quince: ghosts. backdated to thursday, accidental on the video.
[Video clicks on. The communicator is on the floor, in an open bag, and you can see Caesares struggling with a door handle for a moment, then giving up and leaning against the door, and he speaks softly and quietly, in Spanish.]
Who are you? [pause, like he's not sure whether this is a good idea.]
I know people here probably seem quite upset towards you or want to disturb you somehow. I think you've scared them, to some extent. They're used to all sorts, but not something like this. [He sighs, and drums his fingers on the door knob,]
If you're trapped here - if you've been brought here - I know it must be for a reason. Something terrible must have happened. A memory which can never fade, not even now. I know it probably wasn't your fault. People like you [there's conveniently garbled transmission here] are more likely to be tragedies repeating themselves, old men with unfinished business, those who had their lives ripped from them, than malevolent.
I think, though, it can seem like that, to them. If you can hear me, and it makes sense... [he hears a noise and you can see him turn around in surprise,]
If that was you, please don't think we mean you any harm. If you don't mean us any harm, we won't do you any. But please, from me to you, scaring people will do no good.
[He tries the door for a second time, and after a momentary struggle, it opens. He picks up the bag and the video shuts off.]
[Private to Iago]
I did not know if you would be informed - Dr Lewis has been found. He was being held by another inmate, and his warden is taking care of matters, I believe.
[SPAM FOR JIM]
[After Caesares heard of Jim being released, he rushed down to meet him, and quickly got him back to his own room. He wanted to sit him down and make sure he was alright, and apologise for not finding him sooner. Even if it hadn't been long, he felt guilty for not instituting a search earlier. So he shut the door behind him and turned back to face him.]
I'm sorry, Jim.
((ooc: Caesares doesn't realise he broadcast anything publicly. So feel free to BAFFLE THE HELL OUT OF HIM.))
Who are you? [pause, like he's not sure whether this is a good idea.]
I know people here probably seem quite upset towards you or want to disturb you somehow. I think you've scared them, to some extent. They're used to all sorts, but not something like this. [He sighs, and drums his fingers on the door knob,]
If you're trapped here - if you've been brought here - I know it must be for a reason. Something terrible must have happened. A memory which can never fade, not even now. I know it probably wasn't your fault. People like you [there's conveniently garbled transmission here] are more likely to be tragedies repeating themselves, old men with unfinished business, those who had their lives ripped from them, than malevolent.
I think, though, it can seem like that, to them. If you can hear me, and it makes sense... [he hears a noise and you can see him turn around in surprise,]
If that was you, please don't think we mean you any harm. If you don't mean us any harm, we won't do you any. But please, from me to you, scaring people will do no good.
[He tries the door for a second time, and after a momentary struggle, it opens. He picks up the bag and the video shuts off.]
[Private to Iago]
I did not know if you would be informed - Dr Lewis has been found. He was being held by another inmate, and his warden is taking care of matters, I believe.
[SPAM FOR JIM]
[After Caesares heard of Jim being released, he rushed down to meet him, and quickly got him back to his own room. He wanted to sit him down and make sure he was alright, and apologise for not finding him sooner. Even if it hadn't been long, he felt guilty for not instituting a search earlier. So he shut the door behind him and turned back to face him.]
I'm sorry, Jim.
((ooc: Caesares doesn't realise he broadcast anything publicly. So feel free to BAFFLE THE HELL OUT OF HIM.))