23 - [Written]

[sonotahunter]

Well, now that most have had a chance to either ruffle or settle their metaphorical feathers, a return to the traditional carnage and mayhem of our little coop is in order, yeah? A riot, perhaps. I don't think we've had a proper one while I've been here. Murder gets so blase after a certain point. Murder in the most familiar sense in any case. Show

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[cantblameagirl]

Your handwriting is terrible.

[sonotahunter]

Hmm. I will admit to temporary affront. It's not a bad start. Perhaps I'll make your pen explode over your fingers.

Who might I be seeking vengeance upon, anyway?

[cantblameagirl]

A suitable revenge.

...Who's going to be enacting this revenge?

[sonotahunter]

The at-one-point-infamous Bela Talbot.

[cantblameagirl]

Why no longer infamous, Bela?

[sonotahunter]

Tell me who's asking, and I'll tell you why.

[cantblameagirl]

Vala Mal Doran.

[sonotahunter]

Because, Miss Mal Doran, I'm on a barge with exactly four people--including my warden--who know anything of any kind about me.

[cantblameagirl]

That doesn't sound so bad. You've got a new audience!

[sonotahunter]

True enough. And a captive one at that.

[cantblameagirl]

Yes! Exactly.

[sonotahunter]

How long have you been with us, Miss Mal Doran? I'll admit, I haven't kept abreast of new arrivals lately.

[cantblameagirl]

Only a week or so. It's been quite the experience thus far. How long have you been here Bela?

[sonotahunter]

Three... and a half months? Thereabouts. It never stops being an 'experience', it seems.

[cantblameagirl]

They really weren't kidding about how long this might take.

[sonotahunter]

Others have been here for far longer.