Percy (to Ripper): Well, hello there Professor. Those are some very intriguing pajama pants you have on.
Ripper (to Percy): Oh... Percy... What are you doing here?
Percy (to Ripper): Making coffee for Wanda & I. That's about all I know how to make.
Ripper (to Percy): Heh. Fair enough... I was about to make sausage & eggs for Robert and myself, so I can make more, if you like.
Percy (to Ripper): Oh... that would be nice. Thanks, honey. I think I can make toast.
Ripper (to Percy): No, no... that's okay. Don't touch anything. Just sit here & wait for the coffee.
Percy (to Ripper): Okay, I'll sit here quietly... like a little mouse...
Wanda (to Ripper): Morning, Ripper. Hee hee. It's like a morning after convention in here.
Ripper (to Wanda): Good morning, Wanda. I'm making some breakfast. You want some? Percy made coffee.
Percy (to Ripper): Don't balk at my coffee making ability... It may be the only thing I can cook, but I do it well or so I've been told. (to Wanda) Good morning, pretty lady. I hope you don't mind that I'm still here...
Wanda (to Ripper): Yes to both coffee and breakfast, please! (to Percy) No way. Actually, I'm glad, because I wanted to ask you something, and I thought last night might have been a bad time.
Ripper (to Wanda): Will do! (to Percy) Grab Wanda a mug of coffee, would you?
Percy (to Ripper): Oh yes, of course... (to Wanda) Oh, sure... Here's your coffee. Is this a private conversation, should we go somewhere else?
Wanda (to Percy): No. Wait. Yes. Maybe. Possibly. Let's go on the porch. (to Ripper) 'Scuse us for a sec, Ripper.
Ripper (to Wanda): Sure... I'll make up a plate for you & put it in the oven to stay warm, if you're not back by the time it's done.
Percy (to Wanda): What's wrong, honey? Is this the brush off?
Wanda (to Percy): Huh? Oh no! I had a blast last night. Seriously. I mean, obviously. I'm just curious about something. You totally don't have to answer if you don't wanna. Or you can't or something, but I'm DYING to know. How come Poppy has an android brother?
Percy (to Wanda): Huh? Umm, why would you ask that? I mean, I know I'm a little rusty... but an android... that's just... wow.
Wanda (to Percy): Oh no! Is android the wrong term? Is it supposed to be like bio-mechanical unit or something?
Percy (to Wanda): Oh ... It's a very long story... We're generally referred to as automatons... I'm not going to lie to you, Wanda. I like you, but I'm not sure how much I can actually tell you.
Wanda (to Percy): Oh. Well, that's a little disappointing, I'll admit, 'cause, I mean, c'mon dude. ROBOT. It's kinda awesome.
Percy (to Wanda): Do I even want to know how you figure it out? I hope you're not too mad at me, honey.
Wanda (to Percy): Ha ha ha! Um, Percy... I hate to tell you this, but it's kinda obvious. Most dudes don't have a "vibration" setting. I'm not mad. Why would I be? We had a fun little fling together. Life stories kinda not required, you know?
Percy (to Wanda): Oh, right. I had forgotten that very important little detail... I guess I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself... I'd never been with a woman before. Well, I'm glad you're not mad & I did have fun... I guess I should head out.
Wanda (to Percy): REALLY? I was your first girl? Om emm gee! That's totes ADORABLE. Oh. Hee hee. Sorry. Don't worry. I had a great time. And you're more than welcome to stay for breakfast if you wanna. I'm not kicking you out.
Percy (to Wanda): Oh? I wasn't sure... Wow... Bravo, madam, you have actually managed to fluster me... I'm speechless. My last, well, and only boyfriend was quite upset when I told him my secret.
Wanda (to Percy): Really? That's lousy! I mean, I guess it would be overwhelming for some people. But, you're SO not the weirdest guy I've ever been with.
Percy (to Wanda): Well, you are one of a kind, Wanda. Thank you.
Wanda (to Percy): That's what they keep telling me. And probably why my dad had a vasectomy right after I was born. Ha!
Percy (to Wanda): And well, if I didn't have to be somewhere this evening, I might ask you out on a real date... if you were interested?
Wanda (to Percy): Ooo! I would LOVE to go on a real date. How about tomorrow night, instead?
Percy (to Wanda): Tomorrow night would be perfect... I should really go, Poppy's going to kill me if I'm late.
Wanda (to Percy): Sure thing, cute stuff!
Percy (to Wanda): I'll see you then, pretty lady.
A short time later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, honey. Coffee's made. Rough night at work?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Thanks, hun. It's that obvious, is it?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, you look handsome as always, but you have that grumpy look on your face... What happened? Customers being jerks?
Vincent (to Poppy): No, actually. Just the opposite, actually. Apparently, the Divine Hope Chapel had some kind of protest or rally last night. A bunch of the students and regulars were asking about it. No one was angry or cruel, but it did get a bit exhausting.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry... So, I guess you want to stay here & sleep, huh? I'm sure Percy & I can come up with our own ride to the party... worse case, we'll take the Clementine ourselves.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? No, of course not, hun. I'm fine. I slept enough. God knows I've flown the Falcon in FAR worse shape than this. You, uh, you REALLY don't want me going on this mission with you, do you?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt, honey... and I didn't want you to see our routine, because I was a bit embarrassed about it. But, Wanda told me you were there, last night.
Vincent (to Poppy): I did. My sister gave me a call, and I needed a break from the bar. I'm sorry it was uncomfortable for you, hun... But, from a purely selfish, self-centered point of view... Holy shit!
Poppy (to Vincent): What? You liked it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I'm afraid I did, hun. It was quite... Well, let's say I had to pace around the club a few times before I headed back in. You looked amazing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey. Well, I'm sure Percy will be quite complimented, he came up with the routine... said he got the idea from something you said when you first met. Something about wincest? I have no idea what that meant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Oh my God...
Poppy (to Vincent): So, I take it you know what he was referring to, honey? ... You know what, don't tell me. I think I would rather live in ignorant bliss in this particular instance.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I think it's for the best, hun. Though, if I truly were the inspiration for that routine... I believe my good deed for the year is done.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm glad you're enjoying this, honey... I'm going to finish getting ready.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Knock, knock... Anyone home? I hope you're all decent... well, no not really, but you know what I mean.
Poppy (to Percy): Hey Percy, I'm just about done getting ready. Vincent is in the kitchen.
Percy (to Poppy): You already look stunning, Poppy my pet... Don't mess with perfection.
Poppy (to Percy): Umm, are you on drugs? Wait... No... I don't want to know.
Percy (to Vincent): Hello handsome... It's a beautiful day outside, isn't it? Excited about getting to do spy stuff today?
Vincent (to Percy): Um. Are you feeling OK? Did you get some files corrupted somewhere?
Percy (to Vincent): No, I'm just in a really good mood... I had a wonderful night and I have a date tomorrow.
Vincent (to Percy): You have... a date? Well, that's good news then, hun. I'm guessing your burlesque routine was a hit, then.
Percy (to Vincent): I should say so... AND, she doesn't care that I'm an automaton.
Vincent (to Percy): Wait. You have a date with a SHE? A she who knows you're an automaton?! Good heavens!
Percy (to Vincent): Yes, isn't it fantastic? Apparently, honesty is the best policy, honey. Who knew? And well, if you can like boys and girls, I don't see why I can't. Besides, I shouldn't have to be bogged down by human sexuality... and I'm my own person now. And, to be fair, she did guess & I didn't have the heart to lie to her.
Vincent (to Percy): I certainly can't argue with any of that, hun. Good for you, Percy. I'm happy for you.
Percy (to Vincent): Thank you... So now, maybe, you should move on too, honey?
Vincent (to Percy): Mmmm. Thanks for the thought, Percy, but I promise you, I'm over it. I don't lay awake at night pining for us.
