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[kikoku]

[There's a bit of a hesitant pause, before;]

I do feel like we can say with a relative amount of certainty that there is some sort of higher power in Taeum, presumably the Highest One that Angrial refers to, and they seem, based on what Finn and I sensed, to have an Orb. I'm not sure what that means for reports of the orb potentially being in Sedorum, but frankly, this whole situation is bullshit and if there are in fact two orbs or two parts of one whole orb that we have to figure out a way to combine, I wouldn't be surprised.

In any case, this is Trafalgar Law, reporting in that Daisy, Finn, Cora and myself have been branded traitors and taken into custody for attempting to breach the area where the orb is contained. I don't have access to my abilities and I assume the same goes for the other three.
[A long pause where Law presumably just silently ruminates on the fact that he has ended up in Heaven Jail and really of course this would happen.]

This is not a request for a rescue, simply something to keep in mind as work to find the orb continues. As well as a test on my part to confirm that our comms are still functional from in here.

[ETA: Despite what Law says there is now an OOC plotting post re: potential jailbreak ideas.]

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[callada]

[Oh there it is again, that overwhelming warm feeling that is pride in Law's actions and also that strange feeling that comes with being complimented so sincerely. He's still not used to hearing things like that, and over in his cell he just gapes wordlessly at the air before he can think his thoughts into an audible message over the comms.]

That's a big thing, though. That must mean the world to them, that you were willing to find a place for them. All I did was look after you, but you've got - how many again?

[In a way, he knows he did what he did partly because Sengoku took him in, too. So Rosinante can't claim to take credit, not really. One act of kindness leads to another.]

[kikoku]

Nineteen in total, though some of them just joined because they wanted to. I've also had ten years to collect them, though. And no orders from other people to worry about.

[So obviously if Rosi had the freedom to do so he could have collected more wayward children if he'd lived!!!!]

[callada]

Nineteen. That's a good size. You must all get to know and trust each other well.

[Much better than the battleships crewed by hundreds of Marines, or even the pirate gangs of eighty or so which always seem so prone to infighting and chaos. Nineteen. Just enough, almost.]

Twenty's a nice round number, though.

[kikoku]

Well, it's twenty including me. But yeah. I wouldn't let someone I didn't trust onto the Polar Tang. It's hard to find shipwrights who are qualified to do repairs on it.

[Yes it's definitely about the ship and lets not talk about how soft Law is in how many weirdos he's collected.]

[callada]

Good thing you trust me, then.

[Since that's what he meant by his previous comment - he'd make crewmate number twenty, if they work all this out right. Daydreaming of better times helps with the whole jail thing, at least for right now.

Maybe he'll find a chance in their between-mission downtime to use the simulation room to learn a little about submarines. Got to be a better use of his time than burning rice.]

[kikoku]

[Law blinks, having not realized that was what Rosi meant but in retrospect of course it was.]

Ah. Yeah, of course.
[He's of course thought about it even as he's tried not to. But now that they're in jail there's not much else to so, so...]

... You'd have to take orders from me if you joined the crew, you know.

[callada]

That's all right. You seem like you're pretty good at giving them, considering all you've accomplished.

[Though yes, that said, calling Law his captain is a little funny in his head. It'll take some time to get used to that idea, because while Law is every bit the capable, skilled individual he's grown to be, sometimes Rosinante still can't help but see that struggling kid who he needs to protect.

But those things don't have to be mutually exclusive either. Isn't it the crew's job to protect their captain, and each other?]

We'll see how it turns out. But even if we escape Minion together alive and well and manage to follow along the path you've otherwise already kept for yourself, I wouldn't want to be any sort of leader, myself. I might be a Commander, but it's all just formality.

[kikoku]

[Law snorts at that assessment because he feels like it's being based on very little, but he's not really going to argue. For one reason or another, the one thing his crew is generally pretty good at is following instructions. Except Bepo, sometimes. He's lucky he's cute.]

I hope it's possible. If we get to remember the current course of things it shouldn't be too hard. I guess if we don't it's not like I'll remember the crew I'm missing, but... Until we know more, I'm not willing to throw them away even in my mind.
[In which case he's going to keep talking as if they would stay the same because he's stubborn.]
Jean Bart was a captain himself before he joined us, so you'd hardly be the only one. Ermine will inside you wear the same uniform as everyone else, though. He's pretty fixated on the idea of a "unified aesthetic" for everyone besides me.

