't really thought about it. I'm not really any good at doing anything on the ship except reading the maps. Well, I feel better when I'm there, that's for damn sure, but I don't wanna get in the way.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think you get in the way, plus you're good at navigating... but, you'll probably have to take it up with the Captain. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Oh God... I'm not sure if I wanna do that. God only knows what it'll entail.
Mouse (to Eep): Sooo... how do you like living with me? I mean, now that it's not temporary. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. I, um, I like it. Uh...is everything OK for you? I mean, are you, uh... Do you like living with me still?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... I was hoping you hated it... heehee. I'm just kidding. I actually really like living with you.
Several hours later:
Percy: I need a dessert. Hmmm... Something not too filling, fruity with ladyfingers... Well, speak of the devil. (to Vincent) Oh hi there, Vincent.
Vincent (to Percy): Hi, hun. Should you be out in the rain? You might short something. Or melt. Which is it again?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh you! I have good news, honey. We're not mad at each other anymore. I've forgiven you.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh good. I was losing sleep over it. What's prompted this change in heart?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh, you're funny, honey. I'm sorry for acting like such a harpy. There I said it. Now, let's go get a drink & look at boys.
Vincent (to Percy): What are you after, Percy?
Percy (to Vincent): Honey, you don't seem to understand what just happened here... I've never apologized to anyone without a court order.
Vincent (to Percy): And I appreciate it, hun. I sincerely do, but you certainly can't blame me for being a bit dubious.
Percy (to Vincent): Look, honey, I got tired of not knowing how to act around you. Do I like you? Do I hate you? Do I have an outrageous accent?
Vincent (to Percy): Oh. Well, I can say with certainty that you didn't spontaneously spring an accent. And, provided you have no ulterior motives I'm not opposed to getting a drink with you sometime.
Percy (to Vincent): No time like the present, honey, my treat.
Vincent (to Percy): Well, alright then, hun. Lead the way.
Percy (to Vincent): How about the Frog & Toad, honey? They've got guinness on tap.
Vincent (to Percy): I certainly can't object to that.
Thirty minutes later:
Percy (to Vincent): Wow, honey, you really downed that beer. Am I making you nervous?
Vincent (to Percy): A tad, hun. You're acting oddly, and not because you apologized. Is there something you want to tell me?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh well, you're right, honey, I did have a bit of an ulterior motive for asking you here... Let me grab you another beer.
Vincent (to Percy): Thanks, hun. What's going on?
Percy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I need you to tell Poppy something that I know she's not going to be happy about...
Vincent (to Percy): Oh shit.
Percy (to Vincent): I'm sorry honey, but I figured she might take it better coming from you...
Vincent (to Percy): No doubt. Now would be a great time to buy me another beer, hun.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey, how was your night? I was just about to head to bed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I, uh, I have some bad news. Do you want a drink?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh. If is this the kind of bad news where you think I need a drink, I should probably not have one right this second, then. But, you may want to prepare one for me for afterwards.... uh, I'm afraid to ask what it is.
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish there was some easier way to say this. I ran into Percy this evening. It's your brother, Bernard, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What happened? Is he alright?
Vincent (to Poppy): There was a prison break at Newgate. Bernard's battalion was called to help contain the riot, and... He's alive, but he was badly injured. He's being treated at St. Mary's. And, um, apparently, Markus escaped. I'm so sorry, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god... I've got to get to the hospital... and then, I've got to find Markus. Shoot. Thank you for telling me, honey... where'd I put my damn shoes?
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy. Poppy. Calm down. Sit down, hun. There's nothing you can do right this second. It's the middle of the night.
Poppy (to Vincent): But Molly, Bernard's wife, is probably scared out of her wits with worry & she's pregnant... I need to go. Oh god, this is terrible... I can't lose another brother.
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, sweetie. I know. Calm down. Let's figure this out, OK? Do you know where your sister-in-law will be?
Poppy (to Vincent): She'll either be at the hospital with Bernard or at their house in Pleasant Street. It's right outside the Tombs.
