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[badform]

[Hook's first night aboard the ship wasn't very eventful, to be honest. The second night was much the same. And now we find our handless friend with a conundrum. He removed his harness to bathe and now he'll need to get back into it.]

Well, isn't this quite the problem.

[Momentarily, he's forgotten Smee isn't here.]

MR. SMEE!

...

Forgive my shouting. Would anyone here care to lend a hand?

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[missmimmi]

Do you need help?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Indeed I do.

[missmimmi]

Oh, well, with what?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

With the harness for my hook, a simple matter.

[missmimmi]

Oh.

[What]

Well then.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Is this offer for you assistance?

[Otherwise you're wasting his time.]

[missmimmi]

[Okay this isn't what she had in mind. She doesn't want to be anywhere near a guy with a hook okay]

Um.

[Pause. Something shatters in the background]

Oh dear... Oh, I am sorry. There seems to have been an... incident. Some other time. I do hope you get your... hook taken care of.

[Oh god okay CLICK]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[congrats, Hook. You nearly made a giant ninja turtle jump out of his skin.]

...Erm. Did you need help?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

Aye. I do. The harness for my hook is difficult to get in and out of alone. Would you care to lend me a hand?

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Your hook.

[that wasn't weird at all.]

Um, sure, I suppose. Do you need me to come to you...?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

If you wouldn't mind. If I'm not mistaken, I am on deck 5. Room 8461.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[Meeting a strange person in his own territory? Don is so bringing his staff.]

Right. I'll be there shortly, then.

[and he's one deck lower than Hook. Shortly is short.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Don'll find that Hook's door isn't even shut properly. And if he happens to glance through the slightly ajar door, he'll see that Hook is actually laying face down on his bed and his handless arm is dangling over the side of the bed.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[slightly ajar doors are typically bad business instead of invitations, and Don reaches up to wrap a hand comfortably around his makeshift staff as he peers in.]

[Blink. Missing hand, that's...ouch. Huh. Don knocks lightly on the open door with his free hand and wonders a bit late if he should have let this guy know he was a giant turtle.]

Excuse me, sir? You said you needed help?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[Hook doesn't stir initially. Not to the knock at least. When he heard Don speak, he didn't bother lifting his head and only motioned for him to come into the room. When he spoke, it was muffled by the pillow.]

Indeed. I'm afraid I do not know your name, to thank you properly.

[Of course, Hook's idea of a proper thank you sometimes included a hook in the gut. Fortunately, he doesn't have the right equipment.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[That is very fortunate indeed]

[No screaming yet, though the fact the man hasn't looked up is a bit...odd. Worrisome.]

[Still, no screaming is a plus, and Donatello steps lightly into the room to venture a bit closer to the bed without removing his hand from his staff]

My name is Donatello, and it really is no problem. You are...?

[he glances around for the hook]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[When he finally stirs, Hook sits up, his back to Don and stretches. He finally shifts around and his brow furrows at the turtle. But whatever he's thinking is quickly and quietly dismissed. This is, after all, a man who comes from a world full of mermaids and fairies and boys who never grow up. Giant talking turtles weren't THAT unusual.

He points to where the harness is.]

Over there, Donatello. I am Captain James Hook.

[And with a poof, a dunce cap appears on Hook's head. What the devil?]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[Seriously. The lack of screaming from these people is throwing Don off so badly.]

[Still, he smiles in what he hopes is a friendly manner as he goes to snag the harness.]

Okay. Pleased to meet you-

[Fortunately for Don, he didn't get to the "Captain" part of that and froze at the appearence of the cap, the harness dangling from his hands.]

Er.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

[He felt the length of the cap then tried to tug it off. But the blasted thing was attached to his curls. Just great. He waves his hand at Donatello as he eases off the bed.]

Shall we?

[Maybe if he ignored it, it wouldn't be that big of a deal.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[there was a. Erm. dunce cap on his...]

[Right. Ignoring. He could do that. Donatello looks away from the cap and steps closer to Hook, shifting the harness around in his hands and glancing at it once to figure out the straps. Then he gestures for the handless arm.]

Right. I haven't put one of these on before, so please excuse any clumsiness.

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

You'll be forgiven.

[Hook just nods and turns his back to Donatello. He slipped his arms into the harness and settled his wrist into the contraption that held his plastic hook. Ugh. Donatello is no Smee. But he'll do. He reaches for the leather strap to secure it in place.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[Knowing that the hook is plastic (of course he'd checked while he'd had the chance - hooks reminded Don a bit too uncomfortably of the Shredder), Donatello is patient and mostly unconcerned, and holds the harness as steady as he is able while Hook secures it.]

[He can't help but be curious, however.]

Are these types of prosthetics common where you come from?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

I suppose, though, to my knowledge I am the only one in Neverland with it.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Hm, really? What is Neverland like? If you don't mind the question, that is.

[Don's studying the harness carefully with his eyes, endlessly curious. It's obviously not something from modern times, but it seems well put-together, too.]

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

A dreadful place, full of dreadful people.

[Nevermind that Hook is among those dreadful people.]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

[...ouch]

Ah. I'm sorry about that.

[not much else he can say, really.]

How long have you been here?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

It will be taken care of as soon as I return.

[Hook doesn't seem all that interested as he smooths what he can of his curls with his hook.]

Three days by my count.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Welcome, then?

[Donatello glances to the door then back.]

Did you need help with anything else?

[floreatetona.livejournal.com]

No, I think I'm fine for now.

[Hook taps his plastic hook against the nightstand then turns to nod to Donatello. He never really said thank you, did he?]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

All right, then. Please feel free to ask if you need anymore help.

[Don nods and reflexively bobs down in a slight - a very slight - bow before he steps toward the door.]

[Cautious turtle that he is, he isn't comfortable enough to turn his back. Still, he tries to keep it from being overly obvious as he moves to leave.]