[callada]

[That's a completely fair decision. Rosinante isn't convinced things will all go similarly enough for Law to repeat everything he wants to keep, but it's also important not to lose hope.

He smiles as he listens, and hopes it comes through well enough in his voice.]

Not the first time I've had to wear one. What's the uniform?

[kikoku]

A white boiler suit with our Jolly Roger on it. Though Bepo's is orange and mine is black, so I feel like yours could be a different color too if you want.

[Sure Bepo's is different since he's the first mate and it's not like Rosi could also be the first mate but... listen, he has to have special privileges.]

[callada]

Fun. I'll think about colors. Can I keep the hat?

[A boiler suit. Well, they're probably pretty comfortable, right? It's a wild departure from what he's used to wearing, but that doesn't mean it's bad. His life is due for a lot of changes.]

[kikoku]

Of course. A lot of the crew have hats, actually. It'd hardly be fair of me to say they aren't allowed.

[Given his own iconic hat.]

[callada]

[Sounds good to him. He's come to like the silly hat, after all. It's his Cora-san hat and no longer has anything to do with playing a part of Doflamingo's ridiculous made up court of officers.]

All right, another question. Can I smoke on a submarine?

[kikoku]

[Oh this is a good question.]

Uni and Clione would know better than me, but I feel like the answer is no, based on how the air has to be recirculated when we're submerged. That said, we don't typically stay submerged for extended periods of time. The Polar Tang can sail like any other ship, and it has a small deck.
[He pauses, before adding.]

That said, it wouldn't hurt for you to cut back a little, Cora-san.
[AS A DOCTOR, HE HAS TO SAY THIS.]

[callada]

I've had to cut back almost the whole last two weeks. It's the absolute worst. Never cutting back again.

[All right now he's just being petulant, but there's a reason he asked about smoking before a lot of other things. Withdrawals aren't fun.]

[kikoku]

Fine, but then you better hope I'm feeling charitable enough to repair the eventual damage to your lungs.

[AS IF HE WOULD LET ROSINANTE DIE.]

cw: the eye one is the worst tbh

[callada]

You mean all that's real, though? Because sometimes the packages Viveca gets in come with these weird warning labels. I'll show you next time that happens.

[That's right, it's not just the standard surgeon general warning, it's these grotesque things that the Ximilia keeps picking up for him. But hell, he's not blind and he's not having any babies and his lungs are fine, right?]

[kikoku]

Wh-Yes? Why would you think putting a bunch of smoke into your lungs isn't detrimental to your health.

[Law's been learning about the human body since he was like five so this feels obvious to him.]

[callada]

Because lots of people smoke and they seem to be just fine? Why's smoke any worse than anything else you breathe? It just goes away.

[Rosinante is quite smart about a lot of things, he really is, but also he's a product of a very mixed bag when it comes to life, and a whole bunch of Marines haven't always set the best of examples.

Anyway, he believes Law, but he'd like an explanation.]

[kikoku]

Have you heard of poison gas.

[DEADPAN.]

[callada]

[Well, that's hardly fair. His blank expression, directed at the wall, mirrors Law's tone of voice.]

Yes. The stuff that makes you cough and gasp and die. Doesn't quite seem like the same thing, does it?

[kikoku]

My point is that just because gas will dissipate doesn't mean it can't hurt you, Cora-san. Technically, alcohol is poison too. But as long as you smoke or drink in moderation, the effects are fairly minimal.

[callada]

[Alcohol's a more obvious poison, but he won't protest. He's been drunk. He's seen how badly people can hurt themselves when it's overdone. Has anyone ever overdosed on cigarettes? That's nonsense.]

So what's moderation, for smoking?

[This whole conversation is making his withdrawals worse, he swears. He'll have to smoke like eight at once when he gets out just to make up for it.]

[kikoku]

...

[Well. He likes to consider himself a realist. He has to keep in mind how much Rosinante normally smokes.]

For you? I don't know, five a day?

[callada]

[Maybe he shouldn't have asked, but he knew he wasn't going to like the answer anyway.]

...

Guess I'd burn myself less.

[So this is not a "yes definitely going to cut back," but. He might think about it. Maybe.]