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't know that the hospital will let you in if she's there, but we can check her house. Oh God. I am drunk. Fucking Percy...
Poppy (to Vincent): What? Why wouldn't they let me in, I'm his sister? ... Honey, I don't expect you to have to deal with this stuff. You stay, sober up & relax. I'll be back as quick as I can.
Vincent (to Poppy): Sweetie, I'm not going to make you do this alone.
Poppy (to Vincent): That's very sweet of you, but you're in no condition to come along, honey, and I'm going to have to move fast if I want to do all of the things I need to do & no offense, but in your present state you're going to slow me down.
Vincent (to Poppy): You act like this is the first run I've ever done inebriated, hun. I mean, I... Poppy? That's not my... That's my fucking car. Yep. Keys are gone. Poppy Meriwether, you sneaky, light fingered little...
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, I'll be back as soon as I can.
Vincent (to Poppy): You could have just fucking asked, woman! Ooo. I am so fucking irritated right now!
Poppy (to Vincent): You would have been arguing with me all night & you know where that always leads us, honey... and there's no time for that. I've got to get to Markus before he leaves the city.
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I could have damn well been trusted not to try and get in your pants under the circumstances. And now you're going to confront your brother, your DANGEROUS brother, without any kind of help or back up. That's a much better plan.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I don't need help to deal with Markus... He's always relied on his good looks to get him out of trouble. Look, can you yell at me when I get back, honey? I've just arrived at the Old Piedmont... I do really appreciate the offer to be my shining knight, but trust me I can handle it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I wasn't... Fine. FINE. Just be careful.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will, I promise... I uh, oh... nevermind... Crossing over now, honey.
Vincent: Well, isn't this just a peachy way to end the fucking evening?
Ripper (to Vincent): What's wrong, Captain?
Vincent (to Ripper): Poppy! She drove off in my car, is now flying off in my ship, and I'm stuck here pacing the apartment completely irritated! And fucking drunk, because her fucking automaton counterpart thinks alcohol is the best way to break bad news to someone. Ooo!
Ripper (to Vincent): Holy shit! Wait... What!?! Why would she do that? Uh... Is there anything I can do to help?
Vincent (to Ripper): One of her brothers was injured in a prison riot, and one of her other brothers was apparently involved. She wants to find him, and didn't want me "slowing her down," so she palmed my keys when I wasn't looking and slipped out. I know I have no one to blame but myself for playing the mimbo card for so damn long, but I swear to sweet baby Jesus... I am NOT as incompetent as y'all seem to think I am! I would have gone and gotten myself killed by now if I was.
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm sorry she left you behind... I don't think anyone thinks you're incompetent, you've proven several times that you're quite capable. I can understand your being upset, but I get the impression that Poppy can take care of herself. She'll probably be back before you know it. And, if she isn't, we can go find her.
Vincent (to Ripper): I'm sorry, Professor. I don't mean to rage all over you. I'm just... I'm drunk and pissed off. I think I covered that already. No. No. You're right. I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm just... Angry? Worried? Wounded in my professional pride? I don't know! I suppose the question now is whether I try to calm down enough to get to sleep or just continue drinking.
Ripper (to Vincent): Hmmm, you know, Captain, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you sounded like a worried concerned boyfriend...
Vincent (to Ripper): Yes, yes, yes. You, Mouse, Eep... Y'all can keep telling me that all you want; it doesn't make it true. Well, shit. All I have in the apartment is Jack Daniel's or Captain Birdie's Pirate Adventure Rum.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh god, don't drink that Captain Birdie stuff. It'll make you go blind.
Vincent (to Ripper): Ugh. Not to mention it's completely unpalatable. TRUST ME. No, no. I'm not desperate enough for either of these options.
Ripper (to Vincent): Hell, you should probably drink some water, calm down & get some sleep. You know, in case, you need to crossover...
Vincent (to Ripper): You're right, Professor. Thanks. I'll see what I can do about sleep. G'night.
Ripper (to Vincent): Look, don't worry, she'll be okay & I promise that if you need to crossover, I can get our hands on a ride. Good night.
