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The Perk, Sunday morning

River had felt the need for coffee and apple cake, as well as getting out of the dorms, so the Perk had seemed like a good place to go. She sat at a table by the window, sipping her drink and taking occasional bites of her cake, while focusing on making a complex pattern of sugar on the surface of the table.

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Romeo's head was rather full of Juliet this morning, and, as such thoughts put him in a distinctly unholy frame of mind, he opted to skip church and get breakfast instead.

After getting his espresso and croissant, he spotted River and took a seat near her. "Good morrow, pirate queen," he teased, but a little tiredly.

[OOC: She's free to read him, he's probably blaring emo all over the place.]

River raised an eyebrow. She would have teased him back, but the state of his mind made her decide not to. "Not a queen. Not yet. Need a crew for that." She smiled.

"Of course, I should have thought of that," Romeo answered lightly. "Where might you find one, though?"

"Among the grieving ones looking to the stars, perhaps," River said, sipping her coffee. "When you think that life has nothing else to offer you join a pirate crew and find a new one."

Romeo blinked at that; the girl's words were hitting a little close to home, and it was eerie.

"But are there enough ships to hold all the sad ones?" he asked. "The oceans should be full."

River seemed to consider this for a moment. "A ship might come in the shape of something else," she said eventually. "And the life of a pirate might give life a new light." She smiled. "Like the stars. When the light reaches us the source might be dead. We see it and bring it back to life."

"And like the stars, the dead are always there, though sometimes out of sight and unthought of," Romeo nodded. "But jumping on a ship would not make them go away." Not, he thought, if going across the country didn't.

She shook her head. "Not the point. They're still there, like the stars, but other people grow close. On a ship you depend on them."

"And your crew, if they do not replace those lost, stand in for them," Romeo said. This was making sense, in a way.

He looked down at his drink. "An island might be rather like a ship."

River gave him a warm smile. "A ship in disguise. But I don't need to be a pirate queen."

"We'd be poor pirates indeed if our ship wasn't hidden," Romeo mused. "And no, not a queen." He studied the girl. "A friend, perhaps?"

She nodded. "Would prefer that. So who would I stand in for?"

He mentally ran down the list. Not Juliet, not least because he could not see someone else in that role. And not Benvolio or Balthasar. If anyone, she reminded him of Mercutio, with her way of speaking in riddles, but it felt as dishonorable as replacing his wife to replace Mercutio so soon.

"Could you stand for yourself?" he wanted to know instead. "Even if I am looking for a new crew, people are not so easily replaced as cogs in a machine."

Laughing softly, River said: "Hoped for that answer."

"Then I am glad I gave it," Romeo answered honestly, some of his dark clouds starting to lift. "What about you, are you also looking for a new life?"

"Got one when I came here. Now I'm looking for a new one for when I leave." As his mind lightened, hers grew darker at the thought of this. Then she shook her head. "Need to look for the present moment too."

Romeo hadn't even thought about what he would do after high school, and he was actively choosing not to think about it. "The present might be all we can control, anyhow."

"If we control anything, yes." She smiled again, and took another bite of her apple cake.

[Sorry for disappearing, had to sleep]

Thought patterns were the only warning before--

"Hey, River."

Kerrigan slid into the opposite seat with a cup of coffee balanced in her hands.

River looked up at Kerrigan and grinned. "Morning."

She settled in the chair, sipping her coffee with clumsy grace. Just woke up. "Haunting the Perk this early? Tell me it's not me being a horrible influence."

River looked amused. "Haunting the Perk early is bad?"

"Some people would say so." She leaned back in her chair. "Don't listen to them."

"Won't." She sipped her own coffee.

Kerrigan gave her an important nod, smirked, and toasted her with the coffee. "To early morning coffee."

With a laugh, River joined her in the toast. "Tell me about your plans for the day."

"The usual," Kerrigan replied, after sipping some of her coffee. "Work out, ship out, clock out. You?"

She shrugged. "Will talk to Bob."

Now there was concern. "Do you need backup?"

"Not this time. Not in the library." She gave Kerrigan a smile of thanks over the rim of her cup.

"If you're sure." Kerrigan's cup of coffee halted for a moment, just by her lips, before she took a sip. "Just keep an eye out."

She nodded. "I will." Then she giggled. "Won't mention blonde wigs this time."

"Might be the healthy choice." She paused, smirking. "But not the funniest one."

"Will keep that for later," River replied, taking another sip.

"Good strategy," Kerrigan agreed. "Gotta keep 'em waiting."

"Save the good parts for later," River added with a giggle.

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