Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Hi there sweeties! I see you two had an eventful evening... I just came back to make sure the doors opened.
Poppy (to Percy): Percy, I'd highly suggest that you get the hell out of here before I can disentangle myself & find my gun.
Vincent (to Percy): Yeah. Don't take this the wrong way, hun, but fuck off! I DO know where my sword is.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Ok, ok. I can take the hint... Sorry to interrupt.
Vincent (to Percy): And yet you're still here.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, I was taking notes, I didn't know people could do that... See ya!
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. THAT was awkward.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, just a little... Is it wrong that I just want to stay here with you a little while longer?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. I wish we could. We really should get going. I promised my sister a trip today.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh alright, honey. I have to admit that I wish we were still locked in here...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, unfortunately we're... Wait. ... Why the hell is this door locked?
Poppy (to Vincent): What? You're kidding, right?
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish I was, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): That can't be right. Did you reset the system?
Vincent (to Poppy): Uhhh... Yes?
Poppy (to Vincent): God. Do you think Percy did it, honey? Why would he do that?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. It's my fault. I forgot to reset the system. I was a little...distracted at the moment.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Right... Um, you might want to call your sister, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens... Well, it's been nice knowing you, hun. (to Mouse) Hey, hun. I, uh... I have some bad news.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... Hi... Um... I only have a few minutes to talk...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I know we were supposed to go to Britannia together, but I'm stuck on the Falcon at the moment.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, were we? I had forgotten... Are you okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm fine. I, uh... I tripped the emergency shut down system. We're fine, but kind of stuck. Shall we reschedule?
Mouse (to Vincent): We?
Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah. I was transporting Poppy and Percy yesterday, and Poppy and me kind of got stuck.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my... That sounds like a movie.
Vincent (to Mouse): Or a sitcom. Tell me about it.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, so did you guys get married & buy a dog? That's what they do in Romantic comedies, right?
Vincent (to Mouse): Heaven forbid. No. We're both still single and dog free.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... Okay... I have to go, sweetie... Um... It's Eep's day off.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Ah. Hee hee. I won't keep you, then. I'll see you tomorrow.
Mouse (to Vincent): Okay, see you later.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. Looks like sister dearest forgot all about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, that's lucky... So what should we do while we wait for the system to reset?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm not sure, hun. Do you have any suggestions?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... we could play a game, do yoga, read a book, I suppose. So, what did you mean when you told your sister that we were both still single & dog free?
Vincent (to Poppy): When I told her we got stuck on the ship, she remarked that it was like a romantic comedy. She wanted to make sure we hadn't gotten married or adopted a dog. It's what characters always seem to do in those flicks.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... We're going to have to come clean to her at some point, aren't we?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid so.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that's going to be awkward... She's going to make that face, isn't she? You know, the 'I thought so' face.
Vincent (to Poppy): The Big Sister face. Yes. Yes, she is. She'll probably make it for at least a week straight.
Poppy (to Vincent): We could just not tell her... or would that be a bad idea?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. It's tempting, but she's been telling me we're being ridiculous for weeks. I think not telling her will make that worse.
Poppy (to Vincent): Um... What do we tell her, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): That's a good question, hun. I mean, we're clearly involved now. Right? So... are we girlfriend and boyfriend? Lovers? Crewmates? Friends plus? :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh... can we be lovers? That would probably make your sister stop asking questions. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. I like it! It sounds French. Not speaking of French at all, let me go reset the engines before we get locked in here again. I don't know about you, hun, but I'm STARVING.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god, yes... food would be wonderful.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright. Everything is back online. Unfortunately, there isn't much worth eating in the galley. Want to head home and get some real food?
Poppy (to Vincent): That sounds perfect, plus I'd really like to take a bath.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'd settle for anything with hot water at this juncture.
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you feeling okay after yesterday, honey? No ill effects from the drugs or the pirates?
Vincent (to Poppy): Nothing unmanageable. I've got headache and I'm a bit lightheaded, but nothing staying in bed all day didn't improve. Of course, it could have been the company.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... that's good. Is it warm in here, honey? ... Oh god, I'm blushing, aren't I?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. A little bit. That's a little slice of adorable. Why so shy all of a sudden?
