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Anne Bonny

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breaking it in!!!

[calicoat]

[ Jack, for his part, would be entirely content for the two of them to make their quota with each other, and carry on an illicit dom/dom relationship without being bothered by anyone...but that's not how this is going to work, is it? Aphrodisiacs are in the air everywhere you go, the deadline for them both to find a contract is going to loom larger as the weeks pass, and that Christmas party proved that if this place wants them to do something, it has its ways of forcing it.

And so. There is a reality they can both see, going unacknowledged, and seeing as Jack is by far the more talkative of the two, it'll be up to him to drag it into the light. The levee was already broken, as far as he's concerned, in another world, in another time, when Anne realized that she needed something Jack couldn't give, but the ground has crumbled beneath their feet since then and been replaced with something unfamiliar...and he's not sure how it changes things yet.

In his defense, he brings it up casually. No serious sit-down, 'we need to talk' dramatic inquiries. He's on the couch, feet up on the table and peeking into a bag of one of modernity's many small pleasures: potato chips. ]

Hopped into bed with any Submissives yet?

[ The smoothest. ]

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[ Anne stares at him from over the lip of her glass. She's tucked herself up in the lone armchair, which is a little too boxy and stiff for comfort but it's better than nothing. The look she throws at him is openly suspicious, but she has no real reason to be, not yet. Sometimes she's just suspicious in general, that's all. ]

No. Why?

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[ Anne's face is rather sour by default, but it appears even moreso, by a notch or two. Doesn't bother him. She's got to have thought the same thing at some point, he's sure. It's the nature of this place. ]

Simply curious, that's all. Before we set sail to take the gold, you made it clear to me that your business with Max was not merely a passing whim. You've got an itch that I can't scratch.

[ He says, between popping delicious, salty junk into his mouth, making himself sound silly, as to not sound accusatory, or worse, insecure about the whole revelation. ]

You need someone that can, and you need a contract, hence the question. Of fucking Submissives.

backdated....shortly after the event??

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[ It's a pretty normal night, which is welcome, after after getting caught up in that Shadow Ball, which was a little too much debauchery at once, even for Jack. It's nice to catch his breath, lounge on the couch with his head in Anne's lap and read a book - a history of this place from the library, that gives him more questions than answers.

Eventually, he puts it down open-faced on his stomach, and looks up at Anne. ]

I've been thinking about this contract business. I think I know who I'd like to ask.

[ Pending Anne's approval, or at least acceptance, obvious enough that it doesn't need to be clarified aloud. ]

One Cornelius Hickey...I met him at that party, before it dissolved into total madness.

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[ Anne's eyebrows lift up.

She'd been content just to sit here until they both decided to go to bed; she's trying not to think about anything, and it's going quite well, since she's focused almost entirely on the feel of Jack's hair as she sifts the strands through her fingers, but of course he has to break the silence, and with that of all things. ]

You met him at the party.

text;

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Charles is staying downstairs tonight. Thought I'd warn you.

[ And then, he realizes, it sounds like they're fucking. ]

He got himself beat up and he's being a cunt about it.

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by who

ATTN: ANNE BONNY

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❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 18140 Violation: Illegal Cohabitation + Sexual Deviancy (Dominant/Dominant) Fine: 1 week in Jail + 2 weeks Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

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[trigeminalheadache]

MEET CAITLIN SNOW, YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT BONDAGE AND RESTRAINTS!

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[ Anne isn't in the habit of checking her thing, her device, whatever the fuck it is. But Jack's had enough snippy comments to make about it recently that she's trying to at least glance at it now and then, when she hears it buzz from wherever she's tossed it. She stares at the message in silence for a while, brow furrowed as she chews the inside of her cheek.

Fuck it. A ship in harbour is safe and all. ]

go on then

talk about it

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[ ... What the fuck is this. ]

what the fuck is this

idk let's say....the day before the huaisang/javert wedding

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did you love Max?

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[ What. ]

what

voice; a couple days into Jack's arrest...

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Anne? Where are you? They put me in jail.

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[ Shit. Where she is can wait for now. ]

What'd they get you for?

voice to text

[chaz]

[just one day, apropos of absolutely nothing:]

want to throw things at an ugly tree I found

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yeah

where is it

@RACKHAM; nsfw in link

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[ Late at night, after this. ]

Charles send you anything unusual tonight?

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no

why?

gifting time - in person? otherwise? I'm not picky!!

[calicoat]

[ But you know he's treating his girl right since he's actually got money this year... Jack's got three separate packages for her, in order of size:

1. a leather jacket that is both bad enough to be worthy of her and also insulated. it gets cold as shit here forreal
2. a new knife with a nice handle that matches her eyes :)
3. a chunky ring that could also probably double as a weapon, in a pinch. ]

delivery

[starryeye]

[Outside of Anne's bedroom door on Christmas morning (the last day before Orla moves out, unbeknownst to them both), she'll find an expensive bottle of rum. There's a typed note tied to the neck with a ribbon.]

Insert generic holiday greeting here.

to: Anne
from: Orla

» delivery.

[achilles]

( a few days before christmas, and anne has a gift waiting for her at the neptune longue. in it, she'll find a very fashionable pair of shoes, and a note —

Happy Holidays, Anne.
Signed,
Ash Colchester. )

» xmas! (delivery) 🎄

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[ Anne gets a mixed batch of apricot/raspberry and lemon-glazed gingerbread cookies, as well as this pair of earrings... probably sent along with Jack at some point. A simple card is attached: ]

To Anne,
Merry Christmas.
—John

text; un: XsquirtyXgirlX; misfire plot

[starryeye]

[There's no actual text, but a picture. One Anne won't want to let anyone else see, and one she may have actually helped Orla take -- the line on her throat is still visible in it, and she definitely needed help from someone, for this angle.]