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demon_knight) wrote2013-01-14 04:01 pm
demon_knight) wrote2013-01-14 04:01 pm
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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?
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?
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[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?
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