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[unas]

( if you'd have taken a bet as to which starfleet officer ended up in the brig first you wouldn't have come out with this one. the fact that she's now back in the brig-- she's starting to really hate superstition )

Anyone that's allowed on deck want to tell me which direction the ship's pointing? Or what you see up there?
I'll even trade a story, something from your home for one of mine.

( she'd even take a story about the things that people have seen here but she's info seeking, find out where people are from, maybe when... she can't help the pirates but she can still be busy.

you could also potentially assume that she's a little bored )

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[techmaturgy]

Ok? I'll break you out.

[unas]

I've done that before. Unless you've got somewhere to put me they'll not notice?

( except she didn't stay in one place so-- )

[techmaturgy]

The women and the sick are sharing the four private quarters, but something tells me that's just as bad as the brig, for you.

[unas]

I tried the women's quarters. I didn't like not knowing where we were going.

[techmaturgy]

Have you considered tying your hair up and putting it under a cap? Posing as a man?

[unas]

( bitch, please, her hair's too good for that )

Do you have a hat?

[techmaturgy]

I can probably liberate one. You'll want baggy clothes, too. Layers. Something that keeps them from looking too closely at your face.

[unas]

I'll take it.

[techmaturgy]

I look forward to seeing you in disguise.

[He is going to bring her, just, the worst hat possible.]