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162 - hand on heart. heart still in jar. prognosis: Bad.
Ah-- I'm sorry I've not had a chance to make this announcement sooner, Comrades. Things have been... well, I'm sure you all know how things have been.
[Prefect's voice is a little raw right now, he's sitting on his bed, which is pushed up against the concrete wall of his cabin.]
I've been asked to act as interim warden for Edward Nygma until he's assigned someone permanently, so if there are any problems with his behavior, or if anyone has a problem with him that requires a wardens attention, then please let me know.
[He lifts a hand now, to rub it down over his eyes. He looks tired as hell.]
And-- I know after a port like that, this is probably a very foolish thing to ask, but Comrades, Brothers, Sisters... How are you all?
[The hand shifts around to cup on the back of his neck, and he stares at the communicator, his expression absent, if not unhappy.]
I know some people were able to help each other, while we were down there. Some people were just able to survive. There were a lot of things that I missed, or I couldn't focus on. So-- If anyone wants to talk about any of that, or... about anything at all? I'd be happy too.
Barron? Mr. Nygma? Please let me know how you're holding up?
[Private to Lua, maybe twenty minutes later]
WHY IS IT BACK IN MY ROOM?
[Prefect's voice is a little raw right now, he's sitting on his bed, which is pushed up against the concrete wall of his cabin.]
I've been asked to act as interim warden for Edward Nygma until he's assigned someone permanently, so if there are any problems with his behavior, or if anyone has a problem with him that requires a wardens attention, then please let me know.
[He lifts a hand now, to rub it down over his eyes. He looks tired as hell.]
And-- I know after a port like that, this is probably a very foolish thing to ask, but Comrades, Brothers, Sisters... How are you all?
[The hand shifts around to cup on the back of his neck, and he stares at the communicator, his expression absent, if not unhappy.]
I know some people were able to help each other, while we were down there. Some people were just able to survive. There were a lot of things that I missed, or I couldn't focus on. So-- If anyone wants to talk about any of that, or... about anything at all? I'd be happy too.
Barron? Mr. Nygma? Please let me know how you're holding up?
[Private to Lua, maybe twenty minutes later]
WHY IS IT BACK IN MY ROOM?
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[Asked automatically, because... it's the Marquis.]
And, I don't mean this, I mean the Barge in general. You don't get to feel safe here, but if you're a warden, then your first priority shouldn't be your own safety.
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[There's a lot more malice in his sarcastic sweetness than usual.]
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Did he survive?
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[Sorry Riddick, he knows he should be asking about your mental wellbeing, and he'll get there in a minute, it's just...
...the Marquis.]
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[And yet he sounds furious.]
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...It's a weird thing, being worried about your warden. The first time something happened to mine, and I had to try and help him, we didn't really actually like each other at all.
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How about fuck you.
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[Prefect falls quiet, and drops his arms back over his eyes. He doesn't have the energy to pick a fight over this. Riddick just wanted to run, and to take Renate out, and that's something he's entitled too without needing to share.]
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[And hulk in his room like a gargoyle and eventually fall asleep on him because fuck this, he's tired of emotional bullshit, especially his emotions. ]
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