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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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[americasdirtiest]

Rule three: newbie gets the first round at the end of the day.

[formerself]

Don't think fuckin' dicks get the first round in, bruv.

[americasdirtiest]

It's that or hazing, bitch. You pick.

[formerself]

Hazing. What the fuck's that meant to be?

[americasdirtiest]

What, you don't have that word on your side of the water?

[formerself]

Not outside the bullshit teen movies you lot keep sendin' over here, nah, not really.

[americasdirtiest]

Means we get to beat the shit out of you for fun.

[formerself]

So either I can get the first round in, or I can kick your arse and then have to do your fuckin' job while you're laid up.

[...]

First round it is, then.

[americasdirtiest]

Nice try, Unwin. Glad to see you making the right call, though.