Log - Ethan and Josiah ; Closed
Who: Ethan Rayne and Josiah Bartlet
Where: Ethan's room
When: LAST NIGHT, back when I was supposed to be writing this log, sorry for the wait!
Warnings: None. They are having a nice cup of tea!
It had taken longer than he'd expected. Upon arrival, Ethan had gotten on fairly well with a few people. There'd been Mr Saxon, Elle, Ralph (the degenerate that he was), and there'd been Andrew. Oh Ethan had liked Andrew. Then some of them left, some of them tried to kill him (and the rest of the Barge for that matter), and others had just sort of drifted away. He barely even saw Ripper any more, and... well, the truth was that while he'd been dedicatedly keeping up a veneer of smug disinterest in the comings and goings of the barge, emerging only to occasionally take a jab at the other inhabitants... Ethan was getting tired of it. He'd been here for months, isolated himself, had no interest in redemption and little faith in the capabilities of others to force it on him and all of it had manifested in... well... pretending he was a warden.
Because god knew he wasn't doing so well as an inmate.
Still, he was curious to meet Mr Bartlet, if only because his months with Angel had been so inactive. He really didn't want a repetition of that, and he doubted he'd get another change. So tea it was. Ethan switched the kettle on his bedside table on to boil, and considered (in a moment of distantly remembered etiquette) that his room wasn't really quite right for entertaining guests. Still, it was the best he could do, so he searched the small closet under the kettle for mugs, while he awaited his new wardens arrival.
Where: Ethan's room
When: LAST NIGHT, back when I was supposed to be writing this log, sorry for the wait!
Warnings: None. They are having a nice cup of tea!
It had taken longer than he'd expected. Upon arrival, Ethan had gotten on fairly well with a few people. There'd been Mr Saxon, Elle, Ralph (the degenerate that he was), and there'd been Andrew. Oh Ethan had liked Andrew. Then some of them left, some of them tried to kill him (and the rest of the Barge for that matter), and others had just sort of drifted away. He barely even saw Ripper any more, and... well, the truth was that while he'd been dedicatedly keeping up a veneer of smug disinterest in the comings and goings of the barge, emerging only to occasionally take a jab at the other inhabitants... Ethan was getting tired of it. He'd been here for months, isolated himself, had no interest in redemption and little faith in the capabilities of others to force it on him and all of it had manifested in... well... pretending he was a warden.
Because god knew he wasn't doing so well as an inmate.
Still, he was curious to meet Mr Bartlet, if only because his months with Angel had been so inactive. He really didn't want a repetition of that, and he doubted he'd get another change. So tea it was. Ethan switched the kettle on his bedside table on to boil, and considered (in a moment of distantly remembered etiquette) that his room wasn't really quite right for entertaining guests. Still, it was the best he could do, so he searched the small closet under the kettle for mugs, while he awaited his new wardens arrival.