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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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[unas]

They're not fans.

[somebadnews]

Well, you did knock out a few of them.

[ He knew he should have killed those guards. ]

I guess I forgot to mention that you should lay low after a jailbreak.

[unas]

Apparently it wasn't for long enough.

I'll be fine.

[somebadnews]

Now you're perfectly comfortable in there?

[unas]

I wouldn't refuse a blanket.

[somebadnews]

[ Is she really asking... ]

I think the guards might notice someone smuggling one in.

Did you even fight back?

[unas]

Eventually, there are too many swords.

[somebadnews]

Sorry I missed that.

[unas]

The cage might be unpleasant but I'll be fine.

[somebadnews]

It's not the most productive use of your time.

[unas]

I know how to use it.

[somebadnews]

How's that?

[ Is she trying to spy on the guards, or what? ]

[unas]

I've been thinking about your briefcase, using a star map to try and chart our position and testing the barrier.

[somebadnews]

[ ...Huh. She already got ahold of a star map. ]

Any progress?

[unas]

( cough cough am sick )

I need some eyes on the stars.

[somebadnews]

[ If she dies in there. ]

Something to think about before you let yourself get caught again.

[unas]

( it's her one bad habit )

I'm starting to forget some of those briefcase ideas...

( trying to manipulate him into being useful? )

[somebadnews]

[ Sees what she's doing... but he did ask her for a reason. ]

I could probably spare a notebook.

[unas]

Thank you.

[somebadnews]

Anything else?

[unas]

Your notebook might be useful for something else.

There's writing in the cage.

[somebadnews]

[ That doesn't sound unlikely in a cell, but it's vague enough that he has to wonder. Quicker to just see it for himself. ]

I'll be by in a minute.

[unas]

( he saw her with a mild fever last time. you'd think it'd just be the once, right, but here she is sick again. and worse.

but she's stubborn and trying to truck on by like she's not sick at all )

I can't make all of it out. ( she starts as soon as he arrives ) But there are several names.

[somebadnews]

[ Five blinked by the guards easily, how she keeps getting stuck... He approaches the cage and wordlessly hands her a notebook resting on top of a thin blanket as he moves in for a better look.

Because one just happened to be available. ]

Names. Past prisoners?

[unas]

Prisoners or crew.

( she takes the notebook, writing in it the pieces that she can make out )

Have you heard of Samuel Vane?