162 - hand on heart. heart still in jar. prognosis: Bad.

[buywithme]

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?

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[private]

[surrenders]

[oh no she didn't realize it was gone in the first place, she didn't think anyone would break in and take it, but clearly that's what's happened]

It is? I haven't let anyone in here who knew about it, it shouldn't...

[darknessb4me]

I thought you already had one.

[with_my_teacup]

Been better.

[Which is to say pissy as a cat who stepped in a puddle. Wet feet wet feet wet feet.]

[sharpememory]

Um, what? You're my warden. Why is he borrowing you?

Private

[chlorophylliac]

...

Nygma.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

Quietly recuperating. Better now that I am home.