Percy (to Vincent): That's not what I meant, honey... Are you ready to go on the mission? What on earth is taking Poppy so long?
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Sorry, fellas... I was having a girl moment & couldn't decided what weapon to bring.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Only you, hun... (to Poppy & Percy) OK, since I'm only the transportation for you lovelies, I should be all set.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Well, then let us go. Shall we?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do I even want to know why Percy is in such a good mood?
Vincent (to Poppy): Apparently, he has a date tomorrow night with a lass he impressed at the club last night. One who knows he's an automaton. Hee hee. I'm afraid I may have inspired your clockwork counterpart to give bisexuality a try, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What? But, the only person who he was paying any attention to at the club, was Wanda. I can't even begin to wrap my head around all of this... If we didn't have this mission, I would totally have a drink.
Vincent (to Poppy): WANDA?! (to Percy) Percy! Is your mystery date Wanda?
Percy (to Vincent): She's not a mystery... Did I not mention that it was Wanda?
Vincent (to Percy): No. Strangely, you left that little tidbit out. Well. Wanda... My goodness. Aren't we the incestuous bunch?
Percy (to Vincent): What? We used to flirt with each other before you & I dated, honey. Besides, it's very common in tight knit groups... You didn't seem that shocked about Jacob & Robert.
Vincent (to Percy): Hee hee. That's because it's Robert, and the Professor is totes his type. I'm just teasing, Percy. Wanda's a lovely person. :-P
Percy (to Vincent): Well, I'll forgive you this time, I suppose.
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Wow... Was this what it was like when you guys dated?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no. This is us behaving, I'm afraid. There was MUCH more snark and a lot more one-ups-man-ship when we were together.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, I was afraid you were going to say that.
A couple hours later:
Percy (to Vincent): Alright, duty calls. Honey, here are the coordinates for the rendezvous where we meet up with our third member. (to Poppy) Poppy, can you make sure we have everything we need for Miss Warren?
Vincent (to Percy): OK lady and gent. We should be landing in 10 minutes or so.
Poppy (to Percy): Sure, Bossy McGee... (to Vincent) Thank you, Captain. :-)
Percy (to Poppy): Once we land, we'll be traveling via coach, so I'll load the luggage and you can say your goodbyes... if you like. (to Vincent) We should be back at the rendezvous point in no more than 5 hours, if something has gone wrong & we're not back by then take this envelope to the address in New London that's written on it to the gentleman that answers the door.
Poppy (to Percy): You are too kind, Percy...
Vincent (to Poppy & Percy): Right. Be careful, and watch each other's back!
Percy (to Vincent): Of course... I promise I'll make sure Poppy comes back in one piece.
Vincent (to Poppy): So... I'll see you in five hours, right, hun? In one piece, safe and whole?
Poppy (to Vincent): That is the plan, honey... Um, when you're done landing the ship, could I talk to you in private for a minute?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Of course. I'm touching down now. I can meet you in the cabin in a few.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... okay.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Sorry to keep you waiting, hun. What's wrong?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh nothing's wrong... I just wanted to say goodbye in private & tell you that this is going to be my last mission for ISS. I've been doing a lot of thinking and well, until recently I didn't really have a reason to worry about whether I made it back or not, but I kinda do now & I guess my heart just isn't in it, anymore.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, as cool as it is to have a super spy roommate, I'll admit I'm, um, kind of glad to hear that... Am I the reason you have to worry about making it back?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... no... maybe... yes?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Come here, hun...
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay...
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Ahem... I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to get going.
Vincent (to Percy): Hun, your timing sucks.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry. honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): We'll pick up where we left off in 5 hours, so hurry up. And if you need me...
Poppy (to Vincent): I know where you are... I uh, nevermind. I'll see you soon, honey. (to Percy) Come on, let's go...
Four hours later:
Vincent: Good heavens. I think I need a drink.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, if it isn't the tiniest pirate... What brings you in this neck of the woods, me boyo?
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh! Hello, Captain O'Malley. Nothing interesting I'm afraid. I'm just in search of a drink.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, come sit down here with us. We've got plenty to spare. Besides, if I recall, I owe you a drink or two.
Vincent (to Miranda): That's a kind offer, Captain, but I'm afraid I can't stay long. I have an appointment to keep in a few.
Miranda (to Vincent): No, no... I insist. I don't much like owing people. And, you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings now, would you?
Vincent (to Miranda): Heaven forbid I hurt a lady's feelings. I wouldn't dream of it. I'll join you for a drink, Captain. But then I really do have to excuse myself. You know how unforgiving the ladies of Padgett's can be.
Miranda (to Vincent): Of course, boyo... Which is the one that's struck your fancy?
Vincent (to Miranda): I have to choose just one?
Miranda (to Vincent): No, of course not. Isaac here has been pining after one of the dancer's for month's now. I think her name is Inga or Ingrid... She's got blonde braids, that's all he told me.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah! Ingrid. She's one of Magdalena's dancers. I have to deliver a message to Magdalena. I could put in a good word.
Miranda (to Vincent): Hah! I bet he'd like that. Wouldn't you, Isaac?
Vincent (to Miranda): Mmm. If you say so. Your Isaac looks less than thrilled to me.
Miranda (to Vincent): That's because I was teasing him about it earlier... Isaac, go grab us some more beer. I'd heard a nasty rumor that you were getting out of the business, is that true?
Vincent (to Miranda): Really? Who on earth did you hear that from, hun? Goodness! There seem to be a lot of rumors floating around lately.
Miranda (to Vincent): I think it was Avery or Morgan... Wait... maybe, it was Birdie that mentioned it. Well, I'm glad to hear that it's not true. I'd also heard a rumor that you got yourself a crew... So you know how rumors are. Nothing but contradictions at times...
Vincent (to Miranda): They're not exactly great resources. I'd heard one recently that I'd crashed a Royal Ball and seduced the Empress. As if I wouldn't be filled with holes if that were true.
Miranda (to Vincent): HA! Who'd want a cold fish like the Empress anyway? Besides, you'd never get past that mother of hers.
Vincent (to Miranda): Good heavens, never in a million years! Part of that rumor is true, at least. I did finally pick myself up a crew. Speaking of which, I really should get going. Thank you for the beer and the chat, Captain.
Miranda (to Vincent): Oh wait, before you go... did you hear the story about what happened to the Siren's Kiss?
Vincent (to Miranda): Can't say that I have, hun.
Miranda (to Vincent): It's a shame, really. I heard tell that Lynch was murdered & Bellamy had been captain for no more than a week & he was done in... Did you know that Bellamy was engaged to be married? The truth of the matter is, Captain Potter, I believe you know more about this than you're letting on... and if I find out that who the folks are that had something to do with Samuel's death... It's not going to be pretty. But, if you know something about it, I highly suggest you fess up & I'll go easy on you.
Vincent (to Miranda): No offence, Captain, but I highly doubt that. You know I haven't worked as a marauder since I crewed with Teech.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, I've got a little sister at home that is heartbroken... So, you can understand my concern. I'll leave you to your errand running, then... But, if you hear anything I'd appreciate a holler.
Vincent (to Miranda): I'm sorry for your sister's loss, Captain. Could you please tell your men to move out of the way?
Miranda (to Vincent): I would... except these aren't my men. They're the crew of the Siren.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah. Well, I'm sorry for their loss well, then. Gentlemen, if you will excuse me...
Miranda (to Vincent): Isaac, get the door for young Captain Potter... You know, how Roderick feels about blood on the floorboards.
Vincent (to Miranda): Well, you can't really blame a lad for trying. Speaking of which...
Miranda (to Vincent): No, no... It was a very good try. Honest.
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh...Ouch. No need to spare my ego now, Miranda. It's rather a moot point, isn't it?
