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[draculabutbackwards]

On balance, I'd say I feel the same. Certainly the barge doesn't have any advantage over the place.

[The levels of chaos, a few outbursts aside, seem rather lower, and the overall nonsense about the same. And it's certainly more aesthetically appealing.]

The only thing I'd change is knowing where the fuck Hunter is.

[He remains rather unsure about the entire system of wardens and inmates, having chosen most of his friends among the latter and generally little interest in the former. If Hunter were just his inmate, he probably wouldn't care. But.]

Even if I could be sure he was put with Father...

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. And Kyoko.

They're probably together. We're a good solid chunk of people here; they clearly didn't want to split us up.

[His knife nicks the fish's organs, which spray a little gunk in his face. Trevor makes a disgusted groan in the back of his throat]

Anyway. Do you care either way?

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian, who despite having lost all his finery but his boots and sword on account of time and pirates, is still the sort of person who keeps handkerchiefs about, offers him a slightly grayed but tidy square of fabric.]

Between the two, I'd choose this one, but not by much. Unless someone has a way for us to actually get that information, bringing ourselves back to the slightly less pleasant barge and starting from there probably holds the most promise.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor looks at the handkerchief, then snorts and uses his sleeve]

Thanks. I'm all right.

He's losing his..

[Trevor trails off, spotting something shiny and red among the dark blues and blacks of the starry net]

Hey. See that?

[draculabutbackwards]

[He opens his mouth to argue and decides it's better to just remember which bit of Trevor is now fish guts territory. Probably most of them will be, soon enough.

He turns his attention obediently.]

Looks promising. Take a break before you put that knife right through another eggsac?

[One of them could snag it alone quite easily, but an expedition sounds like a more amusing break.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He snorts, rolling his eyes but puts the knife back in its sheath. Trevor starts to crawl down the net, one careful foothold after the next]

Yeah, yeah. You know, of the two of us, one of us can float.

[draculabutbackwards]

This is the thanks I get for trying to make it fair? For that, I'm taking the fish eggs. They're mine now.

[But he does resist the urge to just fly over.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Prick.

[He shimmies down into the bottom of the net, rooting around for the little red thing he saw amidst the fish, slipping when he gets one under his boot and goes down on his backside. Trevor grunts, but reaches down and seizes a...carved little red bird.

Well. This was worth getting his pants soaking wet for.

He turns and shows it to Adrian, waving the arm he's holding it with up high.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian considers floating over to him, but while it would be very funny, it would almost certainly get dead fish thrown at him, so he does it the mortal way, only cheating a little when he could have slipped and opts instead to hover for a second. Something niggles at him, but he's not that quick on the draw.]

Well, distinctive. Significant, do you suppose, or just a bit of art?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Don't know.

[He looks it over in his hand, sniffing]

God, it stinks of magic.

[draculabutbackwards]

You can catch that through the fish?

[He catches himself before he compares Trevor to a dog. This time.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Because it reeks. Have a sniff.

[He holds it up under Adrian's nose]