You sit outside the convention for a number of hours, muttering black words to yourself, when somebody approaches you. You look incredulously from the 'Hi, my name is Marie' tag pinned to their chest, to the gold-toothy grin and mascara-laden eyes.
"Oh no."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your acquaintance!" Marie exclaims, doffing her tricorne hat at you. For a moment, the pirate Lord is replaced with a mousy girl doffing a plastic tricorne hat with woolen dreadlocks attached, but she returns the hat to her head and the illusion is restored.
"A TF hat? You're an idiot. Where's Martin so we can leave?"
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