Miranda (to Vincent): It's a shame, really... I liked you, Vincent. So, are you going to tell me what happened or should I just let the crew ask you?
Vincent (to Miranda): I can't tell you what happened to Lynch, hun, but Bellamy and the crew tried to raid my ship and sell me out to an assassin. Really, this group should be thanking me. Had that Hiiri and her nasty little sidekick succeeded, they all would have ended up skinned and strung up from the quarterdeck.
Miranda (to Vincent): Really? A little boy & a young woman could do all of that? Heh. So, what happened to Bellamy?
Poppy (to Miranda & Vincent): I highly suggest you let him go or there's going to be one less ship sailing the high seas... Captain.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. Sorry, I'm late.
Miranda (to Poppy & Percy): Who the bleeding hell are you?
Poppy (to Miranda): I believe we're the two people pointing weapons at all of you... So, it doesn't much matter. (to Vincent) Are you ok?
Vincent (to Poppy): I've been worse. Heh. Ooof! I've also been better.
Percy (to Vincent): Come on, honey, head out the door...
Vincent (to Percy): Yes, sir.
Miranda (to Poppy): Fine... Miss. But, this is far from over. (to Vincent) I suggest you stay out of my sight, me boyo.
Vincent (to Miranda): After tonight, I'm certainly not going to accept any more drinks from you, hun. Watch yourself, Miranda. That young woman and small boy, Bellamy was working for? They executed the black spot hit on Teech.
Percy (to Miranda): Sleep sweet, honey.... (to Vincent) Didn't I tell you to go?
Poppy (to Miranda): I'm sorry, Captain, but this is going to hurt you all much more than it hurts me, but we can't have you following us.
Miranda (to Percy, Vincent & Poppy): Wait. What? Zzzzzzzz.
Vincent (to Percy): Believe me, I'm moving as fast as I can.
Percy (to Vincent): Well, then... It's carrying time. Upsy daisy...
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Come on, both of you.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh good. This is dignified.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, but we need to move a bit faster & your legs appear to be made of jelly.
Vincent (to Poppy & Percy): I'm either punch drunk, or my drink was spiked.
Poppy (to Percy): Set him down on the bunk & go get the Falcon up in the air...
Vincent (to Poppy): Did you know that you are VERY pretty?
Percy (to Poppy): Will do! (to Vincent) I'll leave you in Poppy's tender care, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I'm guessing the drink was spiked... Ummm... Thank you, honey... Do you recall the beer tasting funny to you? I need to figure out what they spiked it with.
Vincent (to Poppy): I didn't drink much. The guys she was with were making me nervous. It was... bitter I think? I didn't really notice. Could have been henbane or laudanum. Heh. Though, I'm not ranting like a manic, so prolly not laudanum. Oh! Can Percy fly the Falcon? Oh. Of course, Percy can fly the Falcon! Wait, he can, can't he? I should go up there.
Poppy (to Vincent): No, you don't you stay right here... You need to rest. Percy can fly anything, he's an automaton. The best thing to do is just ride out the drug in your system. If I give you the wrong antidote, it'll be worse than what's in you & if you didn't drink too much, it shouldn't take too long to get out your body. So, just stay here, please?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ohhhhhh. Right! Automaton. Brain size of a Buick. Right. Right. Right.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I can't be trusted. I get myself in ALLLLLL kinds of trouble. It's a miracle I've lived this long. Hee hee. You know, if they were planning to beat information outa me, they shouldn't have drugged me. I feel FIIIIIIIIINE.
Poppy (to Vincent): They were probably hoping it would kick in before you left, honey... I think it might be laudanum.
Vincent (to Poppy): Maybe they really didn't punch me. Is this blood? Nah! This isn't blood. It's prolly... It's blood isn't it?
Poppy (to Vincent): What were you doing in there, anyway?
Vincent (to Poppy): I was worried. And bored. And horny. Mostly worried.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, sit still. I'm trying to clean the blood off of you & you keep wiggling... You're moving more than Persephone when she needs her diaper changed...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh God. It's laudanum. Definitely. If last time is any indication, you might have to strap me down, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What? Why?
Vincent (to Poppy): Last time I was screaming at the top of my lungs and trying to rip my clothes off. Course I was delirious before the laudanum. Oh. But I don't seem to be doing that. Never mind. Hun. I should go. I'm supposed to be flying the ship.
Poppy (to Vincent): No... Percy's flying the ship, remember? You're here... keeping me company... because I'm scared... You said you'd stay with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, you little fibber! You're not scared of much of anything. Hee hee. No. No. I remember. Sorry.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, I was just trying to get you to stay put & that's not true, I'm scared of things, I just hide it better than most.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm staying put. I promise. I'm just really damn fidgety. I can't sit still. Yeah. They didn't have time to hit me too much.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it looks like they didn't beat you up too badly... Thank goodness. You really had me worried when we got back to the ship and you weren't there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I was trying to get away. I didn't. Sorry you had to come rescue me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll always come & rescue you, honey...because I... Oh... I should get you some water.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank goodness. I probably need regular saving from myself. Hee hee hee. Oh! Water. Thanks, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, where were you heading before the pirates waylaid you?
Vincent (to Poppy): The Mangy Cur pub. I was just trying to do something to calm my nerves. How did your spy stuff go?
Poppy (to Vincent): Strangely, uneventful... Maladori didn't even show up. Our performance was a hit, the Du Mal's want to invite us back... we got in & out with no trouble. You had far more excitement than we did...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, believe me hun, I would have MUCH rather watched your routine again then get hit in the face by the Siren's Kiss crew. Speaking of which... Ouch. I think the laudanum is wearing off.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... Well, next time we perform it, I'll make sure you have a front row seat. Here, let me get some ice for you...
Vincent (to Poppy): No! No. Just... Would you mind staying just a few minutes more first?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sure, of course... What is it, honey? Are you feeling okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I'm feeling really... awful... actually. Thank you, for coming to get me. When I saw you walk through the door... I thought I had... Oh... Jesus. I don't that beer agreed with...
Poppy (to Vincent): Here's a bucket, honey or can you make it to the bathroom?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think... I think I can make it. Oh God... I'm OK. I'm standing. I'm standing and I'm OK. I'll be right back.
Percy (to Poppy): How's the little man doing, honey?
Poppy (to Percy): He's in the bathroom... How much longer before we get to the portal?
Percy (to Poppy): We'll be there in twenty minutes. Maybe, you two should stay on board tonight? I left the Clementine there, so I'll be ok.
Poppy (to Percy): We'll see... I should go back and check on him. (to Vincent) Knock, knock... Honey, are you okay? Can I get you anything?
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I'm alright...I don't suppose I have any mouthwash on this heap, do I?
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. There's some in the blue knapsack hanging on the door.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thanks, hun. Good gracious...I'm going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.
Poppy (to Vincent): According to Percy we should be at the crossover point in 15 minutes or so... He suggested we stay onboard over night if you were still feeling under the weather.
Vincent (to Poppy): I should be able to make it back to the apartment if you want to sleep in your own bed tonight, hun. I know the cabin can be cramped, and that I'm not at my most pleasant at the mo.
Poppy (to Vincent): Either way is fine with me, honey... I've seen you in far worse states.
Vincent (to Poppy): I do so wish that wasn't true. Heh. Oh. Laughing is not good...
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, honey... If it's any consolation, I still love ya... I mean, uh, like you... oh... I'm going to go check on Percy.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Did you just say...I... oh...shit! Legs still not working.
Poppy (to Vincent): Dammit... I've got you... Here, let's get you back to the bunk, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thanks, hun. I'm sorry you had to come rescue me. Sitting down with Captain O'Malley was a stupid, STUPID mistake.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd say you learned your lesson, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'd say so. So much for the honor code of "I save your skin, you save mine."
