001 // public, video/text // all aboard the failboat

[meanstwin]

[ The initial shot is a close-up of a dark-haired man in his late twenties with a freshly-washed face and an absolutely baffled expression. He's tapping nervously at the keys on his comm, and under the bottom of the feed runs what appears to be an American telephone number with a 509 area code. The feed runs up the side of his face to blackness

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[with_my_teacup]

I got bad news and worse news.

still video, but like he's trying to use the comm as a phone

[meanstwin]

[ He doesn't recognize the voice. ] ... who is this?

[with_my_teacup]

...someone with a real good view of your ear canal. Back it off, tough man.

My name's Riddick. Fellow inmate aboard a rehab-facility they call the barge. And I'm betting Carol ain't here.

[So is this guy the best actor in the world, he's wondering, calculating-- or does the Admiral really just drop kittens in the shark tank like this. Because really. This seems kinda cruel.]

[meanstwin]

[ This is the real life, Riddick. The view shifts again, to a vague swinging shot of the room around him - a mostly-bare apartment living room, as if it's just a house rather than a real home. ] How do you know where I am? This looks like my place, well mostly but...

[with_my_teacup]

Stepped outside recently?

[meanstwin]

Can't. People will know I'm home. Though you probably don't know who to tell, right? [ Obvious steps being taken, part of a door at a dutch angle as he stands at the peephole. ] ...this is indoors.

[with_my_teacup]

[Why, that might almost be a flash of sympathy and worry for this schmuck. If Riddick weren't a soulless monster with no feelings blah blah skullfuck you in your sleep blah blah.]

Yeah. It's a starship. The barge. That's the worse news.

[meanstwin]

[ incredulous, hesitant ] ... then what's the bad news?

[with_my_teacup]

That call? Ain't getting through any time soon.

[meanstwin]

...oh god.

[with_my_teacup]

The food's a lot better than the last prison I was in. And the COs are all sweet as pie. It ain't so bad.

[meanstwin]

Prison? I mean, I... I know what I did but...

[ Thomas is going to be introducing himself as a bartender if yes. ]

[with_my_teacup]

Nah. Rehab facility. Any place doesn't even have a lockdown curfew doesn't get to call itself a prison. [He sounds a little like an irate hotel critic]

[meanstwin]

... rehab from what.

[with_my_teacup]

Well I know for me it's probably all the homicide, but I don't know what you're in for.

[meanstwin]

It... I... I think I have an idea. But it's prison. Just with a different name. [ It's more of a question than a statement. ]