fridgetothefire | 054 ☣ save our ship

[Warden Filter]

I have a proposal I'd like everyone to listen to.

I know the Admiral is being an unbearably condescending inscrutable prick about this. But I honestly believe him when he says he doesn't have the strength to fix our ship and chase down that other one. He's too proud to claim that kind of incompetence if it weren't true, and you can hear how aggravated he is. It's why he's being extra dickish at the moment.

So we need to hold it together, if we ever want to see our friends again, if we want not to be siphoned away until the floors start going dark and airless like they were over there a few months ago. I need to hold it together. And I need help.

Volunteers are welcome, of course, and anyone who has any experience in carpentry or plastering to help with training others would be even more appreciated. But frankly we also need you all doing your own jobs and watching out for the inmates, and they could stand to have a little less free time to cause mischief in.

So. I'd like to formally request that upper-deck privileges be restricted. No pub, no CES, no CTS, and no firing range access for any inmates who don't complete, let's say, fourteen hours of maintenance service a week, to my satisfaction, or that of a deputy, with no sabotage or dawdling. Fewer hours for inmates already performing other work details, I'm open to numerical suggestions.

All of those locations are privileges, and always have been despite how casual we are about them, and the chapel and greenhouse are still available to inmates who are unwilling or unable to work but who need some mental respite. I'll make an announcement to the inmates soon and maintain a list of everyone in good standing if you all agree.

I realize this is probably hopeless. I need unanimous cooperation. Even one of you with an item can scuttle it. If you have doubts about whether we should do this, or how, or why, please talk to me.

For those of you who were inmates on the other ship, who are wardens here, listening to this - I know it sounds like I'm asking you to help us take you back to hell, but I swear I'm not. Iris - you don't know her, but she's a version of Bianca who never went cruel or possessive. She's exuberant and dauntless and compassionate and amazing, and she's over there right now suborning that ship with nanites that can affect the barge substance on a fundamental level, that transformed this one almost completely. There's hope for unmaking that place, without abandoning the innocents there, yours or ours. But not if we disintegrate and give that place all our strength to fight her assault.

You can hear this because you're all good people, whatever you've done, however you've struggled. Please help me.

...and if you could all respond, at least in acknowledgement, that will let us know if we have anyone posing as a warden now who isn't one.

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Send the big guns my way, I can handle them.

[He doesn't really sound like the same teenager who said stuff like that before, though. He still sounds tired, and old, but there's a little more resolve and a lot less depression, so that's progress.]

Are you okay?

Edited 2014-10-03 23:07 (UTC)

[A little breath of relief, even though she already knew he was himself, that he's here, that he's with her, that the understood offer is explicit, confirmed, spoken.]

Yeah. Good. I don't know what I'd fucking do without you, you know that?

[And she hasn't quite got to choked, but her voice is rough, heavy. She blinks fast, looks down, hands clenched tight.]

No. I'm not okay.

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[He tries not to feel pained when she says that, because this is still... dangerous territory. People need him. He can't just sit here and do nothing.]

What else can I do?

[She pinches the bridge of her nose, breathes in and out. This is part of what's hardest, being in charge, everyone looking to her for what to do. But he didn't let her give up the key, so that's it. It's on her. Okay. What does she need to do this right. As usual, the answer is information. And Peter has a better skillset for collecting it than most.]

Go through the whole ship, empty cabins too, crawl spaces, inside the elevator shaft. I need a full survey of the damage, what types and how severe and where. That'll let me start working up triage and duty shifts. Don't worry about the library, I know it gets sort of byzantine, I'll tap Chromie to figure out what needs to be done there.

Sure. I'll go now. I'll get video, too.

[And he will, he's already heading out of his room, but.]

Anya- [There's a wince in his expression, because he knows how shitty this is. He knows.] We need to figure out how we're going to do this. We can't keep him down there forever.

[And they can't keep Scott, or Needy, or Mindy, or friggin' Arthas down there forever, too. But Peter's not just letting himself kick back and say hey, go nuts, kill all my friends.]

I know. But I can't -

Look, I'm recused, okay? I can't bring myself to hurt him and he can't bear to look at me and not see her. I'm literally the opposite of help, containment-wise, I set him off.

That's not what I'm asking, [And if he sounds kind of panicky, it's only because he just- he's out of practice. It's so much easier to just bury your head in the sand and not care, but he can't now.]

I mean you need to be safe and not getting stalked and murdered every other week. I can talk to Kara and Steve if you want, or figure out, I don't know.

Is someone his warden?

[She shakes her head.]

Sorry.

No, there's not - the admiral told us to figure it out ourselves, for the switched ones that weren't paired.

I don't know if he'd seek me out. But Kara and Steve and Vin all said they'd help.

Okay. Cool. I'll talk with them.

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