On the street outside MHA, Sunday morning

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Jake had woken up early, and gone to the Perk to see if they had any coffee left. Luckily they'd managed to find enough that he was currently sipping a hazelnut mocha. He might have tried going without coffee for a night, but he hadn't liked it much. If he knew what it was, he might have described his resulting mindset as "knurd". But he didn't, so all he knew was that today would have coffee. A lot of coffee.

On his way to the Perk, he'd walked past the MHA, and he'd recognized the place. Not the appartments, particularly, but the place itself.

So now he was standing on the street, drinking his coffee, and thinking about the Great Post-It War of 2005.


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Wonka had finished his inspection of the Sweets Shoppe, but that didn't mean he'd finished his inspection of ALL the candy on the island. It was important to be thorough in these matters. He paused as he saw the man drinking what was to his eyes definitely a candy kind of beverage.

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Jake gave the man in the top hat a wary look. There was something unsettling about the way the msn was eyeing his coffee. "Hi?"

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"Greetings!" Wonka was far too cheerful for this early in the morning. "I see you are enjoying your candilicious drink!"

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"Candy-what?" Jake said blankly. Far, far too early for this.

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"Candilcious!" Wonka repeated. It was possible that the inspection had involved extensive taste testing of sugary products until very late at night. Or early in the morning. However you wanted to look at it. "May I ask where you obtained your wonderful drink?"

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"At the Perk," Jake said. It was a pretty good coffee, but Jake wasn't sure how the strange man could tell that by look alone. He decided not to ask. Anything. At all.

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Barbossa tilted his head at the apartments. "That used t'be our old house, aye?"

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Jake looked over at the pirate. He looked older, but still somehow entirely himself. Must be a pirate thing. "I think so, yeah. Good times, huh?"

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"Aye," Barbossa said. "Began me radio career in th' attic. No idea how I managed t' navigate th' equipment."

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"It was an impressive set up," Jake nodded. He remembered his one time on radio in unfortunate crystal clear recall. He blinked, then frowned. "I also seem to remember an awful lot of random shrubbery and strange wild life around our place in the night time."

The curious incident of the shrubbery in the night time?

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Barbossa looked shifty. "I know naught o' the shrubbery."

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"U-huh." Jake managed to turn that U into an entire saga about sharing a house with Barbossa and the pirate radio. ...And random shrubbery.

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Barbossa shrugged. "Ye be much older now. Mayhaps yer brain is playin' tricks on ye."

Pirate-y liar, he was.

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Jake definitely didn't buy that. His memories were coming back very nicely, especially those early months in Fandom. But, well, pirate. What did he expect?

He changed the subject. "I haven't seen a bunny with an eyepatch around, have you?"

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"No, and I've been lookin'," Barbossa said. "That Logan always were a wily one."

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Jake nodded. "I kind of feel like I should've brought a post it to stick to the house. Just for old times sake, you know?"

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Barbossa threw back his head and laughed. "I be forgettin' about those!"

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"Was that the only way we spoke for those months? I don't remember any more." Jake was grinning at the memory of the fridge covered in post-its in every colour of the rainbow.

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Barbossa laughed again. "Fairly sure it t'was, aye. Me crew certainly doesn't do that fer me."

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"You have a crew?" Oh right, pirate. "...Are they squirrels?" That was a perfectly reasonable question. "Maybe if you bribed them with rum?"

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"Some of them are squirrels," Barbossa admitted. "It be better than women in the crew! They be bad luck."

Elizabeth Swann was terrible luck.

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Jake didn't know about Elizabeth Swann (and might in fact have agreed with Barbossa if he did) but as a person who sometimes was a woman, he frowned at that. "I'm sure women can be excellent pirates. Good, you know, pirate-y instincts and whatnot. Rum-drinking?"

Rum drinking did seem to be a very important part of pirating.

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"She burned the rum."

Better believe that got around fast.

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"She didn't!"

That was shocking behavior from a pirate!

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"As a signal fire o' all things," Barbossa sniffed. "Real pirates learn t' lash a couple o' sea turtles usin' the hair from their backs."

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Jake nodded slowly at that. To be honest, he would probably have done what Elizabeth did, but in loyalty to old Housemates (and because he assumed that rum was to Barbossa what coffee was to him - lifeblood), he said, "what a terrible person. I guess maybe she was shunned by the sea turtles for her actions?"

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Barbossa sighed heavily. "I wish. She became King o' the Pirates. It's a very long tale."