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[patheticvillain]

[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

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[formerself]

Do they have to be an inmate or warden or what? For the gym.

[patheticvillain]

It's supposed to be inmates. I'll take what I can get at this point, though. You thinking for you or somebody else?

[formerself]

Me, mostly. [A beat.] But there's someone else I could ask, maybe. Don't mind fillin' in til you get someone.

[patheticvillain]

Our qualifications are: you have to be able to lift a ten-pound weight without crushing yourself to death, and you can't punch Mickey.

[150th]

I have tried to no avail.

[patheticvillain]

Are you still trying? I feel like maybe somebody should be trying at all times.

[But what does he know, really.]

[150th]

I am no longer capable.

[maytakecenturies]

Do you really need to ask?

[Are any of them NOT trying? She's been making herself sick trying. And that is pretty much all shes' doing outside of dinner shift, so....]

Do you still need a position filled?

[patheticvillain]

Some of you people are really tight-lipped, okay, I thought it wouldn't hurt.

And yeah, we do. You volunteering?

[maytakecenturies]

I am. [She will volunteer for twelve jobs rn.]

What does it entail?

[barewicked]

You can make them? Like, you're an inventor or something?

[patheticvillain]

Oh my god. Man.

Do you want to see something amazing?

[barewicked]

[There's a little flash of a grin at that.]

That's usually my line. But yeah, all right.

[tucky]

How do we steer it? I haven't tried.

[patheticvillain]

It's kind of never come up before, I don't think? I've never had to steer the fucking thing anyway.

[tucky]

You think we can do it with wishes, like we can with everything else?

[mistconduct]

I'd volunteer my inmate for the gym.

If I had one.

[patheticvillain]

Getting impatient?

[mistconduct]

I want one, Cassel. I want my goddamn inmate.

[thelastbullet]

I could use a light.

You get into a fight?

[patheticvillain]

Little bit.

[You mad? he wants to ask, but just chews his lip instead, cocking his head.]

[thelastbullet]

No use getting into a bit of a fight. Best do it right.

[He twitches a little smile at the way Cassel is looking at him, the way he's tilting his head. It's such a familiar sight by now. He's not mad- not yet, anyway. These things change.]

[youwillgotohell]

[She is really grateful for the offer, more grateful that he didn't try to single her out in the offer. Her smile is small and soft and all for him.]

I think you'r cat is about to attack.

[patheticvillain]

Oh, him?

[He looks over his shoulder at Ilia, grins.]

He's always about to attack.

[youwillgotohell]

Well, as long as you know.

[And as her smile starts to slip toward concern, she switches the feed to private.]

Will it hurt you, to make a torch like that?