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[ He heard it.
He heard his name, heard Arthur call for him, small and scared.
And he'd still gone. It reminds him, of all things, of the last major discussion he and Natalie had had, which of course reminds him of Natalie. Is he the asshole?
Probably. He'd tried not to be. But as he'd been telling Malcolm, it's apparently just his nature. Seeing that hand rising to tear him off, push him away- he can hear the fabric rustle, doesn't know why, and realizes only after a moment that he's shaking.
Probably a reflection of Arthur, he lies to himself before looking at his communicator, which is when he hears the door next door slam. His grip around it tightens.
He makes two calls. He doesn't know if anyone will answer but he-
He doesn't want to be alone right now. ]
Would you be up for seeing if I could get drunk?
He heard his name, heard Arthur call for him, small and scared.
And he'd still gone. It reminds him, of all things, of the last major discussion he and Natalie had had, which of course reminds him of Natalie. Is he the asshole?
Probably. He'd tried not to be. But as he'd been telling Malcolm, it's apparently just his nature. Seeing that hand rising to tear him off, push him away- he can hear the fabric rustle, doesn't know why, and realizes only after a moment that he's shaking.
Probably a reflection of Arthur, he lies to himself before looking at his communicator, which is when he hears the door next door slam. His grip around it tightens.
He makes two calls. He doesn't know if anyone will answer but he-
He doesn't want to be alone right now. ]
Would you be up for seeing if I could get drunk?
So when were you going to tell me about Toby?
I killed some lady the other day. Didn't feel like getting out much after that, but just in case it comes up.
Sorry about the mess.
[He is not sorry.]
Sorry about the mess.
[He is not sorry.]
so i need to apologise because when Johann killed me, John killed him right back
i've asked him not to do that again
i've asked him not to do that again
Hey! Dorian!
Come to 213 when you have a moment. I want to show you something!
Come to 213 when you have a moment. I want to show you something!
You fucked Crozier?
Tell me, is it because he's old?
God, am I old?
Tell me, is it because he's old?
God, am I old?
[From here]
[Pagan shakes his head and his fingers dig into Dorian's hair. His other hand frees his cock from his trousers for him.]
You're such a goddamn whore, Dorian. You know that's all you're good for.
[Pagan shakes his head and his fingers dig into Dorian's hair. His other hand frees his cock from his trousers for him.]
You're such a goddamn whore, Dorian. You know that's all you're good for.
Pagan waltzes into Dorian's cabin one evening, making himself quite at home.
"Darling, I have something for you!" he sings out.
"Darling, I have something for you!" he sings out.
[A croaky version of his usual soft cadence:]
Hello. I was recently murdered by your inmate after conversationally provoking him in return for his attempt to conversationally provoke me.
I have a lot of warden friends who have feelings about it.
Would you be willing to share with me, or them, what you're doing and the reasoning behind it, since he's your inmate and I'm getting tired of trying to convince almost all the wardens I know that the only way this works is if the person who knows the inmate deals with the inmate?
Hello. I was recently murdered by your inmate after conversationally provoking him in return for his attempt to conversationally provoke me.
I have a lot of warden friends who have feelings about it.
Would you be willing to share with me, or them, what you're doing and the reasoning behind it, since he's your inmate and I'm getting tired of trying to convince almost all the wardens I know that the only way this works is if the person who knows the inmate deals with the inmate?
Edited 2023-06-20 01:18 (UTC)
What I'm doing is keeping Johann away from you and all your lovely little warden friends who, let me remind you, are all affected by a flood at the moment. Everybody is going to stay away from each other until calmer heads prevail and this goddamn flood ends.
Though I do have to ask: what are you, five? Or are you going to happily blame the flood for the fact that you respond to provocation with upping the ante?
Though I do have to ask: what are you, five? Or are you going to happily blame the flood for the fact that you respond to provocation with upping the ante?
I want to make it absolutely clear that nothing about this is an apology.
But if Trixie was your inmate, I can also stand to shut the hell up and accept that you know what you're doing.
Plus, Lark irritates me, and I think we have that in common.
But if Trixie was your inmate, I can also stand to shut the hell up and accept that you know what you're doing.
Plus, Lark irritates me, and I think we have that in common.
I will happily accept your non-apology and not press any further if this means I get to complain to someone about fucking Lark.
You know, Pagan and I are together. And I try to bite my tongue about how much that man irritates me because Pagan used to be Lark's inmate. But Christ that man irritates me. He talks to everybody like he's auditioning them to join his creepy werewolf cult!
You know, Pagan and I are together. And I try to bite my tongue about how much that man irritates me because Pagan used to be Lark's inmate. But Christ that man irritates me. He talks to everybody like he's auditioning them to join his creepy werewolf cult!
I want my powers back.
I've been good.
Maybe it's a birthday present!
I've been good.
Maybe it's a birthday present!
[While Dorian's being horny on main:]
Are you tired of trying to get that brick wall to fuck you yet, darling?
Are you tired of trying to get that brick wall to fuck you yet, darling?
Dorian! Did you see?! I've been gifted a permanent warden!
[ From here. ]
—-
[ Archer flips the feed to private, finally. ]
You know I’m not going to let you badger me into fucking you, don’t you?
—-
[ Archer flips the feed to private, finally. ]
You know I’m not going to let you badger me into fucking you, don’t you?
Johann spends a few hours in a cabin, an empty cabin, wishing he could tear out his heart. Wishing he could drown, that the sea would rise up and swallow him.
But he eventually drags himself up and makes his way to Dorian's door, banging as loudly as possible.
But he eventually drags himself up and makes his way to Dorian's door, banging as loudly as possible.
Dorian, who went in the weird hole, has spent the past few hours trying to piece together what the hell happened. When he hears that loud banging, it pulls him out of his metaphorical stringing things together on the corkboard mindset as he gets up and opens the door.
There's Johann. And he looks rough. Not in a physical way, Johann couldn't look rough that way even if he tried. But in an emotional way.
"Come inside," he says, without hesitation. "What's fucked you up?"
There's Johann. And he looks rough. Not in a physical way, Johann couldn't look rough that way even if he tried. But in an emotional way.
"Come inside," he says, without hesitation. "What's fucked you up?"
Florian is deathtolling in my cabin, and Johann is being annoyingly evasive.
Why?
Why?
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