The Beach, Sunday Morning

[cunningkingfish.livejournal.com]

There was nothing glorious about Captain James Hook's departure from Neverland. The last words of 'I Want My Mummy' would not strike fear into the hearts of Lost Boys for generations to come.

There was nothing glorious about Captain James Hook's arrival in Fandom, either, as the two events happened quite, quite one after the other. Thankfully his magical transportation left him on the beach, and not hovering temporarily above it to fall ungracefully to the ground. No, Captain Hook, terror of Neverland and nightmare of Lost Boys arrived in Fandom on his back, his face a picture of absolute terror.

At least, for a moment.

When he realized that he was not, in fact, carried off into that great and awful inevitable, he stood up, he brushed the sand off the back of his magnificent pirate coat, and made sure his hat (and wig) were on straight. He patted his pockets to make sure everything was all there, and discovered two things he'd not expected at all. A pouch of his well-earned pirate gold, a good full pound of the stuff, in one pocket. The other, an envelope with two quite curious letters inside. After putting on his reading glasses, he discovered one was a rental agreement, an apartment in his name. The other was an employment contract of all things, to teach at a school.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Not one to leave himself at the mercy of the unknown, the fine Captain Hook set off to find his way to either of these new and mysterious destinations. He had his pistol and his sword, so he wasn't afraid of anything that may come at him.

Unless there was a giant crocodile around. That would definitely scare him.

[ooc: Mainly establishy, but open too!]

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Shelley loved a lot of things, most of them pink, but high on her list were drag queens, so when she saw one out on the beach during her morning run, she had to stop and make friends!

"Oh, hello!" she called out, jogging on over and grinning like a loon. "Fabulous wig!"

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It wouldn't do to murder the first person he met, so after reflexes almost brought his hook up above his head, he carefully just used it to wave, instead.

"Madame, I can only say that you have a magnificent eyesight," he said, going over what he could say in his head. "But I perhaps think that maybe you could keep this fact a secret between you and I, I would be very, very grateful.

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Shelley, of course, had made a number of assumptions, many of which she was presently re-evaluating as she jogged in place and looked him over. "Well, you're not like any drag queen I've ever met," she stated. "The mustache is really odd, but it does complement what you've done to your eyebrows."

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"I assure you, I am not dragging anything, or a queen," Hook said. He gave a little flourish of a bow. "Captain James Hook, pleasure to make your... acquaintance."

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Shelley stopped jogging in place and gawked for a moment. "Oh my god! New Year's must have been quite the bender! Are you just now making your way home? Did you go to a costume party? I wish I had been invited. I love a good costume party! Are you lost? You must be lost..."

Shelley is an outward processor.

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"Lost, perhaps," Hook said. "I take it this is January the... something or other?"

Time ran weirdly in Neverland.

"A direction towards the school would be most helpful, if you'd be so kind."

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"This is January something," she confirmed with a nod. "And the school is that way." She pointed in the school's general direction. "It's hard to miss."

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"Ah, yes, so I see it now," Hook said. "Still, good to be pointed in the right direction. After all, can hardly navigate by the stars in broad daylight."

Though she'd not been too helpful on the date, really. "So I must thank you, madame."