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"No, you don't understand-" Cairrean starts to insist, only to be cut off by a bellow.

"I think that YOU do not understand, RECRUIT! You have signed up for the two-week Naval Boot Camp Cruise!"

"But I..."

The redcap drill sergeant roars, "NO BUTS, RECRUIT! You have paid for the real boot camp experience and you will RECEIVE the full Boot. Camp. EXPERIENCE! We have left port and will not be docking for TWO. FULL. WEEKS!" The female grump is short and stocky, barely taller than the clurichaun, but she makes up for it in sheer volume and terrifying intimidation.

"I'm supposed to be on a beach cruise-" She whines, and is cut off once more.

"Shut it! And you hear me, try to hide from your scheduled activities one more time, AND YOU'RE ON LATRINE CLEANING DUTY!"

Even a Clurichaun, able to vanish in the twinkling of an eye, finds that her abilities are less than effective when she is unable to escape the confines of a vessel that is already miles from shore.

Cairrean is not sure HOW her cruise ticket got confused and she boarded the wrong- very wrong!- ship, or why the Fae who is running the cruise is not willing cut her any slack, but it looks like she's in for a rough couple of weeks.
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"Dirk, we're breaking the 4th wall here to see how you're going to react to your brother and Dagmar being together again."

"Again?" A blink "Oh yeah, they had a rough year I guess, with that redhead chick in the way. I guess I'll just say 'good... you're wimpy and need protection, better her than me' to him"

"And when you're NOT in front of them?"

"Make fun of it, of course. He's an Ace, and I think she's a Lesbian. So who the fuck knows how that works, but when my mom can't hear? Clearly Dag's strapping it on and doing up the Acehole, wherever that is. "

"Thank you, you're a truly terrible person some days, and that was most fitting for you"

"I do what I do what I do" SHrug

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