Okay. He can do this. He can do this. He's spoken with her before, surely he shouldn't feel so anxious.
But there's just something about a well-dressed, faceless woman that gets to him. How did she lose her face? Did she ever have a face? Did the Captain take it from her? Did he mean to?
Is all of this the end of some ill-thought-out bargain? Is this just another game?
"I'd like to speak with you about planning an event. I recently received a suite of magician's tools from Sundries, and I think I'm now equipped to put on a proper performance. Would you mind if I reserved the theatre for the start of September? And would you permit me to put up promotional flyers around the ship?"
"I see. Well, in that case, I suppose I'll get to work on the posters. I understand you're a very busy woman, Ms. Friday, but I do hope you might be able to attend."
"Ah, now that, I believe I am uniquely capable of. Very well. I'll see about working those tricks into my show, if they're ones you're particularly interested in seeing."
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But there's just something about a well-dressed, faceless woman that gets to him. How did she lose her face? Did she ever have a face? Did the Captain take it from her? Did he mean to?
Is all of this the end of some ill-thought-out bargain? Is this just another game?
He rings the bell, and puts on his winning smile.
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[she says, while being a homunculus.]
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[you know. real magic.]
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"Well then, thank you for clarifying things, Ms. Friday. I shall take my leave."