Pirate Radio Station [afternoon]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me," Jack sang under his breath as he wandered aimlessly through the station.

That song wasn't playing right now, but that had never really stopped Jack from singing before. He stopped at the small desk where the squirrels dropped notes off and began replenishing the rum bottles with a new (if slightly watered-down) stock of booze.

At no point did Jack find any of these activities strange. It probably meant he'd been here too long.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]

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[fates_jaye]

This morning Jaye had found a tiny little notebook on the ground. Personally, for something this small without anything written in it, she figured she didn't need to track down the squirrel it belonged to.

Because of course it belonged to a squirrel. Who else but a squirrel would carry a tiny notebook?

If it hadn't been all the prodding from her damn purse, she definitely wouldn't have made her way down to the station with the book, calling, "Hello?" since she didn't know exactly how the schedules worked here anymore.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"If you're here because the radio ruined your nefarious scheme, exposed that you were cheating to your boyfriend, or hurt your tiny feelings, please fill out a complaint sheet to the right," Jack replied, not turning around.

There were no complaint sheets to the right, either.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye totally looked to her right.

"...Well now I want to do one for fun," she said, frowning.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"We take the complaint forms and feed them to the squirrels," Jack added helpfully. "Oh, are we out?"

Of the forms that had never existed.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm thinking they're just not real," she said. "Know why? Because squirrels only eat nuts and rum, everyone knows that."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"They take them and make squirrel nests out of them?" Jack tried.

Look, attractive women didn't just stop by all the time. He was a little rusty at the flirting.

[fates_jaye]

"I thought that's what they did with old notes." What, it made sense- "Do squirrels even make nests?"

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Never asked," Jack replied. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow and your voice sounds familiar...I don't pay radio broadcasters either, and there's another form for that."

There wasn't a form.

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not new," she said. "I'm Jaye. Tyler. I was kind of a big deal around here."

Maybe in 2007.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Reallly," Jack said slowly. "On the radio and everything?"

[fates_jaye]

"Uh huh. For like two years," she said. "It was before your time, I guess."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"When I arrived, there was a parade with elephants," Jack replied. "Dancing ones. In tutus."

Jack was a giant liar.

[fates_jaye]

"It was probably Fandom weirdness," Jaye stated.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"They just loved me that much," Jack insisted. "But if you were that invested in the radio, mayhaps you'd be interested in a trade."

[fates_jaye]

She eyed him, suspicious-like. "What kind of trade?"

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose you have a ship with a lot of sails hidden in your shirt?"

[fates_jaye]

"...No. Weirdest come-on ever, by the way," she said.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Do you have a ship of any kind?" he asked. "Or perhaps gold? Or rum?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye looked slightly weirded out, then reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of rum.

"I was told to," she said, like she was worried about being judged or something, rather than a fake animal telling her to do something like this.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, and it's not really terrible rum!" Jack crowed happily.

Which he would've drunk anyway...

"You give me the bottle, I give you the radio station. Do we have an accord?"

[fates_jaye]

"What, just like that?" she checked. "Rum for radio, that's how it works now?"

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Radio for really good rum," Jack clarified. "I've had land under me feet far too long."

[fates_jaye]

"Well, I guess..." she said. There was this responsibility theme going lately. It was freaky. "Wait, do I get paid then?"

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack grinned at her. "Advertising revenues, wench. Look into them."

He reached into the desk for a set of keys. "I'll get me stuff and be out o' yer hair in no time at all!"

[fates_jaye]

"Need any help?" she asked, with the tone of someone who was really hoping he'd say no because ugh, helping people voluntarily.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack scoffed at her. "Like I'd let ye see where I've buried my treasures."

[fates_jaye]

Way to perk her up, Jack. "Are you sure? Because I really don't mind..."

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"No, I absolutely insist that ye not help me in the slightest," Jack replied.

[fates_jaye]

"Can I watch?"

See what you did?

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Of course you can't watch," Jack said, giving her a look. "What manner of terrible pirate do you take me for?"

[fates_jaye]

"A selfless one?"

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"No such thing," Jack informed her.

[fates_jaye]

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she shrugged.

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "No, no I can't," he said. "You'll be a good honorary pirate."

Beat.

"But ye can't have me hat."