public } away from harvey dent

So, after that surprisingly non-traumatic port, I have a non-philosophical question for all of you. I know this is rare, but hold your thanks until the end. It's actually not that interesting.

Book recommendations? I've got something like a month until that school thing starts, and I'm running out of ideas. First smartass to recommend Eat Pray Love gets some important item stolen off their person.

Also, James Bond is a terrible sailor. You heard it here first.

private } poison ivy

I want to know why you did what you did.

I know that it might not be my business, or that you might have some reason for doing it that won't make sense to me, but it's driving me nuts and I would just - really like to know. If that's okay.

And thanks, is the other thing.

private } zane

I fixed up the room. Can you come out yet?

spam } marsh

[Cassel makes his way to Marsh's room early in the morning with a covered birdcage, careful to carry it evenly and not jostle. He's toyed with the idea of just leaving it outside Marsh's room or breaking in, but ultimately has decided that if he does that the confusion factor might get too high.]

[Instead he knocks and waits ever-so-patiently for the door to be answered. At least for five to ten seconds, after which he sighs and lounges against the doorframe.]

private/voice } lark; 8/1

So a little bird told me you wanted to talk.

This has kind of moved past "calm before the storm" territory into "holy shit, what's happening". [Shockingly, Cassel does not look that bothered.]

You know what I think is really funny - everybody says, you know, the Admiral's an inscrutable dick but when bad things happen you all complain to him anyway. Has that ever changed anything? [He holds his hands up - white flag.] Just asking.

private | Kon

You know this economy thing is gonna cut down on your ability to use the carrot. Time for the stick?

private | Barron

Two questions.

private | Riddick

Hey, do you have a second? I want to pick your brain about something.

spam | Chris & open

[This boat's getting worse. And by worse, in a weird way, Cassel kind of means more interesting. It's not fun, but it conforms to his expectations. All the padding's being pulled away, and what's underneath is what's been underneath the whole time. The Barge was always a lie. The spa and the pub and the gym and the art room, they were wool. Officially pulled over everyone's eyes.]

[Except his. He expected this. Nobody's ever really looking to help him. And if Kon really believes they are, he's about to learn better. Something bad is gonna happen, something really bad, because something really bad always happens to Cassel. He's ready to laugh and spit in its face if he has to.]

[Which is why he's on deck right now, a Gitane dangling from his lip, the picture of calm. He'd be chain-smoking if he could, but since Kon won't get him a case, this is decent enough for now. This is a grand Cassel-style fuck you to the Admiral, as well as a little smoke therapy. If Lila was here - ]

[He chuckles through the smoke. Well, if Lila was here, the Admiral'd be dead. That's my girl.]

[Later: By now it's a matter of course to look out for Chris when he's ambling aimlessly around the boat. Now, with less to do, less to keep him occupied, Chris is just about the only other person here who doesn't infuriate him on a constant basis - other than Barron, sometimes, and Iris when she's not in warden mode - so when he gets bored out of his mind it's Chris's door he knocks on. Ostensibly to touch base on that whole poker face thing, but really just because.]

[Barge, say hello to Cassel wearing a shit-eating grin and lounging on his crappy boarding-school bed. He's got a piece of cardboard held face-away against his chest and the air of someone about to impart glory to the masses.]

So as a bunch of you just noticed, dying sucks. That's why most people don't make a habit of it. Lucky for us inmates, we're trapped here and free to die as many times as we can manage. [He pauses.] Or handle before going insane.

There's no reason to mope about it, though. Sure, it hurts. But it's also an opportunity to do something super fun with your fellow prisoners - which is good, because who doesn't like teambuilding?

Which is why your friendly neighborhood Red Mist and I came up with this.

[He turns the card around and displays it, Vanna White-style.] Death bingo. Middle square is a freebie, the death that brought you to the ship in the first place, which, by the way, can't be used on any of the other squares. Any Wardens who want to play will be one behind, but on the plus side, you have complete control over our lives!

Side note: it'd be cool to have more than one card to switch things up, so make your own, tell your friends if you have any, prizes to be determined.

[He salutes the camera and shuts the feed off.]

private | prefect

So was that a favor to my brother or what? He's really got you wrapped around his little finger.


( ooc; the bottom left corner says shooting lololol my handwriting is worse than i remembered )