fridgetothefire: (professional)
[Video, public]

[Anya looks very tired, but a great deal more put together than last time - except for the crumbling remnants of bone spikes, like the bases of marble columns in Roman ruins, like terrible broken teeth, now almost entirely covered by the admiral's cap.]

Some of you remember the mirror barge, and some of you don't. You can ask your neighbor for the gory details if you want. The point is, the ship was in bad shape. Worse than now. And the other barge was - feeding on it, as far as we could tell, parasitically. The walls were rotting, and the Admiral needed to conserve power to chase the other ship before we were eroded entirely.

There was a warden, then, who'd been on the ship for - four years? Five? Longer than anyone but Arthas, I think. And when I asked her, she said she'd never seen everyone on the barge manage to work together to do anything.

But we did. People volunteered, and wardens agreed to certain unanimous incentives for inmates, and the whole ship, more or less, helped me keep the place in one piece until we could reverse the drain. I....

[She trails off for a moment, then blinks, comes back to herself, scrubs a hand down her face, pops a bottle of advil out of her desk drawer and swallows two dry.]

We all assume we can't work together, that we'll squabble and go our own ways because most of the time, that's what works. But we can. When we have to.

It - takes it out of me, when I dare try to will us to sail straight. When I try to get lost inmates back, there's no exhaustion, no headaches, nothing. So this is something we can affect. We should try to do it together, instead of haphazard and maybe hitting each other with our metaphorical oars.

Everyone who's gotten some of this, if you're willing - and I know there's a lot we don't know, and nobody has to, but if you're willing to try with me - I think we should pick a common goal. Somewhere on early twenty-first century earth would be best, I think, since that seems to be...common, in whatever neighborhood or transdimensional archipelago we're usually traveling through. But the direction doesn't matter so much as long as we can agree on one. And then take it in shifts, to keep ourselves stable and the pressure steady, too.


[Spam for Pietro]

[A few days after his arrival, she goes to slip a pamphlet under his door, just in case.]
fridgetothefire: (on the job)

Okay, listen up.

If you haven't had a bad port yet, let me clue you in: when the admiral actually gives us supplies, it means we are about to hit a bad fucking port. The last time this happened, we lost somebody. As in, she got trapped in a town full of corpses and nightmares and never made it back. No death toll, no popping up fine in the infirmary. Zev was an amazing woman, who came from terrible circumstances and was bright and compassionate and determined, and she didn't vanish, she got caught by somewhere worse than here. I might not get along with you, or even know you, but there's no one on this ship I want that happening to.

Brass tacks: whatever the admiral is, I personally doubt he's humanoid. [Dryly] You may have noticed, but he's not always great at realizing what we actually need. So here are some things everyone should add to those packs if they can.

cut for length )

The Admiral's made fewer preparations and given us less warning this time around, so let's hope that means it's a proportional response, and we don't have have to worry about the risk of losing anyone like we did in Silent Hill. I hope it's fine, and we'll all be back here bleeding and bitching in a few days. But we can't guarantee it. So whatever happens, wherever we go, take care of yourselves, and take care of each other.

[Private to Morgana]

Tell me what you're missing, and what I need to get you.

[Spam for Dean]

[He's already stabbed someone. On the other hand, he's already stabbed someone, so it's not like it's going to make that much of a difference if he really wants to cause trouble. Or at least that's what she tells herself, rapping on his door.]

Me again.


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