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06 - [Soooo many filterrsss]

May 17, 2010 21:38

I can't be the only one who thinks remembering feels like coming home.

Who all did I meet for the first time without knowing it? Or I guess, what're your names?

[Filtered to Wardens]

What's the situation with Armand? Do we know?

[Private to Swing]

I'm sorry.

[Filtered to Prentiss, Howie, Gabe, and Tony.]After things settle, I'm thinking ( Read more... )

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[Private] terminates May 18 2010, 02:31:55 UTC

The dining hall.

[Private] Spam/log? whateverthemess May 18 2010, 02:39:35 UTC

Blond, blue-eyed, with a manila file folder. I'll be waiting.

[Private / Spam] Yes! terminates May 18 2010, 02:55:56 UTC

See you there.

[He's been spending most of his time in the gym (testing himself), the library (reading), and exploring the Barge so it isn't very long before he comes walking through the doors.]

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 03:58:37 UTC

[She's there, peeling the crust off of a piece of toast and staring into space. She doesn't know who she's supposed to look out for, or how long it will take him to get here, but she's patient. When Slade walks in, she looks up, studying him. Her inmate or not? She glances down at the file and then back up.]

[Spam] terminates May 18 2010, 04:14:16 UTC

[Of all the abilities he's missing, there are two that haven't been taken from him so it doesn't take him long to identify and analyze the woman who is supposed to be his warden. He's already taken the time to check her other posts, and she seems to be a no-nonsense sort. Even so, he doesn't have much (if any) confidence in the potential of this arrangement, and it'll take a hell of a lot more than whatever dirt she has on him to make him do anything except play along. Maybe not even that.

He slides into the seat across from her, his expression appraising but not necessarily critical. His predicament isn't her doing by any means (he can admit that much), but given that she made the choice to be here and he didn't, he'll leave it to her to take the initiative.]

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 04:19:57 UTC

[She nods to him.] Mr. Wilson? Or do you prefer Slade?

[She shoves the toast aside and inspects him again.] The first thing I'll say is that I haven't read your file. I planned on it when I got the assignment, but I've since changed my mind.

[Spam] terminates May 18 2010, 04:27:38 UTC

Slade's fine.

[That...actually surprises him. It doesn't show, but it does make him pause, if only for a moment.]

Why's that?

[He has his suspicions, but her answer should tell him enough.]

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 04:38:15 UTC

Because you know nothing about me. You didn't get to choose whether or not you wanted to come here, from what I understand. And if there's one thing that this place and the flood we just came through drove home for me, it's the expectations that come from knowledge.

[She sits back with a shrug.] I'm human. If I know everything you've apparently done, I won't be unbiased. I'm also your Warden; we're in this together for the long haul, like it or not. So I'm not going to read it. Not until you give me your permission to do so. It's a risk, maybe, but it's one I'm willing to take.

[Spam] terminates May 18 2010, 04:54:21 UTC

[It certainly is a risk, and the fact that she seems willing to take it either speaks to her intelligence or her stupidity -- he can't decide which. He has his doubts it'll work, particularly with people from his own world hanging around, but it's not the type of thing he's inclined to sneer at.]

And in the meantime?

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 05:10:19 UTC

In the mean time, we get to know each other. You come to the meditation sessions and Aikido classes I host. We find you a job on board, and we meet once a week to discuss how things are going. [She picks up her toast and takes a bite, talking around it.] And every once in a while things go to hell, apparently.

[Spam] terminates May 18 2010, 14:40:42 UTC

[He stares at her for a long moment, equally skeptical, annoyed, and appreciative of what she's proposing. Perhaps it's her intention, perhaps it's not; either way, he isn't sold on what she's suggesting. Not yet.

He leans forward slightly, hands folded in front of him, only this time he doesn't bother to hide his scrutiny.]

How committed are you to following this course of action?

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 19:18:38 UTC

[She matches his pose, an ironic smile on her face.

And she takes another bite of her toast, pausing to actually chew and swallow before answering, this time.] I don't propose plans on which I won't follow through. It's not how I operate.

[Spam] terminates May 18 2010, 19:26:21 UTC

[He doesn't smile, his expression and posture unchanged.]

You'll have a hard time of that. There are people here who know me, as well as what I've done.

[Spam] whateverthemess May 18 2010, 23:17:09 UTC

[Murphy leans back, her expression serious.] Give me a list of names, and I'll deal with it.

[Spam] terminates May 19 2010, 02:28:33 UTC

[He doesn't move at all, just watches her, gauging her body language and expression. Implacable.]

In what way?

[Spam] whateverthemess May 19 2010, 03:19:44 UTC

I'll tell them not to discuss your actions or personal affairs publicly on the network. I'll put in a request to the admiral to screen any such information from me, if need be. [She shreds her remaining piece of toast and sets about eating some of the pieces. Gives about as much as he does. Blank, nonchalant, the only indication of her determination in this the brief and fractional narrowing of her eyes.] I keep my word.

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