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[inhumandog]

[Iago is sitting outside of his room, one leg pulled up to him as he leans against the wall. He's sweaty and exhausted, but is both too shocked and too exhausted to move. In true Shakespearean form, Iago's thrown himself a nice temper tantrum in the privacy of his room, but when he finally opened the door, he noticed the corridor and is now in the

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[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica had been about to check on Mal to see what state the flood had left her in when she heard the noise coming from down the hall. It sounded like a brawl of some sort, and naturally it concerned her. She knew not the nature of the flood, but was willing to guess that it had induced some kind of forgetfulness.

She poked her head out of her door and glanced down the corridor, surprised to see Iago just sitting there. She decided to call to him.]

Was that noise your doing, sir?

[inhumandog]

[Startled a bit, he glanced over at her voice, thinking that she might be a ghost of some sort. When he realized that it wasn't, he relaxed, falling back against the door once again.]

It was. Though with no good intention behind it. I fear my temper might have-. [Driven him mad. But he wasn't going to admit that.]

Tell me, woman, are you real?

[naughtbutlife]

[Iago was acting very strange indeed, so Angelica decided it was probably best to be cautious. She regarded him for a moment, comforted somewhat that he had probably exhausted himself through his destructive fit. She stepped out from her cabin and nodded her head.]

Aye, sir, flesh and blood.

[inhumandog]

Prove it. [He glared over to her, not believing but more than willing to give her a chance.]

What are you doing here? And...where is here?

[impure_tale]

Iago, be calm.

Do you know who I am?

[inhumandog]

[There's a bit of a banging as the communicator is thrown against the desk. He wasn't expecting anything out of it. But, he manages to crawl back over and look down.]

No.

[impure_tale]

[All seriousness as he watches him.]

You are safe, but you are not home. I promise to help you, but you must get hold of yourself.

[inhumandog]

Help me? What manner of help are you offering? [He holds up the magical device and stares at it, too exhausted to really do much more than sit and stare.]

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[stopthat_destro]

[And Rex is strolling down the halls, full of caution and paranoia, even though he's been told what this place is already by several different people. He still doesn't really believe it. Also, he's kind of lost. He practically jumps in surprise when he realizes there's a person here.]

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[inhumandog]

[Iago looks up and tilts head to the side. He still hadn't gotten up. Too much effort and he's tired.]

Who are you? [He tensed up, instantly on alert.]

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[stopthat_destro]

[Rex stops in his tracks.]

You don't know who I am?

[...]

[HE LOOKS ECSTATIC.]

FINALLY!

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[inhumandog]

[Enthusiasm wasn't what he was expecting. He opened his eyes wider because WHO IS THIS CRAZY MAN...CHILD...PERSON?!]

I didn't realize this was cause for celebration.

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[gray_atonement]

I think I've been here before too. Do you know where this is?

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[inhumandog]

They tell me that it's a prison ship.

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[gray_atonement]

Do you believe them?

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[inhumandog]

I can do nothing but, at this point.

written

[heavenonthemind]

You aren't the only one.

written

[inhumandog]

What do you mean?

Re: written - Also this is set before his long conversation with Sexby.

[heavenonthemind]

Having nothing but hatred for this place. It's filled with snakes.

written

[inhumandog]

Snakes? [He thinks you mean literal so now he's worried.]