Poppy (to Vincent): I have no idea... I'm usually kind of guarded around you, I guess...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, don't get too relaxed around me. I am completely untrustworthy. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. Maybe, that's what I'm counting on, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Now who's trying to get who to blush? Come on, hun. I need nourishment in my system.
Poppy (to Vincent): Lead the way, honey.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): I can't help but wonder how this whole thing with Captain O'Malley will play out. I don't think she'll go out of her way to gun for me, but... Well, apparently Bellamy was her future brother-in-law.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's not good... I've heard stories about O'Malleys. Their mother is Grace O'Malley... She's touted as a Pirate Queen, she's got quite a few ships that fly under her colors.
Vincent (to Poppy): Unfortunately, most of them are probably true. And, if she's running around with the crew of the Siren's Kiss...
Poppy (to Vincent): You don't think the Siren's Kiss is one of her ships, do you?
Vincent (to Poppy): It wasn't, as far as I knew, but alliances change so fast and thick sometimes, it's hard to keep track, sometimes. And I haven't been a marauder for a couple of years. I'm not running in the right circles to hear anything more than rumor and hearsay. Under normal circumstances, we'd be golden. Bellamy boarded my ship unprovoked on a job when I had my colors flying. Anything that happened to him or his crew would be considered fair game. But, if the O'Malleys make this a blood feud... This, this right here, is why I don't do raids! Marauders are more melodramatic than a high school cheerleading squad!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's Hiiri & Carver's fault they involved the Siren's Kiss... Oh... I just had a thought, honey. Didn't you say there was a Black Spot hit on Teech?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. That was what I heard. Hiiri and Carver took the contract. Why?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do we know who put out the contract? What if it was the O'Malley's?
Vincent (to Poppy): They could have, but why? Why put the Black Spot on Alistair? Even if started pirating again, he wouldn't have been a threat. And Miranda seemed shocked when I told her about it. Not that she's a trustworthy source. What are you thinking, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Maybe, it's just from my time as a spy, but I'm thinking there's more going on than what's on the surface, honey... I mean, who would have the most to gain from Alistair and/or Teech's death?
Vincent (to Poppy): Makes sense. It would also explain why Hiiri got the Siren's Kiss involved in the first place. I don't know, hun. Alistair was a prince, but he wasn't exactly politically important. He wasn't much of a court player... He went into shipping to make his own money, so he didn't have to keep "sucking up to the crown for scraps."
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmm, hold that thought... I'm ordering a pizza, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. Pizza! I could eat an entire pie alone, I think.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll order two... we can always eat leftovers... Ok, they're ordered & should be here in 20 minutes... Back to the discussion. It sounds like it has to do with his activities as Teech that got him killed. When you were with him, did he have any feuds with anyone? Any ships or Captains that he avoided?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know he had a few territory skirmishes, but none I can that would warrant a contract two years after the fact. Hmm...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm not up on the world of piracy, honey... but in my experience, you 'follow the money'.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that's just it. Black Spot hits are no joke, and as such, they are expensive. Short of the Empress herself I can't think of too many marauders who could afford... Oh! Oh why didn't I think of him first?
Poppy (to Vincent): Who, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Drake. Sir Walter Drake. He was a privateer under Victoria II.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wasn't he rumored to be her lover, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): That was the story. Although, you know how unreliable rumors about pirates and royalty can be. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): So... meaning it's absolutely true? :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! Not funny, woman! That was dirty pool. Can we get back to the subject at hand? Or is our possible impending death too boring a topic for you?
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought it was funny... but, you're right... So, I don't much about this Drake fella. What can you tell me?
Vincent (to Poppy): You only thought it was funny because it made me look like I swallowed a toad. :-P ANYWAY, after Victoria II was assassinated, all outstanding royal contracts were severed, and Drake was banished. He's a nasty piece of work, a "dead cats don't meow" kind of fellow. And, guess whose younger brother is carrying on the family tradition, on an O'Malley ship, I believe.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, you think they would have put the contract out on Teech?
