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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

[secretasshole]

[David doesn't quite react to the meowing, although it does get filed away as another fact about her. Because he's a freak like that.]

Then I suppose it's for the best that she didn't follow you here.

[demon_knight]

I didn't dislike her that much. She was an okay person. Just a pain in the ass boss.

She's not around anymore, anyway.

[secretasshole]

I'm sorry.

[demon_knight]

Hey, it works out here? She'll have done it for a good cause.

Speaking of which, where are you here for, tall and serious?

[secretasshole]

I was decapitated during a scientific mission and revived here shortly thereafter. [N B D.]

[demon_knight]

Boy. That is a hell of a way to go.

[As if David does not know this.]

[secretasshole]

I'd imagine there are better deaths.

[Also a lot worse ones. Like turning into a horrifying zombie monster and killing a bunch of your crewmates or having an alien explode out of you, but. Anyway.]

[demon_knight]

Here's hopin' you don't gotta go back to it. [Crass or rude, she doesn't actively wish ill on most people. Save for the demonic ones.]

[secretasshole]

I'm certain I'll over come it either way. [One of the useful things about being a robot: not actually dying when your head is separated from your body.

... Although there is quite possibly no one left to eventually reattach his head to his body. That would suck.]

[demon_knight]

Over come your head bein' cut off? Just checking here?

[secretasshole]

I'm certain it won't exactly be pleasant, but I've been designed to survive fairly severe damage that would certainly kill a human.

[demon_knight]

And what are you?

[secretasshole]

An android, ma'am.

[demon_knight]

...

[Welp. She's talking to a robot.]

So no magnets on your head?

[secretasshole]

[He flashes a small smile.] Magnets won't do me much harm, but I'd still appreciate not having any near my head.

[demon_knight]

You seem more uh... I guess alive? Than I expected robots to be.

[And she's sort of surprised he's here to be redeemed.]

But then again, you're probably more alive than you expected to be, huh?

[secretasshole]

I suppose that's true.