A day in the life: Malcolm Tucker

[f_ckitybye]

Who: Malcolm Tucker
What: "A day in the life", originated by Rycca for Rube. See also Morgan and Dean.
Where: Various locations all over the Barge.
When: Some day early this week, before the flood hits.

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5:00 PM - Almost Kitchen Nightmares time

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[On his arrival in the kitchen, Malcolm follows the same procedure with ritual precision: remove jacket and tie and put them on a hanger, roll up sleeves, and don a full-length apron. And with that he dives into the prep work for the night's shift.]

5:00 PM - Almost Kitchen Nightmares time

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon pushes open the doors, strolls in and snags an apron from a hook on the wall, slipping it over his head and tying it around his waist. Once it's on he walks over to the sink and starts washing his hands.]

And what delicacies are we serving this evening?

Re: 5:00 PM - Almost Kitchen Nightmares time

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[Having washed up, Malcolm is busily dicing onions.]

Spaghetti with marinara or meat sauce. I'm on the marinara.

[talldarksaviour]

Lovely. I'll start on the meat then.

[He walks over to the counter next to Malcolm and grabs a couple of onions as well.]

So, have you given any thought to our... conversation? [He pitches his voice just loud enough to be heard. Inaudible to the anyone else working in the kitchens.]

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[Malcolm doesn't really look at Damon, but keeps his voice similarly low as he talks.]

Enough to know that getting this lot pointed in the same fucking direction is going to be like managing a fucking herd of spastic feral cats.

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon gives a twist to his lips]

Got that right. [He chops in silence for a little longer.]

It's no use flailing blindly, we need some sort of game plan.

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Plan, definite goals, aftermath planning, yeah.

[He sweeps the onions into a pan that's been heating on the stove; they sizzle cheerfully, covering up the conversation.] I hear rumours there's been some fucking noise before, yeah? Be interesting to know who all ran that.

[talldarksaviour]

Noise?

[He's not really sure what he wants out of this. Mass murder isn't really his style, but then he doesn't think Malcom's angling for that either. But the Admiral has released inmates before. People up and disappearing off the barge. There must be a pattern somewhere.]

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[Malcolm gives the onions another stir and glances around quickly. In a low voice:]

Riot.

[He starts opening tins of chopped tomatoes as if nothing else interesting were happening.]

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon grabs a pan, adds a splash of oil and begins frying the onions.]

I did hear something about that. [He reaches over for a bulb of garlic, peeling a handful of cloves and chopping them finely, wrinkling his nose at the smell.] But. [He glances over at Malcolm.] Didn't the wardens go crazy or something? Evil?

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[Malcolm shrugs.] Seems to have been a couple of incidents. Reckon we need to get the real fucking story from someone.

[He nods in West's direction.] Him, f'rinstance. Been around for a fucking dog's age as far as I can tell.

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon looks over.] It's worth a try.

[He walks over to the fridge to get the meat, absently licking a spot of blood from his finger.]

We need to get into those warden only areas, [he says when he returns.] See what they've got hidden up there.

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[Malcolm checks the onions and gives them another stir. Not quite there yet.]

You hear much about what's up there? Pub, of course. And that fucking CES thing. I hear they've got a fucking spa, for Christ's sake.

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon snorts.] Yeah, I heard about that. Oh the stress of dealing with us inmates.

I heard they confiscated weapons from a few inmates. I'd be interested to know where they keep them.

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'S a funny fucking thing. You'd think there'd be a fucking weapons locker or some shite, aye? You heard of any such thing?

[talldarksaviour]

[He shakes his head.] Though... [He notices his onions are burning.] Shitshit.

Wasn't there some stuff stored in zero? [He frowns.] Could've sworn I saw something down there.

[He gives the onions a final stir, and turns to Malcolm.] One thing's for sure, they'll be well protected. Magic, locks, tech. there's enough wardens from enough universes to cover them all.