Public - Written
As long as many of us have been aboard, we seem to run out of things to say in these journals. To that end, we have little contact with one another, in that there is nothing to be said to the general population beyond the vocalization of complaints, demands, and petty squabbles. In short, I know very few of you and I find that disquieting. Those who know me can understand it is not a need for socialization, but rather that I am discomfited in the knowledge that there are people and events about which I know little or nothing.
I will thank you to refrain from announcing your displeasure that I am gathering information. We all do so in one way or another - and then, of course, there is the obvious fact that privacy is an illusion here. I am simply doing this in a socially acceptable way, with no attempt at subterfuge.
Allow me to be the first to clarify the situation on my end, particularly for the benefit of the new arrivals:
My name is Severus Snape. If you are a reader or an avid follower of cinema, I regret to inform you that my existential crisis has ebbed. I know about the books. If you wish to speak of them, I am willing. However, if it is merely some attempt to shock me, you are nearly one year and six months tardy.
I was an inmate, and am presently a warden. I consider my time here a responsibility and a necessity. It is not a holiday, and it is not for my benefit in any way. (You may lay your arguments of my deal with the Admiral aside. I have asked for nothing save to be here.) I do not need someone to nurture my psychological wounds, and I certainly am not in need of a sound hug.
I do not wish to be your friend. I am not here for friends. There are precisely two people on this ship who have earned my attention and trust, and I can assure you: if you did not know my name before I wrote this entry, you are not one of them. Few others have earned my respect: Merlin, Molly Carpenter, Ariadne, Mal Cobb, Toshiko Sato, T'Pol, and Agent Kay. Perhaps others - but at the moment, these fine men and women are at the forefront of my mind. As for the rest, we are colleagues. I will aid the wardens in their endeavors and I will do my duty by my inmate.
If you wish for friendship, I suggest you seek more affable company. I am not a nice man. Rehabilitation does not alter one's personality.
Moving along, then.
I provide, despite my hesitance on the matter, potions for the infirmary for the purpose of healing, blood replenishing, and sleep aid. To those in need of something slightly out of the ordinary, depending on whether I feel it is ethical and worth my time, I provide potions for a fee. I do not smoke cigarettes and have no need of monetary gain; said fee relies entirely upon your ability to impress me with your creativity. Generally, it is one favor, and I will collect in time.
...One final note:
My inmate is Mozenrath, and while he is capable of defending himself, I warn you not to interfere in his rehabilitation in any way. If you do him harm, you will explain yourself to me.
There. We have been formally introduced. I invite you to introduce yourselves. All of you.
[Private to Kay and Tosh, not visible to one another.]
I'd like a word.
[Private to Merlin]
Are you well?
[Private to Martha]
I may have spilled a jar of...something. What is this? Is this cold cream? Lotion? Toothpaste and shampoo, Martha.
Merlin's beard.
[Private to Mozenrath]
Are you still in recovery?
[Private to graduated inmates - Paddy, Parker, Judas, etc]
I have a question regarding recidivism.
I will thank you to refrain from announcing your displeasure that I am gathering information. We all do so in one way or another - and then, of course, there is the obvious fact that privacy is an illusion here. I am simply doing this in a socially acceptable way, with no attempt at subterfuge.
Allow me to be the first to clarify the situation on my end, particularly for the benefit of the new arrivals:
My name is Severus Snape. If you are a reader or an avid follower of cinema, I regret to inform you that my existential crisis has ebbed. I know about the books. If you wish to speak of them, I am willing. However, if it is merely some attempt to shock me, you are nearly one year and six months tardy.
I was an inmate, and am presently a warden. I consider my time here a responsibility and a necessity. It is not a holiday, and it is not for my benefit in any way. (You may lay your arguments of my deal with the Admiral aside. I have asked for nothing save to be here.) I do not need someone to nurture my psychological wounds, and I certainly am not in need of a sound hug.
I do not wish to be your friend. I am not here for friends. There are precisely two people on this ship who have earned my attention and trust, and I can assure you: if you did not know my name before I wrote this entry, you are not one of them. Few others have earned my respect: Merlin, Molly Carpenter, Ariadne, Mal Cobb, Toshiko Sato, T'Pol, and Agent Kay. Perhaps others - but at the moment, these fine men and women are at the forefront of my mind. As for the rest, we are colleagues. I will aid the wardens in their endeavors and I will do my duty by my inmate.
If you wish for friendship, I suggest you seek more affable company. I am not a nice man. Rehabilitation does not alter one's personality.
Moving along, then.
I provide, despite my hesitance on the matter, potions for the infirmary for the purpose of healing, blood replenishing, and sleep aid. To those in need of something slightly out of the ordinary, depending on whether I feel it is ethical and worth my time, I provide potions for a fee. I do not smoke cigarettes and have no need of monetary gain; said fee relies entirely upon your ability to impress me with your creativity. Generally, it is one favor, and I will collect in time.
...One final note:
My inmate is Mozenrath, and while he is capable of defending himself, I warn you not to interfere in his rehabilitation in any way. If you do him harm, you will explain yourself to me.
There. We have been formally introduced. I invite you to introduce yourselves. All of you.
[Private to Kay and Tosh, not visible to one another.]
I'd like a word.
[Private to Merlin]
Are you well?
[Private to Martha]
I may have spilled a jar of...something. What is this? Is this cold cream? Lotion? Toothpaste and shampoo, Martha.
Merlin's beard.
[Private to Mozenrath]
Are you still in recovery?
[Private to graduated inmates - Paddy, Parker, Judas, etc]
I have a question regarding recidivism.