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you need anything else? Cuz I'm going to go and... do something, otherwise.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I'm fine. Thank you. For what it's worth, I, uh... I like you too.
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... honey? I can't seem to get the door open to the rest of the ship.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Let me look at it...
Poppy (to Percy): Is there a reason the door is locked back here?
Percy (to Poppy): Oh, is it?
Vincent (to Percy): Percy! This door is locked from the main console. Open it up!
Poppy (to Percy): What is your game, you tin plated pain in my bustle?
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): I'm sorry, sweeties, but you two clearly have some things to talk about & I think the only way it's going to happen is if someone forces the issue. I know you two will figure something out.
Poppy (to Percy): What!?! I am going to kill you... Percy?
Vincent (to Poppy): We're going to have to fight over who gets to kill him first, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): We can take turns... one of us can kill him, we'll rebuild him & then we can do it again... What on earth was he talking about? I mean, what do you & I have to talk about?
Vincent (to Poppy): I have no idea. He was telling me earlier today to "move on" from our relationship. I think he's corrupted some of his files. You're not upset with me, are you?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm, why? Because, you did something stupid? Again? What would be the point?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! Oh, fine! I'm just trying to work out what's going on in that metal head of Percy's. I don't know, Poppy!
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... Are there any tools in here? Is there any way to get to an access panel?
Vincent (to Poppy): I thought you knew this ship backwards and forwards, hun. Why don't you tell me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ooooo... fine, I'll figure it out myself.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh calm down. There's a false back in the wardrobe. There should be a tool kit in there. There's a panel right by the door.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you... I'll see if I can get the door open.
Vincent (to Poppy): I've got it. Just grab the tools for me, please?
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright... Here you go.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ugh. Oof. Give me a second.... OK. I'm OK. Back to work. Goddamn it Percy... He shut off power to the door all together.
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you sure you don't want me to do that?
Vincent (to Poppy): I should be able to get it anyway, I've just got to... Ouch! Goddamn it, Percy! What the hell was he thinking?
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm fine. I jabbed the screwdriver into my knuckle. I'm still a little clumsy right now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Go sit down before you hurt yourself anymore... I'll give it try. You've barely recovered from being drugged.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why is everyone convinced they know me better than I know myself right now? It's fine! I'm fine! I am fucking... Oh... Shit. OK. I'm not fine. I guess I'll shut my fool mouth and go sit down.
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you need help or do you want to throw another tantrum? I swear, you are one of the most aggravating men, actually I take that back, you are THE most aggravating man I have ever met.
Vincent (to Poppy): *I'm* the most aggravating man you... REALLY? I find that hard to believe. I've met some of your brothers. I'm so sorry I'm subjecting you to my company right now. Feel free to leave. Oh wait. You can't. Your insane clockwork counterpart LOCKED US IN.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh yes, it's MY fault... So sorry that you have to endure my company, if I had known it was so horrible, we could have dropped you off at Padgett's or, I don't know, left you with the group of pirate's that were trying to beat you up. I can't even believe that I was actually looking forward to getting back to the Falcon...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, they only wanted to kill me! They didn't tell me I was aggravating! And I never SAID I didn't like your company!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you're in such a hurry to get out of here... What the hell did Percy do to this door?
Vincent (to Poppy): ME? You were the one that was immediately asking about tools and access panels! I think he put the ship in emergency lock down. Even if we get through that goddamn door, we'll still have to get ALL the systems back online.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's cuz I was embarrassed...
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait. What? Why were you embarrassed?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... no reason. Forget it. I'm sorry.
Vincent (to Poppy): Was it because of what you said earlier?
Poppy (to Vincent): It was just a slip of the tongue...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Right. Of course. I mean, I know it was! I didn't think it was anything else. Why would I think it was anything else?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I don't know... Do you think Percy heard me?
Vincent (to Poppy): He may have. It would explain why he romantic comedy-ied us by locking us in a room together. Good God... Well, if he really did put the ship into lockdown, we may as well get comfortable. We're not going anywhere for at least 4 hours.
Poppy (to Vincent): What did he expect to happen that we'd be stuck in here & declare our undying love for each other? That's a little sappy...
Vincent (to Poppy): Probably. Keep in mind, he learned all he knows about human interaction from sitcoms and romantic comedies. Oh! I... He and Wanda might be perfect for each other...
Poppy (to Vincent): I mean if I was going to tell someone that I loved them, it certainly wouldn't be because I was forced into it... He should know me better than that...
Vincent (to Poppy): One would think. God. I'm exhausted. Since it looks like we're waiting no matter what, I'm going to lie down. Oof. I wish I could rinse off. I'm disgusting. Heh I also really wish the Falcon had a bathtub right about now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... then we'd never leave.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Probably not. I miss the tub in our old apartment.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'd really like to get out of this stupid outfit... I'm guessing my bag is still up front, though.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid so, hun. I've got pajamas in the wardrobe if you want them. At least, I think I do.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll look... You know we could put in a tub like the old one in the new place...
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course, I'm not going to complain if you keep wearing that.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I have a feeling you'd say that if I was wearing a garbage bag. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, stop making everything look good then. I'm sorry I snapped at you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay... I'm sorry I said you were aggravating. Can I ask you a hypothetical question?
Vincent (to Poppy): Only if I can hypothetically answer. Heh. I'm kidding. Sure, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, hypothetically speaking, what if I had meant to say what I said earlier... would it be a good thing or a bad thing? Stupid Percy... making me think about that sort of thing... You don't have to answer.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Ah... Well, I don't necessarily think that would be a TERRIBLE thing. I mean, hypothetically. I mean, not that you meant it like that. I know!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's certainly high praise, it wouldn't be terrible... Wow, take me now, loverboy. You make it sound like me telling you that I love you is one step up from swimming in raw sewage. Thanks. Good to know... Note to self... never do that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh for... What do you want me to say, Poppy? That it made my heart jump up in my throat when you said it? Yeah. It did! You just made it abundantly clear, several time, you didn't "mean it that way." I don't know what to say to that question! If I say, that I got all lightheaded and giddy, I'm an idiot with a poor grasp on our relationship. If I try to be restrained, then I'd rather swim in raw sewage than have you tell me you love me. Jesus!
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, I'm a big dumb chicken... I do love you. I've been trying to say it for days & I was afraid, too. You broke up with Percy when he told you & I was afraid you'd leave me if I did. If you don't feel the same, I understand... I mean, clearly I'm a mess, I wouldn't blame you.
Vincent (to Poppy): I broke up with Percy because I didn't feel the same way towards him as he did towards me. I love you too. I, mean, I'm a mess myself. GOD, I know I'm a mess...
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think you're a mess, honey, I think you're wonderful.
Vincent (to Poppy): If you're a mess, hun, I'm a bigger one.
Poppy (to Vincent): Scoot over... I'm curling up with you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh! God! Don't do that. I'm a literal mess right now. I reek of sweat, blood and probably puke.
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't care. You can't tell me something like that & expect me to sit way over there or sleep in the top bunk.
Vincent (to Poppy): I, uh... Oh. Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I hate to tell you this because I do like watching you wallow, but there is a shower in here... The bathroom is the shower. Didn't you ever wonder about the floor drain or the shower component coming out of the wall?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, hun. This isn't the first time I've needed it. But the water is probably offline. Oh! There should be enough in the reserve tank for me to hose off at least. Ooo... That's going to be so VERY cold.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll warm you up afterwards, honey... Though, it might be better to do that before you shower. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm certainly not in a huge hurry to hop out of a comfortable bunk with a beautiful woman and pop into a cold shower...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I can't believe that I've been curled up in this bunk with you for 10 minutes & you haven't even tried to kiss me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Heh. Clearly, I should rectify that.