Vincent (to Poppy): Could be. It could be a revenge killing. Alejandro had something to do with Victoria III taking the throne, after all. Drake could have assumed, like I did, Alejandro was dead. When "Teech" popped back up, he could have ordered the hit. Of course, so could someone else. Teech was getting...bold towards the end of my time with him.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh, pizza' s here... Here you go. Dig in.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh sweet nectar of the gods!
A few minutes later:
Poppy (to Vincent): What do you want to do about all of this, honey? You said you wanted to find out who killed Alistair... I mean, we know who did the actual killing, but we don't know the reason. Is that enough or do you want to keep digging?
Vincent (to Poppy): I suppose it depends on how deep this goes, hun. I want to know, but this looks like it's getting stickier and stickier. Drake is rich, royal and well connected, even while exiled, and the O'Malleys are... Well, the O'Malleys. Heh. Of course, I get the distinct impression it's far too late to back out at this point.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, what's the younger Drake's name?
Vincent (to Poppy): Edward; sometimes he goes by Edward Thatch.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... I still have all my connections with the ISS, honey. I haven't given them my resignation letter, yet. I may not be a big fan of the royal family, but they ARE my royal family. I don't like people going around killing them. And, Alistair had his fault's but he was always nice to me whenever he came to the monastery.
Vincent (to Poppy): So we keep snooping then, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it might be better than sitting around waiting for them to come and get us, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I can't say that I'm not game, though at this rate, you might be safer with the ISS than with me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm not going to leave you to deal with this by yourself, honey... I'd be very upset if something happened to you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I certainly couldn't ask for better help than you. Heh. I've managed to go and make you fond of me, have I?
Poppy (to Vincent): I suppose you could say that, honey. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, that's good, 'cause I'm pretty damn fond of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm not sure I can handle all of this admiration, lover... oh, that sounds vaguely filthy... I like it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Well...Fair enough. I can go back to trying desperately to act normal around you. And failing, I might add. Or we can discuss who else wants to hurt us in horrible ways.
Poppy (to Vincent): You have acquired quite a laundry list of folks who want to do you harm, honey. It would be quite impressive if it wasn't so terrifying... And, please don't go back to acting "normal" around me, I actually like it when you say sweet things to me.
Vincent (to Poppy): You're in luck, hun. I'm not sure I could go back to normal if I tried. Hee hee. As if I started off at normal to begin with. Lord... how on earth did I manage to acquire such a Rogues' Gallery of people who want to do harm to my beautiful little body?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... probably because you're such a people person, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens. Maybe I should start acting like Eep. I'm fairly certain no one is trying to kill HIM.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god, please don't do that! I don't know if I could handle it, honey... I like you just the way you are.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee... Well, I... Uh... Goodness! I'm at a loss.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm sorry, but it's true.
Vincent (to Poppy): And I'm glad that it is.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... good. I have no idea why I'm feeling so awkward today.
Vincent (to Poppy): That makes two of us. At least I haven't started rambling non-stop out of nervousness.
Poppy (to Vincent): Why would you be nervous, honey? Having second thoughts?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no! Not in the slightest, hun. You have an uncanny ability to knock me more than a little off balance, especially... Uh, especially when you look at me like that. And sit close to me. Like you're doing right now...
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, I can move to one of the chairs, honey, but I like being close to you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I'm not asking you to move. I'm just saying you fluster me. In wonderful ways, of course.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Of course... I fluster you, huh? So, it would be bad, if I moved closer...
Vincent (to Poppy): I certainly wouldn't define that as "bad"... lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): I think I could learn to like that...
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I think I already like it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... heh. You win. I am now completely flustered...
Vincent (to Poppy): I wasn't trying to fluster you, hun. Truth be told, I was hoping you'd let me kiss you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I love you. Of course, I'll let you kiss me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh... Hee hee. Sorry, I suppose I'm still getting used to... ... ... ... Oh. Well. That's one way to shut me up. Feel free to do that whenever you want me to be quiet.
Poppy (to Vincent): Duly noted, honey... I have a feeling I'm going to need do that a lot. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I feel like I should complain, hun, but somehow I don't think I'll mind all that much.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... there is one thing you could tell me, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): What's that?
Poppy (to Vincent): Tell me that you love me...
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh... I love you, Poppy.
