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forty-eight ➢ spam + private + video

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[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]

[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]

[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]

private } chris

Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?

private } wichita

You and me, we've got a date. You ready?

filter } inmates

Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.

I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.

( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )

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Only if you promise to take me somewhere fancy.

[ this can't be happening nope not real she did not get paired with Cassel he's supposed to be- ..not her friend, but you know. not her Warden. ]

I'll take you wherever you want to go, as long as it's on this ship and I don't have to pay any real money.

Real money isn't even a real thing here, is it?

[ she's doing that thing where the comment sounds offhanded but you know, it's not, she's interested ]

Sorry. No.

Kind of makes everything seem pointless, right?

[That thing she's doing? He's doing it, too.]

More pointless.

[ there might even be a woeful sigh in there ]

So how does this work, does that "file" you have tell you the steps to get me to graduate? Because I'd like to read that. We can start there.

[ what's the difference between real pairings and temp pairings wichita doesn't know. she's ready for another pep talk and to be left alone for another month. ]

No steps. I have to figure the steps out on my own.

You can read it, though. It's nothing you don't know already. Just your life.

Pick a place to meet or I'll just come track you down.

[ somewhere along "place to meet or-" she starts going "eh eh eh eh", all very "hold up". she's even putting her hand up ]

Back up- Just my what?

Your life. Your history. It's all in the file.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Krysta, right? Bet you want to read it even more now.

[ for a split second she looks like she's about to yell, but then her mouth twists up and she huffs ]

Don't be smug.

And don't call me that.

[ she should probably clarify she's not mad at him, but at the whole entire situation surrounding this conversation, buuuuut she won't ]

Smug's kind of my default. I thought we'd, like, met ever.

[He's not mad. He's not hurt. He's just, like she said, incredibly smug and bad at hiding it.]

[Leaning forward into the camera, he raises one gloved hand, puts the other on his heart.]

I'm not gonna tell anybody. I don't do that shit.

Good. I guess.

[ nope it still sucks ]

So is your name really Cassel?

It's really Cassel Sharpe.

[He hesitates, then shrugs. Because technically that was a lie.]

Well, I go by Sharpe, anyway. My dad changed his name from something else and never told us about it, but I'm used to Sharpe now.

[ ehh it was kind of a test question, but mostly for her own sake, moreso than testing him ]

Yeah, I'm still going to call you Franklin.

For now.

[ ohgoditssoweirdheknowsherrealnamewhatthefuckisshesupposedtodowiththat ]

So did you really want to meet up, or.

[ or should she continue to just keep getting weirder and weirder about this ]

I don't give a shit. Call me Franklin if you want. I'm not really gonna call you Krysta, I'm too used to the other thing.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Of course I really want to meet up. I only asked like ten times.

Where, Wichita?

[ okay there's some part of her that's noticing the whole.. not sounding the same as he normally does, but maybe this is like.. a Warden thing. maybe he's just trying to treat her a little different now. she doesn't know. but the word choice gets a browqurk before she shrugs ]

The bar. I'll meet you there in thirty, yeah?

Half an hour.

[He gives a lazy salute and cuts the feed, then makes his slow way to the bar, where he waits outside with his warden item to let her in. It's two coins mashed together by superhuman force, attached to a thong and tied around his neck. He swings it idly back and forth, whistling, waiting.]

[ it's not exactly thirty minutes later that she shows up, but it's close enough, hands in her pockets and boots scuffing against the floor. same as always. the idea of Cassel having a file with any kind of details about her life kind of makes her want to crawl right out of her skin, but it's easy enough to not let that show. well, it's not completely coloring the way she's looking at him when she approaches, giving him a welp sort of huff when she comes to a stop ]

Sup, Warden?

[The file's tucked under his arm, in clear view. She's looking at him like everything's normal, so that's how he looks back at her, too, grinning sharply and holding the door of the pub open.]

You're up, inmate. It's all about you today.

I'd be okay with it not being all about me, actually. Just- really okay with it.

[ but there's no hesitation in her stepping into the bar after he opens the door for her, already trying to figure out her drinking gameplan here. she doesn't want to get trashed, but however much it'll take for this to stop seeming like an incredibly awkward, awful dream ( not a nightmare, just a dream ). ]

I think you should just tell me how you graduated, and I'll do that.

[He raises his eyebrows, following her inside, his gait loose and even, his expression wide-open. When she eventually settles, he'll sit next to her so close that their elbows are almost touching. Buddy-buddy.]

That's not how it works. We're not the same person. I know you know that.

I graduated through the power of love, though.

[ the closeness gets a sideeye through her bangs, but she won't comment on it, instead just leaning her chin in her hand and pretending she doesn't realize she's totally brooding right now. ]

The power of love? Love doesn't convince anyone not to con. If anything it just spurs us on. Sometimes.

[ eh he never said what kind of love. not that she's buyin' it ]

You don't have to tell me, it's fine.

No, but you don't get it. It's that plus this place - being stuck here. You can't get out, like, ever. Maybe it's closer to Stockholm syndrome than anything, but it's like, if you don't learn to make your home here, you go crazy.

And if you don't change here, you go crazy. Are you gonna go crazy on me, Wichita?

[It's teasing, but. Also not really. He also kind of totally wants to know. She doesn't seem like the type, but you never can tell sometimes.]

[ she sniffs at "make your home here", and she decides after that it was intentional, that it wasn't a subconscious sort of thing, because she's in control of her homesicksness, she is. it's under lock, for sure. ]

There's only one thing that could make me go crazy, and I'm pretty sure that [ she jabs her finger towards the file ] makes it abundantly clear what that thing is. Her name's probably all over it.

Not her real name.

[If that helps. He's not sure why, except that maybe the total invasion of privacy is reserved for inmates only. And Little Rock isn't an inmate. Although by the look of this file, that might not last long.]

Are you thinking, what, I'm gonna use her against you somehow?

No. [ it comes out quick, her brow furrowing up. all very "you fool" ] I'm saying you have nothing to worry about, because as long as she's safe - which apparently she will be as long as I'm here - then we're fine. You won't see me freaking out in any way.

[ she'll even flick her bangs out of her eyes and tilts her head to give him a very charming smile, well practiced ]

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