Ripper (to Percy): Oh... Percy... What are you doing here?
Percy (to Ripper): Making coffee for Wanda & I. That's about all I know how to make.
Ripper (to Percy): Heh. Fair enough... I was about to make sausage & eggs for Robert and myself, so I can make more, if you like.
Percy (to Ripper): Oh... that would be nice. Thanks, honey. I think I can make toast.
Ripper (to Percy): No, no... that's okay. Don't touch anything. Just sit here & wait for the coffee.
Percy (to Ripper): Okay, I'll sit here quietly... like a little mouse...
Wanda (to Ripper): Morning, Ripper. Hee hee. It's like a morning after convention in here.
Ripper (to Wanda): Good morning, Wanda. I'm making some breakfast. You want some? Percy made coffee.
Percy (to Ripper): Don't balk at my coffee making ability... It may be the only thing I can cook, but I do it well or so I've been told. (to Wanda) Good morning, pretty lady. I hope you don't mind that I'm still here...
Wanda (to Ripper): Yes to both coffee and breakfast, please! (to Percy) No way. Actually, I'm glad, because I wanted to ask you something, and I thought last night might have been a bad time.
Ripper (to Wanda): Will do! (to Percy) Grab Wanda a mug of coffee, would you?
Percy (to Ripper): Oh yes, of course... (to Wanda) Oh, sure... Here's your coffee. Is this a private conversation, should we go somewhere else?
Wanda (to Percy): No. Wait. Yes. Maybe. Possibly. Let's go on the porch. (to Ripper) 'Scuse us for a sec, Ripper.
Ripper (to Wanda): Sure... I'll make up a plate for you & put it in the oven to stay warm, if you're not back by the time it's done.
Percy (to Wanda): What's wrong, honey? Is this the brush off?
Wanda (to Percy): Huh? Oh no! I had a blast last night. Seriously. I mean, obviously. I'm just curious about something. You totally don't have to answer if you don't wanna. Or you can't or something, but I'm DYING to know. How come Poppy has an android brother?
Percy (to Wanda): Huh? Umm, why would you ask that? I mean, I know I'm a little rusty... but an android... that's just... wow.
Wanda (to Percy): Oh no! Is android the wrong term? Is it supposed to be like bio-mechanical unit or something?
Percy (to Wanda): Oh ... It's a very long story... We're generally referred to as automatons... I'm not going to lie to you, Wanda. I like you, but I'm not sure how much I can actually tell you.
Wanda (to Percy): Oh. Well, that's a little disappointing, I'll admit, 'cause, I mean, c'mon dude. ROBOT. It's kinda awesome.
Percy (to Wanda): Do I even want to know how you figure it out? I hope you're not too mad at me, honey.
Wanda (to Percy): Ha ha ha! Um, Percy... I hate to tell you this, but it's kinda obvious. Most dudes don't have a "vibration" setting. I'm not mad. Why would I be? We had a fun little fling together. Life stories kinda not required, you know?
Percy (to Wanda): Oh, right. I had forgotten that very important little detail... I guess I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself... I'd never been with a woman before. Well, I'm glad you're not mad & I did have fun... I guess I should head out.
Wanda (to Percy): REALLY? I was your first girl? Om emm gee! That's totes ADORABLE. Oh. Hee hee. Sorry. Don't worry. I had a great time. And you're more than welcome to stay for breakfast if you wanna. I'm not kicking you out.
Percy (to Wanda): Oh? I wasn't sure... Wow... Bravo, madam, you have actually managed to fluster me... I'm speechless. My last, well, and only boyfriend was quite upset when I told him my secret.
Wanda (to Percy): Really? That's lousy! I mean, I guess it would be overwhelming for some people. But, you're SO not the weirdest guy I've ever been with.
Percy (to Wanda): Well, you are one of a kind, Wanda. Thank you.
Wanda (to Percy): That's what they keep telling me. And probably why my dad had a vasectomy right after I was born. Ha!
Percy (to Wanda): And well, if I didn't have to be somewhere this evening, I might ask you out on a real date... if you were interested?
Wanda (to Percy): Ooo! I would LOVE to go on a real date. How about tomorrow night, instead?
Percy (to Wanda): Tomorrow night would be perfect... I should really go, Poppy's going to kill me if I'm late.
Wanda (to Percy): Sure thing, cute stuff!
Percy (to Wanda): I'll see you then, pretty lady.
A short time later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, honey. Coffee's made. Rough night at work?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Thanks, hun. It's that obvious, is it?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, you look handsome as always, but you have that grumpy look on your face... What happened? Customers being jerks?
Vincent (to Poppy): No, actually. Just the opposite, actually. Apparently, the Divine Hope Chapel had some kind of protest or rally last night. A bunch of the students and regulars were asking about it. No one was angry or cruel, but it did get a bit exhausting.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry... So, I guess you want to stay here & sleep, huh? I'm sure Percy & I can come up with our own ride to the party... worse case, we'll take the Clementine ourselves.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? No, of course not, hun. I'm fine. I slept enough. God knows I've flown the Falcon in FAR worse shape than this. You, uh, you REALLY don't want me going on this mission with you, do you?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt, honey... and I didn't want you to see our routine, because I was a bit embarrassed about it. But, Wanda told me you were there, last night.
Vincent (to Poppy): I did. My sister gave me a call, and I needed a break from the bar. I'm sorry it was uncomfortable for you, hun... But, from a purely selfish, self-centered point of view... Holy shit!
Poppy (to Vincent): What? You liked it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I'm afraid I did, hun. It was quite... Well, let's say I had to pace around the club a few times before I headed back in. You looked amazing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey. Well, I'm sure Percy will be quite complimented, he came up with the routine... said he got the idea from something you said when you first met. Something about wincest? I have no idea what that meant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Oh my God...
Poppy (to Vincent): So, I take it you know what he was referring to, honey? ... You know what, don't tell me. I think I would rather live in ignorant bliss in this particular instance.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I think it's for the best, hun. Though, if I truly were the inspiration for that routine... I believe my good deed for the year is done.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm glad you're enjoying this, honey... I'm going to finish getting ready.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Knock, knock... Anyone home? I hope you're all decent... well, no not really, but you know what I mean.
Poppy (to Percy): Hey Percy, I'm just about done getting ready. Vincent is in the kitchen.
Percy (to Poppy): You already look stunning, Poppy my pet... Don't mess with perfection.
Poppy (to Percy): Umm, are you on drugs? Wait... No... I don't want to know.
Percy (to Vincent): Hello handsome... It's a beautiful day outside, isn't it? Excited about getting to do spy stuff today?
Vincent (to Percy): Um. Are you feeling OK? Did you get some files corrupted somewhere?
Percy (to Vincent): No, I'm just in a really good mood... I had a wonderful night and I have a date tomorrow.
Vincent (to Percy): You have... a date? Well, that's good news then, hun. I'm guessing your burlesque routine was a hit, then.
Percy (to Vincent): I should say so... AND, she doesn't care that I'm an automaton.
Vincent (to Percy): Wait. You have a date with a SHE? A she who knows you're an automaton?! Good heavens!
Percy (to Vincent): Yes, isn't it fantastic? Apparently, honesty is the best policy, honey. Who knew? And well, if you can like boys and girls, I don't see why I can't. Besides, I shouldn't have to be bogged down by human sexuality... and I'm my own person now. And, to be fair, she did guess & I didn't have the heart to lie to her.
Vincent (to Percy): I certainly can't argue with any of that, hun. Good for you, Percy. I'm happy for you.
Percy (to Vincent): Thank you... So now, maybe, you should move on too, honey?
Vincent (to Percy): Mmmm. Thanks for the thought, Percy, but I promise you, I'm over it. I don't lay awake at night pining for us.