Poppy (to Percy): Percy, I'd highly suggest that you get the hell out of here before I can disentangle myself & find my gun.
Vincent (to Percy): Yeah. Don't take this the wrong way, hun, but fuck off! I DO know where my sword is.
Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Ok, ok. I can take the hint... Sorry to interrupt.
Vincent (to Percy): And yet you're still here.
Percy (to Vincent): Sorry, honey, I was taking notes, I didn't know people could do that... See ya!
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. THAT was awkward.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, just a little... Is it wrong that I just want to stay here with you a little while longer?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. I wish we could. We really should get going. I promised my sister a trip today.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh alright, honey. I have to admit that I wish we were still locked in here...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, unfortunately we're... Wait. ... Why the hell is this door locked?
Poppy (to Vincent): What? You're kidding, right?
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish I was, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): That can't be right. Did you reset the system?
Vincent (to Poppy): Uhhh... Yes?
Poppy (to Vincent): God. Do you think Percy did it, honey? Why would he do that?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. It's my fault. I forgot to reset the system. I was a little...distracted at the moment.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Right... Um, you might want to call your sister, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens... Well, it's been nice knowing you, hun. (to Mouse) Hey, hun. I, uh... I have some bad news.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... Hi... Um... I only have a few minutes to talk...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I know we were supposed to go to Britannia together, but I'm stuck on the Falcon at the moment.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, were we? I had forgotten... Are you okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm fine. I, uh... I tripped the emergency shut down system. We're fine, but kind of stuck. Shall we reschedule?
Mouse (to Vincent): We?
Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah. I was transporting Poppy and Percy yesterday, and Poppy and me kind of got stuck.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my... That sounds like a movie.
Vincent (to Mouse): Or a sitcom. Tell me about it.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, so did you guys get married & buy a dog? That's what they do in Romantic comedies, right?
Vincent (to Mouse): Heaven forbid. No. We're both still single and dog free.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... Okay... I have to go, sweetie... Um... It's Eep's day off.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Ah. Hee hee. I won't keep you, then. I'll see you tomorrow.
Mouse (to Vincent): Okay, see you later.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. Looks like sister dearest forgot all about it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, that's lucky... So what should we do while we wait for the system to reset?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm not sure, hun. Do you have any suggestions?
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm... we could play a game, do yoga, read a book, I suppose. So, what did you mean when you told your sister that we were both still single & dog free?
Vincent (to Poppy): When I told her we got stuck on the ship, she remarked that it was like a romantic comedy. She wanted to make sure we hadn't gotten married or adopted a dog. It's what characters always seem to do in those flicks.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... We're going to have to come clean to her at some point, aren't we?
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm afraid so.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that's going to be awkward... She's going to make that face, isn't she? You know, the 'I thought so' face.
Vincent (to Poppy): The Big Sister face. Yes. Yes, she is. She'll probably make it for at least a week straight.
Poppy (to Vincent): We could just not tell her... or would that be a bad idea?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. It's tempting, but she's been telling me we're being ridiculous for weeks. I think not telling her will make that worse.
Poppy (to Vincent): Um... What do we tell her, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): That's a good question, hun. I mean, we're clearly involved now. Right? So... are we girlfriend and boyfriend? Lovers? Crewmates? Friends plus? :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh... can we be lovers? That would probably make your sister stop asking questions. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. I like it! It sounds French. Not speaking of French at all, let me go reset the engines before we get locked in here again. I don't know about you, hun, but I'm STARVING.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god, yes... food would be wonderful.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright. Everything is back online. Unfortunately, there isn't much worth eating in the galley. Want to head home and get some real food?
Poppy (to Vincent): That sounds perfect, plus I'd really like to take a bath.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'd settle for anything with hot water at this juncture.
Poppy (to Vincent): Are you feeling okay after yesterday, honey? No ill effects from the drugs or the pirates?
Vincent (to Poppy): Nothing unmanageable. I've got headache and I'm a bit lightheaded, but nothing staying in bed all day didn't improve. Of course, it could have been the company.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... that's good. Is it warm in here, honey? ... Oh god, I'm blushing, aren't I?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. A little bit. That's a little slice of adorable. Why so shy all of a sudden?
