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[yourunichase]

Barge coma is just another way for the man in charge to fuck with us.

[Private to Parker's friends (especially the Tough Ass Women club.)
So did I miss anything important while I was dead to the world?

[Private to Parker.]
You. Me. Talking. I've got something for you.

[Private to Angelica]
Let's play with some fucking swords.

[Private to Laura]
A drink?

Comments

[strangehistorian]

Oh...dear. That just happened to you? I'm so sorry... Does this happen often?

[yourunichase]

Yeah, I was in a coma for four fucking days.

And yeah, it happens pretty fucking often.

[strangehistorian]

The more I learn about this place the more I wonder if the Admiral will indeed keep his word... or if it's worth it to wait to find out. Why does anyone stay here under these conditions?

[yourunichase]

Because we want our deals.

Who the hell are you, anyway?

[strangehistorian]

[A little taken aback by the language :0]

I'm a new warden here, Chromie.

[yourunichase]

Chromie? [A blank stare. Not going there.]

I'm Parker.

[strangehistorian]

It's a nickname. [n_n]

Very nice to meet you, Parker.

[yourunichase]

I see.

So, I'm assuming warden?

[strangehistorian]

Yes. Very new, though, and beginning to consider that the dangers to my person are not worth what was promised me... if the Admiral does indeed intend to deliver.

[Sigh.]

[yourunichase]

Just because you're a warden doesn't mean the warden's not going to fuck you up three ways from fucking Sunday. He likes doing it.

[strangehistorian]

Yes I... was afraid of that. If I can't place my confidence in him, it may not be worth it to stay here.

[yourunichase]

Yeah, well, some people just can't hack it here.

[strangehistorian]

It doesn't make sense to treat his volunteers this way.

[yourunichase]

Long story short? Because he can.

[strangehistorian]

If this is a general consensus, I don't know why anyone would choose to stay. He's clearly not sincere. If his only motivation is to trap us, there's no reason to believe he will fulfill his promises.

[yourunichase]

I stay because I want my deal. Simple as that. I was an inmate first and now I want to graduate mine so I can go home.

[strangehistorian]

How can we be guaranteed he'll deliver on the deals?

[yourunichase]

We don't. He's asshole, but we have to [Parker sounds a bit like she's swallowing a feathered chicken here.] trust that he's not that much of an asshole.

[strangehistorian]

[Still squeaky, but now with a Serious Business gravity that a gnome really shouldn't be able to produce.]

He has not made himself trustworthy.

[yourunichase]

[Yeah, she catches that.]

Nope. But there isn't a thing you can do about it. Complain. Maybe you'll get some fucking cookies.

[strangehistorian]

Cookies...?

[yourunichase]

Yeah, with fucking smiley faces on them.

[strangehistorian]

So people contact him and he ignores them. This is not a good sign that his intentions with our promises are genuine, either. If he does not care what becomes of us here, why would he bother to reward us?

[yourunichase]

Why else would we come otherwise?

[strangehistorian]

And why would we stay?

I will be truthful; I do not plan on staying if I cannot be assured I will get what I was promised. Much more than my own fate hangs in the balance.