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[ well that is a lot to think about. firstly that there is something on eiffel. and secondly that--
Elias refrains from saying that he'd have made Tim and Eiffel the same-- that's probably not helpful just now. ]
And what exactly did your 'me' spring upon you all? I expect it would be hard to have an apocalypse up in space.
Elias refrains from saying that he'd have made Tim and Eiffel the same-- that's probably not helpful just now. ]
And what exactly did your 'me' spring upon you all? I expect it would be hard to have an apocalypse up in space.
Something, something, something deadly virus. Something, something, something supersoldier alien clones.
Well. I never thought of sending Jon to space to see what it was that aliens feared, so I'll give this Cutter full marks for creativity.
Eh, he just wanted to make a deal with their technology. Turns out that aliens are very bad businessmen.
Oh, here's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.
Eiffel was first contact. These idiot aliens talked in pop culture references because they learned English from him, and then Eiffel named one....
Wait for it...
Bob.
Oh, here's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.
Eiffel was first contact. These idiot aliens talked in pop culture references because they learned English from him, and then Eiffel named one....
Wait for it...
Bob.
[ elias failed his save, roll 3d8 psychic damage ]
Ah. Of-- course it was. How this overgrown man-child was made a warden, I'll never understand.
Ah. Of-- course it was. How this overgrown man-child was made a warden, I'll never understand.
Well, Elias, it's because he's a good guy. And we're not.
I'd like to know if one is capable of being both good and competent. I don't often see the two together.
I know a couple of people. I think the definition of competency changes the more you slide into good, though.
Anyway, it has been a ball chatting with you, but you're really starting to be friendly with me, and - [A chuckle.] - that makes me real suspicious.
We're not friends. In fact, I'd love to see what happens if I surround your cabin door with timed flashbangs for the rest of your time here. So, you've got about thirty seconds before I go find Jon and figure out what the hell you want with me.
Anyway, it has been a ball chatting with you, but you're really starting to be friendly with me, and - [A chuckle.] - that makes me real suspicious.
We're not friends. In fact, I'd love to see what happens if I surround your cabin door with timed flashbangs for the rest of your time here. So, you've got about thirty seconds before I go find Jon and figure out what the hell you want with me.
[ the smile is evident in elias' voice when he replies ]
I'm quite happy to tell you what I want from you. I'd like like to surround Douglas Eiffel's door with flashbangs.
Not for the rest of his time here, no. But just once. Just to see him on the back foot for once.
I'm quite happy to tell you what I want from you. I'd like like to surround Douglas Eiffel's door with flashbangs.
Not for the rest of his time here, no. But just once. Just to see him on the back foot for once.
Edited 2022-04-26 21:58 (UTC)
Cool. No. That reeks of "Daniel Jacobi's handiwork" and I've already gotten in trouble for punching him. I'm supposed to be hands off with that particular idiot.
[But, since DIY mayhem doesn't seem like Elias' style, Jacobi adds:]
If you're really looking to be a menace in Eiffel's direction, you can hit up Norton. He made some post a while ago about getting things to inmates. Maybe you can sweet talk him into giving you something fun. I don't know what his inventory looks like, but I'm sure you can make a deal.
[But, since DIY mayhem doesn't seem like Elias' style, Jacobi adds:]
If you're really looking to be a menace in Eiffel's direction, you can hit up Norton. He made some post a while ago about getting things to inmates. Maybe you can sweet talk him into giving you something fun. I don't know what his inventory looks like, but I'm sure you can make a deal.
[ oh, if that doesn't work out so nicely ]
I'll have to reach out to him, then. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble over Eiffel of all people.
I'll have to reach out to him, then. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble over Eiffel of all people.
God forbid.
Anyway, have a really shitty day, Elias. I truly mean that.
Anyway, have a really shitty day, Elias. I truly mean that.
[ with exaggerated politeness and cheer ]
Do give my regards to Timothy when you see him.
Do give my regards to Timothy when you see him.
Ulla is in her room, and instructed to please stay there. People are in the infirmary, and Warren is walking into his cabin, their cabin, with blood all over his right shoulder. There's no wound there, nor on his right wrist, but the damage from the storm has certainly left its marks otherwise. He's still a little damp, in fact.
"Honey, I'm home."
"Honey, I'm home."
Jacobi's in the kitchen, oddly enough, threatening cupcakes. It's a science, he's told himself over and over again. All he has to do is follow a recipe. He's a trained agent who deals with volatile chemicals; the least he can do is make cupcakes. And Warren said he'd be out fiddling with the program for a while, so Jacobi, having taken the opportunity to try and surprise him, is sat on the floor, glaring at the twelve cupcakes in the oven.
"I just need one of you to be decent. The rest of you are getting thrown out. So figure your shit out or you will be the one that - " He raises his head as Warren returns, a little earlier than he anticipated. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to the door and pokes his head out.
"Hey are we going now? Or? Uh. What the fuck." He falters, seeing the state of him. "Are you going to tell me about the blood? Whose blood is that?"