Poppy (to Vincent): I have no idea... I'm usually kind of guarded around you, I guess...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, don't get too relaxed around me. I am completely untrustworthy. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. Maybe, that's what I'm counting on, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Now who's trying to get who to blush? Come on, hun. I need nourishment in my system.
Poppy (to Vincent): Lead the way, honey.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): I can't help but wonder how this whole thing with Captain O'Malley will play out. I don't think she'll go out of her way to gun for me, but... Well, apparently Bellamy was her future brother-in-law.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's not good... I've heard stories about O'Malleys. Their mother is Grace O'Malley... She's touted as a Pirate Queen, she's got quite a few ships that fly under her colors.
Vincent (to Poppy): Unfortunately, most of them are probably true. And, if she's running around with the crew of the Siren's Kiss...
Poppy (to Vincent): You don't think the Siren's Kiss is one of her ships, do you?
Vincent (to Poppy): It wasn't, as far as I knew, but alliances change so fast and thick sometimes, it's hard to keep track, sometimes. And I haven't been a marauder for a couple of years. I'm not running in the right circles to hear anything more than rumor and hearsay. Under normal circumstances, we'd be golden. Bellamy boarded my ship unprovoked on a job when I had my colors flying. Anything that happened to him or his crew would be considered fair game. But, if the O'Malleys make this a blood feud... This, this right here, is why I don't do raids! Marauders are more melodramatic than a high school cheerleading squad!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's Hiiri & Carver's fault they involved the Siren's Kiss... Oh... I just had a thought, honey. Didn't you say there was a Black Spot hit on Teech?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. That was what I heard. Hiiri and Carver took the contract. Why?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do we know who put out the contract? What if it was the O'Malley's?
Vincent (to Poppy): They could have, but why? Why put the Black Spot on Alistair? Even if started pirating again, he wouldn't have been a threat. And Miranda seemed shocked when I told her about it. Not that she's a trustworthy source. What are you thinking, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Maybe, it's just from my time as a spy, but I'm thinking there's more going on than what's on the surface, honey... I mean, who would have the most to gain from Alistair and/or Teech's death?
Vincent (to Poppy): Makes sense. It would also explain why Hiiri got the Siren's Kiss involved in the first place. I don't know, hun. Alistair was a prince, but he wasn't exactly politically important. He wasn't much of a court player... He went into shipping to make his own money, so he didn't have to keep "sucking up to the crown for scraps."
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmm, hold that thought... I'm ordering a pizza, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. Pizza! I could eat an entire pie alone, I think.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll order two... we can always eat leftovers... Ok, they're ordered & should be here in 20 minutes... Back to the discussion. It sounds like it has to do with his activities as Teech that got him killed. When you were with him, did he have any feuds with anyone? Any ships or Captains that he avoided?
Vincent (to Poppy): I know he had a few territory skirmishes, but none I can that would warrant a contract two years after the fact. Hmm...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm not up on the world of piracy, honey... but in my experience, you 'follow the money'.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that's just it. Black Spot hits are no joke, and as such, they are expensive. Short of the Empress herself I can't think of too many marauders who could afford... Oh! Oh why didn't I think of him first?
Poppy (to Vincent): Who, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Drake. Sir Walter Drake. He was a privateer under Victoria II.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wasn't he rumored to be her lover, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): That was the story. Although, you know how unreliable rumors about pirates and royalty can be. ;-P
Poppy (to Vincent): So... meaning it's absolutely true? :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! Not funny, woman! That was dirty pool. Can we get back to the subject at hand? Or is our possible impending death too boring a topic for you?
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought it was funny... but, you're right... So, I don't much about this Drake fella. What can you tell me?
Vincent (to Poppy): You only thought it was funny because it made me look like I swallowed a toad. :-P ANYWAY, after Victoria II was assassinated, all outstanding royal contracts were severed, and Drake was banished. He's a nasty piece of work, a "dead cats don't meow" kind of fellow. And, guess whose younger brother is carrying on the family tradition, on an O'Malley ship, I believe.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, you think they would have put the contract out on Teech?
