33 - SNAFU

[umgekehrt]

[To his vast and generous friends filter.]

Who out there remembers the barge and knows I am?

... Or who doesn't, hopefully, is the more exclusive answer.

[Private to the Marquis]

Donatien-?

[Equal parts hopeful and concerned]

Comments

[filter]

[trenchcoatedly]

Hello, Chief Stildyne. I do not believe that I'm affected by this flood, although I suppose I wouldn't realize if I had been.

Re: [filter]

[umgekehrt]

I'll take it on faith, if you like.

[Sort of a wry joke there.]

It's always awkward, this. Folk not remembering, being so different. Hell but if we could just fly straight a month together.

Re: [filter]

[trenchcoatedly]

[Ha, he gets it. It is met with an mildly entertained twitch of his eyebrow.]

It's important to start somewhere.

It doesn't seem dignified to have our personalities twisted so.

Re: [filter]

[umgekehrt]

And undignified is the best one can hope for most of the time.

Well, glad to see you're your usual self.

[Careful, Stildyne, he might start to think you don't hate him.]

Re: [filter]

[trenchcoatedly]

[Well, you could just ask.]

And I you.

Usually, I find the intention is to share information we are not usually giving with, or cover the 'what if' situations that mark monumental decisions we make.

I don't believe these floods are random, either.

[filter]

[umgekehrt]

A little ham handed, though, isn't it? And sometimes they do serious damage.

Re: [filter]

[trenchcoatedly]

The Admiral may be a being of immense power, but I don't think it was ever taught or learned subtlety. Additionally, as a being of no small might myself, I can assure you that the extra effort to do things with a small footprint generally seems unnecessary. It's arrogance, if nothing else.

[Private]

[scentbombed]

Wotcha, Stildyne?

[Private]

[umgekehrt]

[As yet unaware Stildyne go!]

Well that's a relief. Your inmate still herself, all hands accounted for?

[Private]

[scentbombed]

Oh, yes... my inmate. Well, she's a big girl, she can look after herself.

[Private]

[umgekehrt]

[Brow?]

Well, likely enough. Just be careful-- these floods can lead a body to misery.

[Private]

[scentbombed]

Only if you're in them. If you're not, I reckon it's a good time to nip round the pub.

[In the absence of one Carrot Ironfoundersson, someone has found herself spending a lot more of the last seven years with Fred Colon and Nobby Nobbs, light and hope of the Night's Watch...]

[Private]

[umgekehrt]

[He feels that perhaps something's wrong, but there's not enough to go off of. Between 'something stressful has happened and I'm smiling until I can drink it off' and 'flood affected' and 'just generally feeling unwell' there's little guessing.]

This evening, once you've checked in? I've been thinking a general social drink might be a good thing at that.

[HEARTWRENCH IS GO?]

[lastmanstanding]

[It's Hoffman on the video but it's a much paler, much-much more fit Hoffman. All he has to do is exercise in his room or in his rec hour. There's something beaten back in his eyes and he looks...surprisingly hopeful. This said friend so...This guy was a friend?

Another cop maybe? Or someone else?]

...Have to say no. Friend. Sorry. You uh...

...Shit. You with a crew? Were you on the transfer from the island too?

[He feels bad. so bad.]

[both heartache and migraine, all together.]

[umgekehrt]

I'm a local warden, Mark. [Stildyne scrubs a hand across his face.]

You're not looking well. When did you eat last?

[/HUGS FOR STILDYNE FOREVER]

[lastmanstanding]

...You know my name.

[He doesn't look pleased by that, but swallows it down] I uh-I left. My room. I'm sorry about that I thought they dropped me off somewhere wrong. And I ate before we left warden-sir. Chow with the rest of them.

[They would not let him eat in his cell.] Can't say I wouldn't mind it again. Federal Space Prison sure is cushy.

[umgekehrt]

I know your name; it's a long story. What say we get you something to eat and some sunshine.

[Look, something he can Do. He prefers to Do things.]

[lastmanstanding]

...Sunshine?

....Can we have yard time in space sir? [He sounds really excited by the prospect] Honestly just glad for a...private shower.

...Will you put me in the hole for leaving without an escort? [Someone has not read his communicator. please be kind]

[umgekehrt]

Look, Hoffman-- this place isn't the prison you were in. For your stay here, consider yourself in a fairly liberal psychiatric facility. You won't get dropped in our brig for infractions of protocol that don't wind up with yourself or anyone else hurt.

I'll swing by your room, get you to the cafeteria.

[Private] - Text

[impure_tale]

A message for me? To what do I owe the honor?

[Private] - Text

[umgekehrt]

Besides my general tendency to loom over your shoulder and wonder how you're doing? Oh, no reason. [He's not quite sure if that was 'Brachi, why are you bothering me' or 'who are you supposed to be?'. The Marquis' occasionally ...contrary nature is making this difficult.]

[Private] - Text

[impure_tale]

You must have me mistaken for someone else, mon ami. Though I have been a popular man of late, there have been fewer looming gazes than I should like.

[Private] - Video

[umgekehrt]

[... Well that answers that.]

One of my lovers is Donatien Alphonse Francois, Marquis de Sade.

The flood being as it is I understand that he and you aren't precisely the same person. How's Renate taking it? Have you taken her out, fed her?

[Private] - Video

[impure_tale]

[He's somewhat surprised once he has a look at Stildyne and he doesn't do a good job of hiding it, but he relaxes and cracks a smile.]

Am I not to wait for my meals in my cell? Hers as well?

[Private] - Video

[umgekehrt]

No. We help ourselves at the mess, though I don't mind showing you were it is. And she must be getting near complaining: she'll need to walk outside.


[Launch into productiveness now: talk about it when the flood's done.]

Mind if I escort you in the CES? It can be a bit of a shock the first time.