one; [voice]; more than a little worried here

[theredredkrovvy]

A warden? [Alex has just woken up in his room to the sound of the pairing announcements.] Poor little Alex thought he'd had enough of wardens, let alone a sharp. I don't need a devotchka to watch me; I've changed. I've been a dobby little malchick, though I was dratted and like guffed at besides, and they played that music so as to make my gulliver

Comments

[sixthanimorph]

... What are you talking about?

[Half of what you just said is gibberish to him, Alex.]

[theredredkrovvy]

I awoke in a strange mesto, brother, looking like my room but not, to some veck saying loud and clear I've been given a warden. That's what little Alex is govoreeting about.

[sixthanimorph]

Um... yeah. Okay. Guess you must be new here, huh?

[theredredkrovvy]

Isn't that like obvious? Where is here, then?

[hourglass_twin]

You are delirious.

I laughed embarassingly hard at that comment.

[theredredkrovvy]

Delirious? No, not delirious, brother sir. Why do you say that?

^^

[hourglass_twin]

...you called yourself a 'dobby little malchick'. I'm not sure if those are even actual words in any language. And you are hearing music.

[theredredkrovvy]

No no no, I am not 'hearing music'. I cannot slooshy a note of it and better I am because of it.

And as for that which I named myself, it is in the glorious nadsat, brother sir. The vecks here do not seem to pony one single solitary slovo of it, but there it is all the same. Wouldst thou prefer my like gentleman's goloss, sir?

[raisedinabox]

[Oh, you have got to be kidding him.]

Are you speaking Nadsat?

[theredredkrovvy]

You know Nadsat? [YOU'RE KIND OF OLD, BRO.]

[raisedinabox]

Well, I'm not fluent in it. No one's used it for a good twenty years, as far as I know.

[Because it's not cool to break people's minds and tell people they're not real, but ffff Jim saw your canon when he was in a teeny wee box, and you make him uncomfortable as fuck, Alex!]

[theredredkrovvy]

Twenty years is it, brother sir? Little Alex was not aware that nadsat was that like starry as of yet. [He sounds distinctly unimpressed. Jim, what are you talking about. :|]

[theredredkrovvy]

Russian? Not Russian, brother, no.

[theredredkrovvy]

It is the glorious Nadsat, the like slang that all malchicks worth their salt govoreet in.

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[thebestnose]

[Well...just gonna go with what she understands.]

That would be me. Your warden, I mean. I haven't...heard from you at all. Do you even know where you are?

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[theredredkrovvy]

Ah. [Awkward sort of pause while he pushes nasty thoughts down.] Greetings, sister warden. I... understand a little about this staja now, thank you. The Barge, yes?

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[thebestnose]

Yes. A rehabilitation ship. I have your file but...it will take some time to get through it.

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[theredredkrovvy]

Rehabilitation after I have already been like rehabilitated seems a gloopy waste of time. The scientist vecks and the doctors fixed me up right as right, sister, with the technique of theirs.

[...] But what's this about a file? You have a file on me, warden? Where didst thou come upon such a veshch?