Percy (to Vincent): That's not what I meant, honey... Are you ready to go on the mission? What on earth is taking Poppy so long?
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Sorry, fellas... I was having a girl moment & couldn't decided what weapon to bring.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Only you, hun... (to Poppy & Percy) OK, since I'm only the transportation for you lovelies, I should be all set.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Well, then let us go. Shall we?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do I even want to know why Percy is in such a good mood?
Vincent (to Poppy): Apparently, he has a date tomorrow night with a lass he impressed at the club last night. One who knows he's an automaton. Hee hee. I'm afraid I may have inspired your clockwork counterpart to give bisexuality a try, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What? But, the only person who he was paying any attention to at the club, was Wanda. I can't even begin to wrap my head around all of this... If we didn't have this mission, I would totally have a drink.
Vincent (to Poppy): WANDA?! (to Percy) Percy! Is your mystery date Wanda?
Percy (to Vincent): She's not a mystery... Did I not mention that it was Wanda?
Vincent (to Percy): No. Strangely, you left that little tidbit out. Well. Wanda... My goodness. Aren't we the incestuous bunch?
Percy (to Vincent): What? We used to flirt with each other before you & I dated, honey. Besides, it's very common in tight knit groups... You didn't seem that shocked about Jacob & Robert.
Vincent (to Percy): Hee hee. That's because it's Robert, and the Professor is totes his type. I'm just teasing, Percy. Wanda's a lovely person. :-P
Percy (to Vincent): Well, I'll forgive you this time, I suppose.
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Wow... Was this what it was like when you guys dated?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no. This is us behaving, I'm afraid. There was MUCH more snark and a lot more one-ups-man-ship when we were together.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, I was afraid you were going to say that.
A couple hours later:
Percy (to Vincent): Alright, duty calls. Honey, here are the coordinates for the rendezvous where we meet up with our third member. (to Poppy) Poppy, can you make sure we have everything we need for Miss Warren?
Vincent (to Percy): OK lady and gent. We should be landing in 10 minutes or so.
Poppy (to Percy): Sure, Bossy McGee... (to Vincent) Thank you, Captain. :-)
Percy (to Poppy): Once we land, we'll be traveling via coach, so I'll load the luggage and you can say your goodbyes... if you like. (to Vincent) We should be back at the rendezvous point in no more than 5 hours, if something has gone wrong & we're not back by then take this envelope to the address in New London that's written on it to the gentleman that answers the door.
Poppy (to Percy): You are too kind, Percy...
Vincent (to Poppy & Percy): Right. Be careful, and watch each other's back!
Percy (to Vincent): Of course... I promise I'll make sure Poppy comes back in one piece.
Vincent (to Poppy): So... I'll see you in five hours, right, hun? In one piece, safe and whole?
Poppy (to Vincent): That is the plan, honey... Um, when you're done landing the ship, could I talk to you in private for a minute?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Of course. I'm touching down now. I can meet you in the cabin in a few.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... okay.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Sorry to keep you waiting, hun. What's wrong?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh nothing's wrong... I just wanted to say goodbye in private & tell you that this is going to be my last mission for ISS. I've been doing a lot of thinking and well, until recently I didn't really have a reason to worry about whether I made it back or not, but I kinda do now & I guess my heart just isn't in it, anymore.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, as cool as it is to have a super spy roommate, I'll admit I'm, um, kind of glad to hear that... Am I the reason you have to worry about making it back?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... no... maybe... yes?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Come here, hun...
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay...
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Ahem... I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to get going.
Vincent (to Percy): Hun, your timing sucks.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry. honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): We'll pick up where we left off in 5 hours, so hurry up. And if you need me...
Poppy (to Vincent): I know where you are... I uh, nevermind. I'll see you soon, honey. (to Percy) Come on, let's go...
Four hours later:
Vincent: Good heavens. I think I need a drink.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, if it isn't the tiniest pirate... What brings you in this neck of the woods, me boyo?
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh! Hello, Captain O'Malley. Nothing interesting I'm afraid. I'm just in search of a drink.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, come sit down here with us. We've got plenty to spare. Besides, if I recall, I owe you a drink or two.
Vincent (to Miranda): That's a kind offer, Captain, but I'm afraid I can't stay long. I have an appointment to keep in a few.
Miranda (to Vincent): No, no... I insist. I don't much like owing people. And, you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings now, would you?
Vincent (to Miranda): Heaven forbid I hurt a lady's feelings. I wouldn't dream of it. I'll join you for a drink, Captain. But then I really do have to excuse myself. You know how unforgiving the ladies of Padgett's can be.
Miranda (to Vincent): Of course, boyo... Which is the one that's struck your fancy?
Vincent (to Miranda): I have to choose just one?
Miranda (to Vincent): No, of course not. Isaac here has been pining after one of the dancer's for month's now. I think her name is Inga or Ingrid... She's got blonde braids, that's all he told me.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah! Ingrid. She's one of Magdalena's dancers. I have to deliver a message to Magdalena. I could put in a good word.
Miranda (to Vincent): Hah! I bet he'd like that. Wouldn't you, Isaac?
Vincent (to Miranda): Mmm. If you say so. Your Isaac looks less than thrilled to me.
Miranda (to Vincent): That's because I was teasing him about it earlier... Isaac, go grab us some more beer. I'd heard a nasty rumor that you were getting out of the business, is that true?
Vincent (to Miranda): Really? Who on earth did you hear that from, hun? Goodness! There seem to be a lot of rumors floating around lately.
Miranda (to Vincent): I think it was Avery or Morgan... Wait... maybe, it was Birdie that mentioned it. Well, I'm glad to hear that it's not true. I'd also heard a rumor that you got yourself a crew... So you know how rumors are. Nothing but contradictions at times...
Vincent (to Miranda): They're not exactly great resources. I'd heard one recently that I'd crashed a Royal Ball and seduced the Empress. As if I wouldn't be filled with holes if that were true.
Miranda (to Vincent): HA! Who'd want a cold fish like the Empress anyway? Besides, you'd never get past that mother of hers.
Vincent (to Miranda): Good heavens, never in a million years! Part of that rumor is true, at least. I did finally pick myself up a crew. Speaking of which, I really should get going. Thank you for the beer and the chat, Captain.
Miranda (to Vincent): Oh wait, before you go... did you hear the story about what happened to the Siren's Kiss?
Vincent (to Miranda): Can't say that I have, hun.
Miranda (to Vincent): It's a shame, really. I heard tell that Lynch was murdered & Bellamy had been captain for no more than a week & he was done in... Did you know that Bellamy was engaged to be married? The truth of the matter is, Captain Potter, I believe you know more about this than you're letting on... and if I find out that who the folks are that had something to do with Samuel's death... It's not going to be pretty. But, if you know something about it, I highly suggest you fess up & I'll go easy on you.
Vincent (to Miranda): No offence, Captain, but I highly doubt that. You know I haven't worked as a marauder since I crewed with Teech.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, I've got a little sister at home that is heartbroken... So, you can understand my concern. I'll leave you to your errand running, then... But, if you hear anything I'd appreciate a holler.
Vincent (to Miranda): I'm sorry for your sister's loss, Captain. Could you please tell your men to move out of the way?
Miranda (to Vincent): I would... except these aren't my men. They're the crew of the Siren.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah. Well, I'm sorry for their loss well, then. Gentlemen, if you will excuse me...
Miranda (to Vincent): Isaac, get the door for young Captain Potter... You know, how Roderick feels about blood on the floorboards.
Vincent (to Miranda): Well, you can't really blame a lad for trying. Speaking of which...
Miranda (to Vincent): No, no... It was a very good try. Honest.
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh...Ouch. No need to spare my ego now, Miranda. It's rather a moot point, isn't it?
