Al Swearenger and YOU??? OPEN LOG!

[givesomeback]

Who: Al Swearengen and OPEN!
Where: Out on Deck
What: Paranoia, drinking, and thinking the worst.
When: Second day of the Paranoia flood!

Al knew that there was something wrong. He'd seen the slew of posts, he'd read Martha's evaluation of the situation, and he knew that what he was experiencing wasn't normal

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[gimmethemap]

It was rare anymore that Morgan went up on deck and didn't find at least one person out there as well. Such was the case today, as she'd told herself that she only felt as bad as she did because of a flood, but it had another source. She welcomed the idea of company, generally, because her policy since returning had been to find herself around other people and act natural.

So this was her. Acting natural.

She sauntered up to the rail just out of reach of the Inmate, staring out a moment before glancing at him.

"You've got a lot on your mind." It wasn't a question.

[givesomeback]

Al turned his head, regarding Morgan a little coldly, "There's a lot confronts me here to weigh upon it. Not two weeks back did I find myself imbued with youth, confidence, and the recollection of a vast fucking tapestry of a life that weren't even fucking hinted at, in the year my own life was extinguished. People up and vanish when the best of us know that there ain't no exits, and when they return their minds ain't always their own." He let out a slow breath, and took a long drink of his whiskey.

"It defies belief, but here it is. Hard not for it to be on my mind."

[gimmethemap]

"Yeah." It was the most useless response in the world but for a moment it was all she could say. "Seems like there's a lot of that going around lately." And Morgan reached into herself -- on a normal day, she could have pulled something hopeful out of this place. Optimism was part of her job; she couldn't be a Warden if she didn't believe in the cause, if she didn't give other people reason to believe in it. But part of it was this flood -- the other part of it was this particular Inmate. "And this is usually the part where I give someone a big speech about how it's all worth it -- and it is. But something tells me you're not gonna go for that."

[no_nanomites]

Ana was certain that Zartan was on board. He was on board somewhere, even if it was no longer in the form of Destro. He was here somewhere and Ana was going to find him and probably beat the crap out of him. (Changing into McCullen on her first night out of zero was entirely out of order. And so was his being Rex for the brief period of time that he had been.

So now Ana was out pacing, stalking around the barge, intending on going over the entire thing til she found that whistling bastard and made him explain how he could be here. When she arrived on deck, she paused quickly at the smell of whiskey and the person who was standing there looking out at the stars.

It was possible; she decided, studying him in profile. Watching him for a moment, the woman in leather leaned against the railing, looking for a sign of recognition or waiting for that damned whistle.

[givesomeback]

Al turned his head, as Ana entered his peripheral vision, his eyes immediately drawn to what it was she was wearing. It was true he'd noticed some of the more... distinctive styles of dress which the Barge played host too, but getting a close up look at how Ana looked in that leather... It couldn't possibly be functional, could it?

Still, he wasn't planning on instigating conversation with another inmate just walking the decks, so he politely toasted her with the bottle of Whiskey, and took a deep drink of it, turning his attention back to the sky.

[f_ckitybye]

Malcolm was sulking. No matter how much anyone tried to convince him otherwise, he just knew-they all thought all the swearing and the threats were an act, didn't they? They were all fucking convinced that underneath it all was really a big fat fucking cuddly stuffed toy.

It was fucking infuriating.

So he was sulking on deck, trying to get away from it all. Running into Swearengen was really sort of the last thing he needed.

[givesomeback]

Al glanced over towards Malcolm, seeing the other man across the deck. He didn't look happy. In fact if Al had to guess he'd probably say that whatever was going around, Malcolm got a nice big dose of. Taking a swig of his booze, he sauntered idly in the other mans general direction.

"Mr Tucker. I hope you'll forgive me If I observe upon your present state of agitation?"

[f_ckitybye]

"If you mean to say I look like I got a fucking cockroach enema-very fucking astute, Swearengen," Malcolm retorted. He eyed the other man suspiciously.

Since Judas can't get out on deck on his own...

[heavenonthemind]

Judas himself needed a spit of time to himself, despite the obvious need to be around either Iago or Five. The former didn't seem to understand the Apostle's frustration in being unable to speak in English. The words sounded stupid, bulky, and ugly in his mouth. So, to work off some agitation and frustration, he paced in the hallway outside Iago's room with a lit cigarette in his mouth, breathing in the smoke and letting it out his nose. As he glanced over at the stairway when he made another turn, he spotted Al and he hurried toward said stairs. He didn't call out, as he didn't know if he would even be understood in that regard or not. But, he followed a half flight behind Al until the older man moved onto the deck and the Apostle knew he probably wouldn't get the chance now; Sexby had long ago banned him from the deck. Nonetheless, he moved up to the door and rapped on it with his knuckles, hoping the other man would hear him and open.