Welcome to Gaia! ::

Claude gave something of a whistle at that answer, and then rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "I'll be honest. I couldn't imagine being here for five years. I've only been around a few months and it's insane." She moved to the side a bit as Jack moved to sit in his chair, and instead took to leaning nearby on the desk, peering down at him now.

"So I've been told." About the high turn over rate. She wasn't sure how to feel about that yet, especially considering her less than stellar hit rate at the moment. "Heh. I'll keep it in mind. Thanks for the advice." There was a pause, and she decided she definitely liked talking to him, and would continue to pick his brain.

"What do you do for entertainment around here?"

A brow rose slightly at the mention of a bar, but then she decided that she shouldn't be too surprised. Instead Claude nodded a bit as he listed off different things. He liked using Twitter too, huh? She hadn't made it onto that yet, and she wasn't sure she wanted to, to be honest. It was worse enough she had to keep running into everyone on an almost daily, why would she want to see and talk to them on the internet too?

"I see...for favors I take it?"

"It's curiosity." Claude replied with a smirk. "But I don't think it'd hurt, either." To offer, that is. Jack seemed way more than competent, and he didn't grate on her nerves within five minutes, like some people (Cee), so it was a good sign. It was a good sign this could be someone to...be able to go to.

Wait a minute.

Claude was now wondering what she had exactly agreed to as she stared at the offered clipboard and then stared at Jack. The look on her face very much are you for real? Regardless, she took the clipboard, and it seemed she was being dismissed. The trainee pushed herself off of his desk, and then tapped her new pen on top of his head like he had done to her when he first approached.

"That I do." She said in parting, before she left.

Won't Stop

He actually let out a peal of laughter when he saw the paper boats again that day—yet again becoming he quirky highlight of an otherwise boring day. Rather than toss the armada in the trash, Jack plucked each of the boats up and stashed them away to bring back later. For what purpose, he had yet to divine, but he had no doubt one day he'd find some use for them. Maybe to highlight someone else's day.

Claude's form was filled and left under her room door; naturally he had taken the time to look her up since their meeting. It was even done in green ink for fun.

• Your skills in terms of piracy
  You will need to dictate to me what scope of piracy you mean, as Deus is an army and does not often employ piracy as a necessary skill. I am, however, adapt at drinking and lying if it suits me, and I do have a code I adhere to.
  
  
• Your preferred title
  Your Highness, though I will also take Captain Jack or simply Hawthorn.
  
  
• People to contact in case you need a babysitter
  Abbi Killian, Ian Rahal-Nazari-Parish (yes that's his ******** name), Shiloh Parish (blame this a*****e), Finn Connor, Ripley Crowell, Chelsea Craft (He had paused adding the last one, then decided that for the sake of numbers and in case someone was busy, it was best to have more; not to mention it was a small show of how many connections he had.)
  
  
• Your room number
  Disclosing this seems like inviting trouble. Let's keep the shenanigans away from my room.
  
  
• On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate yourself in terms of being attractive?
  More attractive than can be measured on any scale, let alone one so miniscule.
  
  
• If you had a ship, what would you name it?
  Not sure but The Harlot Queen sounds good right now. I'd call her my personal HQ.
  
  
• How likely are you to cause a mutiny?
  Low chance as long as the command knows what it's doing and order is kept.
  
  
• Anything else you think I should know and maybe I'll read it
  You can start on coffee delivery duty starting Monday. I like hazelnut without sugar or cream.