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?

Comments

[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...

[private]

[buywithme]

Come take it back! I don't-- Sister, I am not ready to die again yet...

[darknessb4me]

I thought you already had one.

[spam]

[surrenders]

[sup Prefect, she doesn't want Ladd to kill you again either, even though she doesn't know what him having killed you a second time means for anyone involved]

[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?

[buywithme]

I do, and Barron is still my first priority, but Mr Nygma sort of... asked me?

Anyway, if/when he gets murdered, he should probably have someone lined up to ask the Admiral for him to be brought back, so now he has me for that.

[buywithme]

I'm sorry to hear that. Did you make it out of the port in one piece?

[buywithme]

Just because he needs somebody to bring him back from the dead and get him things, Comrade. It isn't the same as you and me, Brother.

[spam]

[buywithme]

[Prefect is still pretty clearly worn out as heck when he opens the door, but he's holding the jar in his hand awkwardly, and offers it to her before even saying hello. As if catching his own rudeness here, he frowns a little sheepishly, and steps back into the room, to invite her in this time.]

Sorry, Sister. Having this thing just... pop back up like this is really creepy.

[insolubleriddle]

[Edward can never not tease how unobservant you are, Arthas.]

His assignment as my interim warden ejected Barron from his warden item.

[insolubleriddle]

For menial things. [Hand wave.] Don't fret, I won't step in on your territory.

[IMPLICATIONS.]

[spam]

[surrenders]

[A quick, nervous nod, like she really wants to get out of here, but she steps in, studying his face with a halfway look like maybe he knows what happened.]

You don't know how it got here?

[with_my_teacup]

I lived.

[Pissy pissy pissy. Getting real fucking tired of prisons he can't get out of.]

PrefectJacked

[buywithme]

So I guess you survived the port all right, Mr. Nygma?

[NO IMPLICATIONS ALLOWED.]

I think you and I should get together at some point to see how you've been doing since your demotion.

[buywithme]

Sounds like you did better than a lot of us did then, Comrade.

Would you like to talk about it at all?

[with_my_teacup]

No.







Yeah, maybe. Lemme in the CES, the Marquis has been recovering and the dog ain't seen trees for a week.

[spam]

[buywithme]

[Prefect shakes his head quickly, folding his arms, as if he's cold.]

It was here when I got back from the infirmary. Maybe longer... I just... I don't know, Sister.

[buywithme]

Ah, sure. I'll meet you on deck whenever you're ready.

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick and Renate are waiting at the CES door. Hard to say which one's more impatient.]

PrefectJacked

[insolubleriddle]

You're in charge of reviving me from the dead and keeping me stocked in toiletries. Getting together would be working overtime, and I dare not ask that of you.

[A very long version of 'lol no'.]

PrefectJacked

[buywithme]

Fortunately, Comrade, you don't have to ask because I am asking you.

I'll take you to the pub?

Spam

[buywithme]

[Prefect shows up pretty shortly after, and although he's still kind of aching from his death toll, he sets his shoulder against the door and pushes through so that Riddick can go past.]

Hello Comrade. Hello Renate.

PrefectJacked

[insolubleriddle]

You should really direct this towards Barron.

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

Hey.

[Renate wags at him.]

We'll be back in a minute.

[One stride, two, and then Riddick is off at full speed, Renate with him.]