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[deloreandriver]

Characters: Marty, Open
Setting: Library
Format: either I'm good
Summary: Marty has a lot of thoughts on his mind
Warnings: n/a

This is Marty.

This is Marty with arms folded and head bowed.

He appears to be thinking very hard.

He's sitting on a chair next to a table with a book on time theory in front of him.

He is also mumbling to himself.

There is a piece of white paper with math scribbles and dates on it.

Bother, pester, ignore?

Comments

[deloreandriver]

[Whoa. Way to spook the kid. Wait... was this guy an old time sailor?]

Uh... I was doing some math to figure out something.

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack arches an eyebrow, sashaying a little around to see more clearly what Marty's working on.]

And what'd that be, lad?

[deloreandriver]

[He picks up his pencil and starts poking about at some of the maths on the paper.]

I left my world in October, but I showed up here in May. Now it's October again so I'm turning eighteen in December, but my birthday's in June.

So I'm kinda figuring out a Tower Time system.

[Pause]

I was kinda looking forward to turning eighteen. But being in this place...

[andajarofdirt]

Well, the way I see it, you've got two options.

[deloreandriver]

What's that?

[Color him curious.]

[andajarofdirt]

You pick one calendar and start counting from there, which might or might not end up with you having a new birthday. Or,

[And Jack grins a mischievous grin.]

You can just get a party in December, one in June and maybe one in October, too.

[deloreandriver]

[Tilting his head at that.]

...not a bad idea.

[andajarofdirt]

Lad, Captain Jack Sparrow has never had a bad idea in his life.

[deloreandriver]

Captain, huh? [But he seems a bit more cheered up now.]

[andajarofdirt]

Aye.

[And a very self-content grin.]

[deloreandriver]

So where's your ship?

[andajarofdirt]

...had to rub salt into the wound, didn't you.

[deloreandriver]

Uh... sorry. I was just wondering where they put it in the Tower...

[andajarofdirt]

[Dryly.]

In a bottle.

[deloreandriver]

At least you can keep an eye on it? Eh heh...

[Marty jokes. Not funny.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Just. This look.]

[deloreandriver]

[This one right back.]

[andajarofdirt]

...you're really bad at this, aren't you.

[It's not a question.]

[deloreandriver]

Yep.

[Sigh.]

[andajarofdirt]

Oh well, at least you're honest about it.

[deloreandriver]

So Captain, where are you from?

[Subject change!]

[andajarofdirt]

You mean like, geographically speaking?

[deloreandriver]

Not necessarily. There's some people from other worlds...

[andajarofdirt]

Well, you could say I'm from the sea and be done with it, honestly. But I suppose if you wanted to be strict, the Caribbean narrows it down nicely, yes?

[deloreandriver]

[Interest perked!]

So you're from Earth's Caribbean? What year?

[What? Marty was a time traveler.]