VIDEO - Joint posts, have you noticed that I love making them?

[saveme_barry]

[Hello Barge, have some video footage! Some video footage, specifically, of the following piece of writing, scrawled across the common room wall, in big, friendly, glow in the dark letters

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is walking not far from the common room when the message goes out on the network. He expects it to be more barge business taking care of the aftermath of the blackout, or, at worst, someone making another drearily earnest speech that they felt had to be shared with the whole bloody ship. So when the "advertisement" shows up on his screen, he freezes in his tracks and his eyes widen.

That's *his* inmate the idiot humans are maligning. And his (well, public) common room they're defacing.

Narvin turns around and marches to the common room door. He enters the room and promptly starts coughing from the horrid smell of the smoke.]

[getlostforever]

Shit! [At the sound of footsteps, Neil quickly drops the joint and covers it with his foot. Habit. Like pot's even illegal on the Barge. He gives the newcomer a neutral, if slightly challenging look.] Hope you're not here to answer the ad.

[Which is pretty rich from somebody who's got his own ad for services somewhere, but hey. It's kinda hidden. Inmates only. Not like this guy would know.]

I am spending too much time trying to figure out if Narvin could get high from the second hand smoke

[timesbureaucrat]

Hardly. I--

[Then he notices the face of who he's talking to. That face (younger, but still the same face), combined with that advertisement is an unfortunate combination. He takes a few seconds to pull himself together before he speaks again.]

Is that puerile twaddle what passes for witticism in your mind?

And what have you been burning in here?

... I desperately want the answer to be yes :ccc

[saveme_barry]

Yeah, sorry to disappoint you mate, but Neil and I are both tall and swan like and don't consider chickens to be acceptable legal tender. [Nathan slings his arm around Neil's shoulders loftily.] So you're gonna have to take your hunt for dirty stumpy fucking elsewhere.

[He smiles innocently]

Incense. We've been like, meditating or whatever.

SECONDED.

[getlostforever]

[Neil doesn't even know what "puerile twaddle" means, so he just gives Narvin a look of PURE TEENAGE DISINTEREST and shrugs. Nathan's cover sounds good enough, so he just goes along with it.]

Trying to clear our heads after all the fuckin' trauma.

I think I've gotta do it. (Also, I just realized the pun in subject line. "Joint posts")

[timesbureaucrat]

I am *not* here for... [He was getting off track. *He* wasn't the one whose actions had to be accounted for.]

"Meditating" were you?

[As he speaks, Narvin looks for traces of chalk dust on their hands, sleeves, and the fronts of their shirts.]

And you had nothing to do with that...thing, [he nods towards the writing] but decided to meditate in this room anyway because crude pornographic writing creates a relaxing atmosphere?

YAY! And god that wasn't even deliberate... /facepalm

[saveme_barry]

Well we were already meditating before we found it. We turned down the lights to get all contemplative and thoughtful and shit? And there it was!

[Nathan gives a massively overblown shrug, and yeah, his sleeves are glowing pretty brightly right now.]

Who knows what pot does to a Time Lord nervous system. (aka I will be making shit up)

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin darts out his hand to grab Nathan's wrist and raises his arm until the sleeve is eye level. He quite deliberately looks at Nathan, then the glowing chalk dust on his sleeve, then back to Nathan.]

Of course you did.

[He keeps a very tight grip on Nathan's wrist with one hand and holds out the other hand.]

Give me the chalk.

[The smell is even stronger near the boys. He blinks once, slowly. His spatio-temporal senses are...distinctly off. They're telling him that it's yesterday evening and the wall is split in two dimensions. Which he knows is complete rubbish. Thinking that it's a temporary Barge anomaly, he tries to dismiss the odd mental signals and focus at the task at hand.]

CRAVINGS FOR BAKED GOODS!

[saveme_barry]

[Nathan squirms his arm, trying to get it out of Narvins grasp]

Oi! That is not appropriate or invited touching, and I do not consent to it!

[Not that he's got any really major objection, in fact he seems to find this hilarious.]

I'm not giving you shit, you creepy old fuck! You'll have to take it by force.

[This is declared with a LOFTY NOBILITY, and Nathan flings his free hand across his face in a false swoon.]

A SUDDEN APPRECIATION FOR THE MUSIC OF THE GALLIFREY ACADEMY HOT FIVE

[getlostforever]

[As soon as Narvin grabs Nathan, Neil slips out of Nathan's chummy embrace and leaves the other boy to his fate. LITTLE DOES NARVIN KNOW: the chalk's in Neil's pocket. Thanks to the weed, he actually finds Nathan CHARMING AND WITTY right now, and so Neil snickers a little. Enjoy it while it lasts, Nathan.]

Think we could cry warden abuse and start another riot?

[timesbureaucrat]

["You'll have to take it by force" is not a good phrase to use on alien special ops bastard.]

If you insist.

[He spins Nathan around with quite a lot of force, pushes him hard against the wall, and starts going through his pockets...and gets about one second into his search before he stops and begins giggling uncontrollably.]

[saveme_barry]

[Nathan lets out a YELP OF APPARENT REGRET as he's spun around and shoved against the wall. Oh. Oh he knows where this is going, he's seen Sleepers enough times to know what happens to beautiful delicate young men in prison when they're in this position.]

Hey, what're-- get your hands away from my arse, you smug pedo bastard! Go buy your own fucking chalk!

[Not that he actually had any chalk. Wait, was the warden... was he giggling?

...

Well that was really creepy.]

Is someone having a little episode?

[He moved to try and edge out from against the wall.]

[getlostforever]

[Neil decides not to join in on the pedo commentary, since it strikes a completely different chord with him, and he instead edges towards the doorway to make his own getaway, chalk in tow, when... Giggling? A distraction! He jerks his head towards the door, giving Nathan a silent and covert cue to run for the exit.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin can't possibly let Nathan's accusations slide.]

I'm not molesting you, I'm...

[Another burst of giggles.]

...searching you. For evidence. Chalk.

[And now his spatio-temporal senses are telling him that it's teatime next Friday and that the floor is fifty feet away and moving at a velocity of 950,589 meters per second. He staggers back a few steps, sits heavily on the ground, and giggles again.]