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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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[thelastbullet]

Respect for your elders, right? [He smirks and leans out of screen to light a cigarette.] That's you.

[patheticvillain]

In a nutshell, yeah.

[thelastbullet]

And a decorated war veteran, besides. [What he's saying, he deserves so much respect, you could almost overlook at the rampant criming he's done.]

[patheticvillain]

[But that's what Cassel respects the most!]

What war was that, the Revolutionary War?

[thelastbullet]

[And that is why they're such good friends.]

You're hilarious. [But touché.]

[patheticvillain]

I know I am. You should try to be more like me.

[No, nobody should do this.]

[thelastbullet]

The Barge couldn't take more than one of you, Sharpe.

[patheticvillain]

You think it might overload?

[thelastbullet]

Any more than it's already doing?

[patheticvillain]

It could happen.

[thelastbullet]

Maybe we shouldn't chance it.

[patheticvillain]

Maybe not. Better safe than sorry.

[thelastbullet]

[He gives another smile, and then grows serious again, momentarily.]

Listen, Cassel... You ever in any trouble you don't know how to solve, you come to me. Alright?

[patheticvillain]

[His grin fades, slowly, like sugar dissolving in tea.]

Yeah. I know, man. You're good for it.

[thelastbullet]

Good. [He nods, satisfied.] I'll talk to you later, then.