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[demon_knight]

[Public | Audio]

Okay. I was just up on the deck? That's fucked up.

Why make a starship look like a boat? A regular old boat? How is that supposed to make people more comfortable. This is about the ponciest of white collar prisons I've ever seen, and that's a hell of a way to prevent escapes? But this is a goddamn boat in space. If there was any level of "at ease" that was supposed to happen with that, I think it missed the mark.

The view is pretty, though, even if it doesn't make any sense.

[She clears her throat after that introduction.]

My name is Jeryline. [No last name added.] Your Admiral, in a miracle of cosmic intelligence, has seen fit to make me a warden. [Something in her tone says this is really funny to her. The stuff she's gotten roped into lately has been a little bit beyond even her wildest expectations.] I would kind of like to get a rundown of how things work here. [Because last time she got a "stab them in the eyes" and "they can't get past the blood" and whatever she saw. She has a lot of memories that aren't hers, but she would have liked some more explanations, thank you.]

From what I gathered, someone fucked up, he or she does not know that there was a fuck up, I'll have to point out to them how they fucked up until they realize they fucked up and won't fuck up again, and then I can go back home, right?

Comments

[bloodyamericans]

Apparently my company. [ Which is not really an answer, although if you thought about it it was definitely more 'inmate' than 'warden'. She might still be in denial about why she's here though (and more) ] I can't blame them.

[demon_knight]

At least you're goin' in with confidence. If you're on a ship full of as much bullshit as they say this one is, that's a good call.

[bloodyamericans]

It always finds a use. [ And someone earlier was confused about her attitude. See, this person had it right ] I'd watch out for what you hear.

[demon_knight]

How do you mean watch out for what you hear?

[bloodyamericans]

There's a lot that's said, but not a lot that makes sense.

[demon_knight]

A year ago, I would have felt the same way. But I've seen some really strange shit since then. What's gone down so far?

[bloodyamericans]

And that means you'd believe anything? [ There's a pause ] That I don't know. I haven't been here long.

[demon_knight]

Ever seen a guy punch through somebody's head? And that's just the start of it.

I'm not willing to believe everything, but I've gotten around to letting people have the chance to prove it.

[bloodyamericans]

I know someone that could get it done. [ Even if she doesn't want to think that Eliot could or would do that ]

Do you want it proven? This whole... thing.

[demon_knight]

I don't necessarily want it proven, but I've seen some real shit. Some real shit that shouldn't have been. And now I've got this [She holds up the palm of her hand. There are seven stars branded into the center, and one of them actually moves across her palm.]

So I'd rather be prepared.

[bloodyamericans]

Do they mean anything? The stars.

[demon_knight]

They'll tell me when I'm ready to kick the bucket and someone is better for my job than me. I will understate the idea and say that it's a bummer. The only way I'll know when is that the stars'll line up.

[bloodyamericans]

And what, when someone's better that's it? Nothing else?

[demon_knight]

That's pretty much what it boils down to, I think.

[bloodyamericans]

Aren't they kind. All that work and nothing to save you? Do they at least remember?

[demon_knight]

I remember almost everything of the people before me. So I guess there's that. Makes dreams confusing, though. [Daydreams, moreso.]

[bloodyamericans]

As long as they're remembered. [ It sounds a little more worth it, then ]