[Jane is in a common room, arranging Scrabble tiles into various words. The lights are flickering, but she doesn’t even seem to notice. They go off for a full thirty seconds, just as she’s about to speak. She sighs, waiting, until they come back on. In that time, she managed to finish a few words. In the darkness.] We have these…things…at home. ( Read more... )

Feel better, do you? I'm sure that you are just so proud of yourselves for all of that. Or maybe you're not.

I'm hoping you're not. Assholes. You don't even know how to keep your mouth shut about youknow or thinging and now you're going to regret it. Save it. Everyone knows now, so denying it is only going to make it worse ( Read more... )

[Jane sounds winded, but you can still hear the anger shaking her words.]

My fucking inmate....he... [WHOOPS. She manages to switch the filter.]

[Warden Filter]I need help. Edward Sexby was the one who killed Cissie and I...can't handle him on my own right now. I do not want him killed if it's possible. Just...restrained or at least talked down. ( Read more... )

I'm not even sure I can find the right words to say to you right now. You realise what you did was awful don't you? Absolutely unacceptable. And completely inappropriate! And I have so many other things I want to say to you, but I'm not going to do them here.

Pick a place. And do it in a hurry.

Look. [And she holds up a book of black and white photography. Mapplethorpe, to those who might notice. Jane actually sounds...happy.] So, the later Previous were useful after all. At least, some of them were. This is exquisite.

Does anyone know how to do this?

[Private to Sexby]Be up on deck within the hour, sir. We have things to discuss ( Read more... )