Vincent (to Poppy): Could be. It could be a revenge killing. Alejandro had something to do with Victoria III taking the throne, after all. Drake could have assumed, like I did, Alejandro was dead. When "Teech" popped back up, he could have ordered the hit. Of course, so could someone else. Teech was getting...bold towards the end of my time with him.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh, pizza' s here... Here you go. Dig in.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh sweet nectar of the gods!
A few minutes later:
Poppy (to Vincent): What do you want to do about all of this, honey? You said you wanted to find out who killed Alistair... I mean, we know who did the actual killing, but we don't know the reason. Is that enough or do you want to keep digging?
Vincent (to Poppy): I suppose it depends on how deep this goes, hun. I want to know, but this looks like it's getting stickier and stickier. Drake is rich, royal and well connected, even while exiled, and the O'Malleys are... Well, the O'Malleys. Heh. Of course, I get the distinct impression it's far too late to back out at this point.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, what's the younger Drake's name?
Vincent (to Poppy): Edward; sometimes he goes by Edward Thatch.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... I still have all my connections with the ISS, honey. I haven't given them my resignation letter, yet. I may not be a big fan of the royal family, but they ARE my royal family. I don't like people going around killing them. And, Alistair had his fault's but he was always nice to me whenever he came to the monastery.
Vincent (to Poppy): So we keep snooping then, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it might be better than sitting around waiting for them to come and get us, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I can't say that I'm not game, though at this rate, you might be safer with the ISS than with me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm not going to leave you to deal with this by yourself, honey... I'd be very upset if something happened to you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I certainly couldn't ask for better help than you. Heh. I've managed to go and make you fond of me, have I?
Poppy (to Vincent): I suppose you could say that, honey. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, that's good, 'cause I'm pretty damn fond of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm not sure I can handle all of this admiration, lover... oh, that sounds vaguely filthy... I like it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Well...Fair enough. I can go back to trying desperately to act normal around you. And failing, I might add. Or we can discuss who else wants to hurt us in horrible ways.
Poppy (to Vincent): You have acquired quite a laundry list of folks who want to do you harm, honey. It would be quite impressive if it wasn't so terrifying... And, please don't go back to acting "normal" around me, I actually like it when you say sweet things to me.
Vincent (to Poppy): You're in luck, hun. I'm not sure I could go back to normal if I tried. Hee hee. As if I started off at normal to begin with. Lord... how on earth did I manage to acquire such a Rogues' Gallery of people who want to do harm to my beautiful little body?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... probably because you're such a people person, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens. Maybe I should start acting like Eep. I'm fairly certain no one is trying to kill HIM.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god, please don't do that! I don't know if I could handle it, honey... I like you just the way you are.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee... Well, I... Uh... Goodness! I'm at a loss.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm sorry, but it's true.
Vincent (to Poppy): And I'm glad that it is.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... good. I have no idea why I'm feeling so awkward today.
Vincent (to Poppy): That makes two of us. At least I haven't started rambling non-stop out of nervousness.
Poppy (to Vincent): Why would you be nervous, honey? Having second thoughts?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no! Not in the slightest, hun. You have an uncanny ability to knock me more than a little off balance, especially... Uh, especially when you look at me like that. And sit close to me. Like you're doing right now...
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, I can move to one of the chairs, honey, but I like being close to you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I'm not asking you to move. I'm just saying you fluster me. In wonderful ways, of course.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Of course... I fluster you, huh? So, it would be bad, if I moved closer...
Vincent (to Poppy): I certainly wouldn't define that as "bad"... lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): I think I could learn to like that...
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I think I already like it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... heh. You win. I am now completely flustered...
Vincent (to Poppy): I wasn't trying to fluster you, hun. Truth be told, I was hoping you'd let me kiss you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I love you. Of course, I'll let you kiss me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh... Hee hee. Sorry, I suppose I'm still getting used to... ... ... ... Oh. Well. That's one way to shut me up. Feel free to do that whenever you want me to be quiet.
Poppy (to Vincent): Duly noted, honey... I have a feeling I'm going to need do that a lot. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I feel like I should complain, hun, but somehow I don't think I'll mind all that much.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm... there is one thing you could tell me, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): What's that?
Poppy (to Vincent): Tell me that you love me...
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh... I love you, Poppy.