Miranda (to Vincent): It's a shame, really... I liked you, Vincent. So, are you going to tell me what happened or should I just let the crew ask you?
Vincent (to Miranda): I can't tell you what happened to Lynch, hun, but Bellamy and the crew tried to raid my ship and sell me out to an assassin. Really, this group should be thanking me. Had that Hiiri and her nasty little sidekick succeeded, they all would have ended up skinned and strung up from the quarterdeck.
Miranda (to Vincent): Really? A little boy & a young woman could do all of that? Heh. So, what happened to Bellamy?
Poppy (to Miranda & Vincent): I highly suggest you let him go or there's going to be one less ship sailing the high seas... Captain.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. Sorry, I'm late.
Miranda (to Poppy & Percy): Who the bleeding hell are you?
Poppy (to Miranda): I believe we're the two people pointing weapons at all of you... So, it doesn't much matter. (to Vincent) Are you ok?
Vincent (to Poppy): I've been worse. Heh. Ooof! I've also been better.
Percy (to Vincent): Come on, honey, head out the door...
Vincent (to Percy): Yes, sir.
Miranda (to Poppy): Fine... Miss. But, this is far from over. (to Vincent) I suggest you stay out of my sight, me boyo.
Vincent (to Miranda): After tonight, I'm certainly not going to accept any more drinks from you, hun. Watch yourself, Miranda. That young woman and small boy, Bellamy was working for? They executed the black spot hit on Teech.
Percy (to Miranda): Sleep sweet, honey.... (to Vincent) Didn't I tell you to go?
Poppy (to Miranda): I'm sorry, Captain, but this is going to hurt you all much more than it hurts me, but we can't have you following us.
Miranda (to Percy, Vincent & Poppy): Wait. What? Zzzzzzzz.
Vincent (to Percy): Believe me, I'm moving as fast as I can.
Percy (to Vincent): Well, then... It's carrying time. Upsy daisy...
Poppy (to Vincent & Percy): Come on, both of you.
Vincent (to Percy): Oh good. This is dignified.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, but we need to move a bit faster & your legs appear to be made of jelly.
Vincent (to Poppy & Percy): I'm either punch drunk, or my drink was spiked.
Poppy (to Percy): Set him down on the bunk & go get the Falcon up in the air...
Vincent (to Poppy): Did you know that you are VERY pretty?
Percy (to Poppy): Will do! (to Vincent) I'll leave you in Poppy's tender care, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I'm guessing the drink was spiked... Ummm... Thank you, honey... Do you recall the beer tasting funny to you? I need to figure out what they spiked it with.
Vincent (to Poppy): I didn't drink much. The guys she was with were making me nervous. It was... bitter I think? I didn't really notice. Could have been henbane or laudanum. Heh. Though, I'm not ranting like a manic, so prolly not laudanum. Oh! Can Percy fly the Falcon? Oh. Of course, Percy can fly the Falcon! Wait, he can, can't he? I should go up there.
Poppy (to Vincent): No, you don't you stay right here... You need to rest. Percy can fly anything, he's an automaton. The best thing to do is just ride out the drug in your system. If I give you the wrong antidote, it'll be worse than what's in you & if you didn't drink too much, it shouldn't take too long to get out your body. So, just stay here, please?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ohhhhhh. Right! Automaton. Brain size of a Buick. Right. Right. Right.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I can't be trusted. I get myself in ALLLLLL kinds of trouble. It's a miracle I've lived this long. Hee hee. You know, if they were planning to beat information outa me, they shouldn't have drugged me. I feel FIIIIIIIIINE.
Poppy (to Vincent): They were probably hoping it would kick in before you left, honey... I think it might be laudanum.
Vincent (to Poppy): Maybe they really didn't punch me. Is this blood? Nah! This isn't blood. It's prolly... It's blood isn't it?
Poppy (to Vincent): What were you doing in there, anyway?
Vincent (to Poppy): I was worried. And bored. And horny. Mostly worried.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, sit still. I'm trying to clean the blood off of you & you keep wiggling... You're moving more than Persephone when she needs her diaper changed...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh God. It's laudanum. Definitely. If last time is any indication, you might have to strap me down, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): What? Why?
Vincent (to Poppy): Last time I was screaming at the top of my lungs and trying to rip my clothes off. Course I was delirious before the laudanum. Oh. But I don't seem to be doing that. Never mind. Hun. I should go. I'm supposed to be flying the ship.
Poppy (to Vincent): No... Percy's flying the ship, remember? You're here... keeping me company... because I'm scared... You said you'd stay with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, you little fibber! You're not scared of much of anything. Hee hee. No. No. I remember. Sorry.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, I was just trying to get you to stay put & that's not true, I'm scared of things, I just hide it better than most.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm staying put. I promise. I'm just really damn fidgety. I can't sit still. Yeah. They didn't have time to hit me too much.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it looks like they didn't beat you up too badly... Thank goodness. You really had me worried when we got back to the ship and you weren't there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I was trying to get away. I didn't. Sorry you had to come rescue me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll always come & rescue you, honey...because I... Oh... I should get you some water.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank goodness. I probably need regular saving from myself. Hee hee hee. Oh! Water. Thanks, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, where were you heading before the pirates waylaid you?
Vincent (to Poppy): The Mangy Cur pub. I was just trying to do something to calm my nerves. How did your spy stuff go?
Poppy (to Vincent): Strangely, uneventful... Maladori didn't even show up. Our performance was a hit, the Du Mal's want to invite us back... we got in & out with no trouble. You had far more excitement than we did...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, believe me hun, I would have MUCH rather watched your routine again then get hit in the face by the Siren's Kiss crew. Speaking of which... Ouch. I think the laudanum is wearing off.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... Well, next time we perform it, I'll make sure you have a front row seat. Here, let me get some ice for you...
Vincent (to Poppy): No! No. Just... Would you mind staying just a few minutes more first?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sure, of course... What is it, honey? Are you feeling okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I'm feeling really... awful... actually. Thank you, for coming to get me. When I saw you walk through the door... I thought I had... Oh... Jesus. I don't that beer agreed with...
Poppy (to Vincent): Here's a bucket, honey or can you make it to the bathroom?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think... I think I can make it. Oh God... I'm OK. I'm standing. I'm standing and I'm OK. I'll be right back.
Percy (to Poppy): How's the little man doing, honey?
Poppy (to Percy): He's in the bathroom... How much longer before we get to the portal?
Percy (to Poppy): We'll be there in twenty minutes. Maybe, you two should stay on board tonight? I left the Clementine there, so I'll be ok.
Poppy (to Percy): We'll see... I should go back and check on him. (to Vincent) Knock, knock... Honey, are you okay? Can I get you anything?
Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I'm alright...I don't suppose I have any mouthwash on this heap, do I?
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. There's some in the blue knapsack hanging on the door.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thanks, hun. Good gracious...I'm going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.
Poppy (to Vincent): According to Percy we should be at the crossover point in 15 minutes or so... He suggested we stay onboard over night if you were still feeling under the weather.
Vincent (to Poppy): I should be able to make it back to the apartment if you want to sleep in your own bed tonight, hun. I know the cabin can be cramped, and that I'm not at my most pleasant at the mo.
Poppy (to Vincent): Either way is fine with me, honey... I've seen you in far worse states.
Vincent (to Poppy): I do so wish that wasn't true. Heh. Oh. Laughing is not good...
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, honey... If it's any consolation, I still love ya... I mean, uh, like you... oh... I'm going to go check on Percy.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Did you just say...I... oh...shit! Legs still not working.
Poppy (to Vincent): Dammit... I've got you... Here, let's get you back to the bunk, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thanks, hun. I'm sorry you had to come rescue me. Sitting down with Captain O'Malley was a stupid, STUPID mistake.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd say you learned your lesson, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'd say so. So much for the honor code of "I save your skin, you save mine."
