50: You have got to be kidding.

[yourunichase]

No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]

No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.

[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]

God damn it!

[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]

Fuck this place.

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Yep. He is.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You're a warden. You tell me.

[yourunichase]

You think I'm a warden? How fucking cute.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

To be fair, there isn't much of a behavior gap between wardens and inmates.

[yourunichase]

Well, that's true.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

For the record, I would have aimed the fear gas only at the wardens if it were possible.

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[yourunichase]

I would have been fucked then, considering you thought I fucking was one, now wouldn't I?

[A beat.]

I appreciate that though.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Yes, well. Sadly the wardens don't have any convinient warden only parties.

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[yourunichase]

It's too bad. Maybe we should give them a fucking reason too. Crane, right?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Now that's the kind of talk I like.

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[yourunichase]

Good to know.