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11th Key: You are...not a pirate...

[Action A: 7134 Brooks]

[The house is surprisingly quiet, without the hum of Galleon engines overhead. But why would there be that? This is the house of the Marvelous family! Your average down-on-their-luck family; father working hard at the barely-paying job. See him now? He's picking up the paper as breakfast is getting ready. Anyone inside, or on the streets can come up and say hi.]

[Action B: L'Déplaisant]

[Marvelous is working hard for once, getting food out to the lunch/supper crowd, his head beginning to twinge in between tables. But he'll still have a smile on his face as you call him over.]

[Action C: Phone]

[Marvelous will be in agony by this point, having found a certain large piece of cardboard in his front closet, along with that strange red coat. He needs someone to talk to about it: anyone he can.]

H-hey....any of you...know what's going on?

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Ranger...keys?

[And with that prod...the headache starts.]

Yeah, Ranger Keys. [Ogod there's more headache.]

[Achingly, he'll shut the key, revealing GokaiRed's figure.]

Where did these...urgh!

[With that jolt of pain, it'll fall to the ground.]

You okay there? [She went to pick it up.]

I...think your headache's contagious. It'll be safer to just call...

All right. Sounds good then.

Y-yeah.

[He'll stumble towards the window. Maybe some air will help.]

H-hey where's my ship?

[Wait...]

Ship? What ship?

Ship? [She goes over and looks into the sky, frowning.] You okay? You're contradicting yourself... And yeah it's not here...

I'm a bit...confused. That's all. I need some breakfast.

[Leaving the window open, he'll make his way to the table again.]

... [Silently, she went and joined him. There was something going on, but ow, not having fun here.]

[No fun at all. And the meal...]

Nnngghh. I forgot that she can't cook....

You don't remember that this is the reason why I cook everything?

Sorta. It's fuzzy.

[And his brain throbs again.]

Oogh... [And now her head is starting to pound even more fiercely.] I think I need to lay down...

I think I might join ya in that. Thanks for the meal.

No problem. [And she'll stumble back up the stairs for bed.]

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