"I just need one of you to be decent. The rest of you are getting thrown out. So figure your shit out or you will be the one that - " He raises his head as Warren returns, a little earlier than he anticipated. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to the door and pokes his head out.
"Hey are we going now? Or? Uh. What the fuck." He falters, seeing the state of him. "Are you going to tell me about the blood? Whose blood is that?"
He's going to strip off his shirt, and not for the fun reason he'd strip off his shirt; because it's damp and covered in blood. Jacobi can see that there's no wound as he turns and lets out a very tired sigh.
"It's mine. Ulla healed it. I'm fine. I... probably would have healed by myself, to be honest, but I wasn't about to tell her no. Conidering."
"It's mine. Ulla healed it. I'm fine. I... probably would have healed by myself, to be honest, but I wasn't about to tell her no. Conidering."
There's a deep, dark stone in his chest that falls straight to his stomach. "What happened?" he asks, coming over quickly to take the shirt from him and run his fingers along his shoulder.
"Ulla had a bad reaction to something, I assume from the breach given the timing. Probably a connection with someone she couldn't handle." It's all guesses from what he knows of her. He'll find out more in a couple of days. He'll let Jacobi touch what he wants, put his own hands over to settle at his hips. Touch. Solidity. Steadying himself.
"She sang up a storm on deck, bad enough to pull up railing and throw things around. I happened to walk into it while I was heading up. I had to talk her down." His expression turns very cross for a moment, then he settles it, and Jacobi will know that is the 'I'm going to go talk to someone's supervisor' look where someone from another department fucked up. "Trevor decided to play the big stupid hero and threw a knife at her to try and stop the spell."
He breathes out.
"Given the winds and the debris, I caught it the only way I could. Given what I know Ulla's magic can do," ie ripping entire landmasses into being, "interrupting the song that way was the worst possible thing that could have happened." That's the tactical brain talking. The angry and defensive warden who loves her surfaces a moment later. "And I wasn't letting anyone hurt her."
"She sang up a storm on deck, bad enough to pull up railing and throw things around. I happened to walk into it while I was heading up. I had to talk her down." His expression turns very cross for a moment, then he settles it, and Jacobi will know that is the 'I'm going to go talk to someone's supervisor' look where someone from another department fucked up. "Trevor decided to play the big stupid hero and threw a knife at her to try and stop the spell."
He breathes out.
"Given the winds and the debris, I caught it the only way I could. Given what I know Ulla's magic can do," ie ripping entire landmasses into being, "interrupting the song that way was the worst possible thing that could have happened." That's the tactical brain talking. The angry and defensive warden who loves her surfaces a moment later. "And I wasn't letting anyone hurt her."
That stone in his stomach disappears entirely at the story, leaving him feeling empty. Trevor. Ulla. Warren. Warren throwing himself in harm's way, for Ulla. For his inmate. Because of what? Because of a temper tantrum? Because of Trevor. He struggles to get it all settled in his mind.
He slowly withdraws his hand.
"Hey! What a great anniversary present for you!" he laughs and he knows that it will ring false. Doesn't matter; he's not trying to hide it. He takes a step back. "At least it healed up nice."
He slowly withdraws his hand.
"Hey! What a great anniversary present for you!" he laughs and he knows that it will ring false. Doesn't matter; he's not trying to hide it. He takes a step back. "At least it healed up nice."
Warren's eyes are locked on him. Ring false? That actually made his chest clench up with how absolutely Not Goo that sounded. He doesn't follow. He just looks at Daniel.
"Daniel. Talk to me, please."
"Daniel. Talk to me, please."
"Talk about what? About how you put yourself in danger for what sounds like a tantrum? No, I really don't want to. I want to go check on my cupcakes. I mean, they were going to be a surprise for our anniversary, so it would be a damn shame if they burned. Besides, your surprise was so much better!"
He turns to walk off.
He turns to walk off.
Warren stays where he is.
"It wasn't a tantrum. It was" and he won't tell Daniel everything about Ulla, won't give up her confidence, won't share her secrets or her story. But it's simple enough for him to say- "It was the same thing that happened to you. When you programmed Connor."
"It wasn't a tantrum. It was" and he won't tell Daniel everything about Ulla, won't give up her confidence, won't share her secrets or her story. But it's simple enough for him to say- "It was the same thing that happened to you. When you programmed Connor."
He turns to look at him over his shoulder. "Oh, so you're going to ignore her for a week and put her in Zero? Tell her fix everything she broke or you're going to leave? Give her an impossible task and make her live up to it? Show her your immense disappointment? No. You won't."
"I'm giving her a couple of days in her room," he says quietly, "since there's no underwater cells in Zero. And I did, actually, insist that she fix everything she broke up on the deck. She's already started. I won't show her my immense disappointment? Because I knew this was coming. Any time now. And because her relationship with me. and your relationship with me. are not the same."
He breathes out.
"What would you have wanted me to do, Daniel?"
He breathes out.
"What would you have wanted me to do, Daniel?"
That answer only seems to annoy him more. "I don't know! I'm just the inmate," he says, disappearing into the kitchen.
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