Assignment 020 - You're a no good, lazy mother fucker - [Privates/Public/Voice]

[doeswhatido]

[Private to Claire]

You're Malcolm Tucker's Warden, right? I have something to tell you and request, if you have the time. Nothing bad.

[Private to Malcolm and Paddy]The Admiral hasn't said anything yet, but even if I don't get what I requested, I've still got plenty of alcohol. What do you say to a guys' night tonight

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private

[christ_onabike]

with a fucking warden I don't fuck

Yeah, alright with me.

[Malcolm/Paddy/47 Filter Thingamabob]

[doeswhatido]

I'm in room four, level eight. What's a good time for you guys?

[Malcolm/Paddy/47 Filter Thingamabob]

[christ_onabike]

Whenever the hell, I've got nothing to do.

[Malcolm/Paddy/47 Filter Thingamabob]

[doeswhatido]

Six-ish? After dinner?

[f_ckitybye]

Not much of a drinker normally, but what the hell. Might be a thing.

[doeswhatido]

Eight?

[f_ckitybye]

Aye, all right. Soon as dinner's over, then.

[doeswhatido]

See you then.

[[Click!]]

[Private]

[doeswhatido]

Last Thursday night, Armand overpowered me and sucked me dry outside the gym. I awoke Friday morning in a foreign hallway with no means to get to the Infirmary but a slow crawl. Malcolm found me and insisted I let him take me there, which he did. Not only that, but he also went to my room on the eighth level, retrieved my laptop so I could still communicate, and brought it to me.

I told him I owed him, so tonight I was having a little get-together with him and Paddy. There'll be drinks. I wanted to run it by you first, and to let you know what he did for me.

[Private | Voice]

[doeswhatido]

You hadn't heard of that yet? He got...several of us. Sergeant Howie, myself, Armand St. Just...a few others, I just can't recall all the moment.

No problem. I didn't want to step on any toes here. I'm still new, after all.