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you need anything else? Cuz I'm going to go and... do something, otherwise.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I'm fine. Thank you. For what it's worth, I, uh... I like you too.
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... honey? I can't seem to get the door open to the rest of the ship.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Let me look at it...
Poppy (to Percy): Is there a reason the door is locked back here?
Percy (to Poppy): Oh, is it?
Vincent (to Percy): Percy! This door is locked from the main console. Open it up!
Poppy (to Percy): What is your game, you tin plated pain in my bustle?
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): I'm sorry, sweeties, but you two clearly have some things to talk about & I think the only way it's going to happen is if someone forces the issue. I know you two will figure something out.
Poppy (to Percy): What!?! I am going to kill you... Percy?
Vincent (to Poppy): We're going to have to fight over who gets to kill him first, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): We can take turns... one of us can kill him, we'll rebuild him & then we can do it again... What on earth was he talking about? I mean, what do you & I have to talk about?
Vincent (to Poppy): I have no idea. He was telling me earlier today to "move on" from our relationship. I think he's corrupted some of his files. You're not upset with me, are you?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm, why? Because, you did something stupid? Again? What would be the point?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! Oh, fine! I'm just trying to work out what's going on in that metal head of Percy's. I don't know, Poppy!
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... Are there any tools in here? Is there any way to get to an access panel?
Vincent (to Poppy): I thought you knew this ship backwards and forwards, hun. Why don't you tell me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ooooo... fine, I'll figure it out myself.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh calm down. There's a false back in the wardrobe. There should be a tool kit in there. There's a panel right by the door.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you... I'll see if I can get the door open.
Vincent (to Poppy): I've got it. Just grab the tools for me, please?
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright... Here you go.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ugh. Oof. Give me a second.... OK. I'm OK. Back to work. Goddamn it Percy... He shut off power to the door all together.
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you sure you don't want me to do that?
Vincent (to Poppy): I should be able to get it anyway, I've just got to... Ouch! Goddamn it, Percy! What the hell was he thinking?
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm fine. I jabbed the screwdriver into my knuckle. I'm still a little clumsy right now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Go sit down before you hurt yourself anymore... I'll give it try. You've barely recovered from being drugged.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why is everyone convinced they know me better than I know myself right now? It's fine! I'm fine! I am fucking... Oh... Shit. OK. I'm not fine. I guess I'll shut my fool mouth and go sit down.
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you need help or do you want to throw another tantrum? I swear, you are one of the most aggravating men, actually I take that back, you are THE most aggravating man I have ever met.
Vincent (to Poppy): *I'm* the most aggravating man you... REALLY? I find that hard to believe. I've met some of your brothers. I'm so sorry I'm subjecting you to my company right now. Feel free to leave. Oh wait. You can't. Your insane clockwork counterpart LOCKED US IN.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh yes, it's MY fault... So sorry that you have to endure my company, if I had known it was so horrible, we could have dropped you off at Padgett's or, I don't know, left you with the group of pirate's that were trying to beat you up. I can't even believe that I was actually looking forward to getting back to the Falcon...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, they only wanted to kill me! They didn't tell me I was aggravating! And I never SAID I didn't like your company!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you're in such a hurry to get out of here... What the hell did Percy do to this door?
Vincent (to Poppy): ME? You were the one that was immediately asking about tools and access panels! I think he put the ship in emergency lock down. Even if we get through that goddamn door, we'll still have to get ALL the systems back online.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's cuz I was embarrassed...
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait. What? Why were you embarrassed?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... no reason. Forget it. I'm sorry.
Vincent (to Poppy): Was it because of what you said earlier?
Poppy (to Vincent): It was just a slip of the tongue...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Right. Of course. I mean, I know it was! I didn't think it was anything else. Why would I think it was anything else?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I don't know... Do you think Percy heard me?
Vincent (to Poppy): He may have. It would explain why he romantic comedy-ied us by locking us in a room together. Good God... Well, if he really did put the ship into lockdown, we may as well get comfortable. We're not going anywhere for at least 4 hours.
Poppy (to Vincent): What did he expect to happen that we'd be stuck in here & declare our undying love for each other? That's a little sappy...
Vincent (to Poppy): Probably. Keep in mind, he learned all he knows about human interaction from sitcoms and romantic comedies. Oh! I... He and Wanda might be perfect for each other...
Poppy (to Vincent): I mean if I was going to tell someone that I loved them, it certainly wouldn't be because I was forced into it... He should know me better than that...
Vincent (to Poppy): One would think. God. I'm exhausted. Since it looks like we're waiting no matter what, I'm going to lie down. Oof. I wish I could rinse off. I'm disgusting. Heh I also really wish the Falcon had a bathtub right about now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... then we'd never leave.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Probably not. I miss the tub in our old apartment.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'd really like to get out of this stupid outfit... I'm guessing my bag is still up front, though.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid so, hun. I've got pajamas in the wardrobe if you want them. At least, I think I do.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll look... You know we could put in a tub like the old one in the new place...
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course, I'm not going to complain if you keep wearing that.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I have a feeling you'd say that if I was wearing a garbage bag. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, stop making everything look good then. I'm sorry I snapped at you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay... I'm sorry I said you were aggravating. Can I ask you a hypothetical question?
Vincent (to Poppy): Only if I can hypothetically answer. Heh. I'm kidding. Sure, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, hypothetically speaking, what if I had meant to say what I said earlier... would it be a good thing or a bad thing? Stupid Percy... making me think about that sort of thing... You don't have to answer.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Ah... Well, I don't necessarily think that would be a TERRIBLE thing. I mean, hypothetically. I mean, not that you meant it like that. I know!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's certainly high praise, it wouldn't be terrible... Wow, take me now, loverboy. You make it sound like me telling you that I love you is one step up from swimming in raw sewage. Thanks. Good to know... Note to self... never do that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh for... What do you want me to say, Poppy? That it made my heart jump up in my throat when you said it? Yeah. It did! You just made it abundantly clear, several time, you didn't "mean it that way." I don't know what to say to that question! If I say, that I got all lightheaded and giddy, I'm an idiot with a poor grasp on our relationship. If I try to be restrained, then I'd rather swim in raw sewage than have you tell me you love me. Jesus!
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, I'm a big dumb chicken... I do love you. I've been trying to say it for days & I was afraid, too. You broke up with Percy when he told you & I was afraid you'd leave me if I did. If you don't feel the same, I understand... I mean, clearly I'm a mess, I wouldn't blame you.
Vincent (to Poppy): I broke up with Percy because I didn't feel the same way towards him as he did towards me. I love you too. I, mean, I'm a mess myself. GOD, I know I'm a mess...
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think you're a mess, honey, I think you're wonderful.
Vincent (to Poppy): If you're a mess, hun, I'm a bigger one.
Poppy (to Vincent): Scoot over... I'm curling up with you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh! God! Don't do that. I'm a literal mess right now. I reek of sweat, blood and probably puke.
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't care. You can't tell me something like that & expect me to sit way over there or sleep in the top bunk.
Vincent (to Poppy): I, uh... Oh. Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I hate to tell you this because I do like watching you wallow, but there is a shower in here... The bathroom is the shower. Didn't you ever wonder about the floor drain or the shower component coming out of the wall?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, hun. This isn't the first time I've needed it. But the water is probably offline. Oh! There should be enough in the reserve tank for me to hose off at least. Ooo... That's going to be so VERY cold.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll warm you up afterwards, honey... Though, it might be better to do that before you shower. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm certainly not in a huge hurry to hop out of a comfortable bunk with a beautiful woman and pop into a cold shower...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I can't believe that I've been curled up in this bunk with you for 10 minutes & you haven't even tried to kiss me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Heh. Clearly, I should rectify that.
