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Sep. 13th, 2031 12:14 pmI BRING YOU. From Eddie's suggestion post, as he's had no objection (as yet, but wips)!
The Wall of the Departed
( Some ooc rules/notes )
( Some ooc rules/notes )
1.1.01.01.73: forbidden numbers.
Oct. 6th, 2011 12:54 pmAs Victor has duly informed you all, he graduated. Not without considerable effort or thought on his part.
He has spoken for more than I ever could.
I am, however, about to go home. I cannot, truly, stay. I fear I would lose sight of what I have to do, of what I must do. There is a significant part of me which hates to surrender the freedoms I have gained here, but it would be selfish of me to keep those freedoms to myself. There is a whole society which has none of them - and I have to help bring them about.
Which can only bring me to my final note to you all - never take any freedom you have for granted. Never assume it will always be there. Even the inmates amongst you, who I know have less freedom than myself here. Remember, there is a freedom to love, there is a freedom of knowledge, there is a freedom to ask questions, a freedom to know there are questions that need asking, a freedom to tell someone to fuck right off if you want, and a freedom to take your tie off. It's hard to put freedoms down once you know they exist. Often you only notice how few you have when you see how others live.
Sacrifices for the good of the collective.
[Private to Chromie]
I'll leave you all my questionnaires and notes.
[Private to Jane]
I'm going to leave you with my swatch, and instructions. As well as the notes my father left me. You may want to tell a doctor, so they can ensure nothing goes wrong, or if you're unconscious, but I'll leave that choice to you.
Everything else... I'd like to say to you in person.
[Private to George]
Make sure Jane's alright when I'm gone. I'm sorry in advance if she punches you in the nose.
[Warden filter]
Although I'm leaving, my board will be exactly where I left it. Someone else might want to watch for offensive messages on it, though.
He has spoken for more than I ever could.
I am, however, about to go home. I cannot, truly, stay. I fear I would lose sight of what I have to do, of what I must do. There is a significant part of me which hates to surrender the freedoms I have gained here, but it would be selfish of me to keep those freedoms to myself. There is a whole society which has none of them - and I have to help bring them about.
Which can only bring me to my final note to you all - never take any freedom you have for granted. Never assume it will always be there. Even the inmates amongst you, who I know have less freedom than myself here. Remember, there is a freedom to love, there is a freedom of knowledge, there is a freedom to ask questions, a freedom to know there are questions that need asking, a freedom to tell someone to fuck right off if you want, and a freedom to take your tie off. It's hard to put freedoms down once you know they exist. Often you only notice how few you have when you see how others live.
Sacrifices for the good of the collective.
[Private to Chromie]
I'll leave you all my questionnaires and notes.
[Private to Jane]
I'm going to leave you with my swatch, and instructions. As well as the notes my father left me. You may want to tell a doctor, so they can ensure nothing goes wrong, or if you're unconscious, but I'll leave that choice to you.
Everything else... I'd like to say to you in person.
[Private to George]
Make sure Jane's alright when I'm gone. I'm sorry in advance if she punches you in the nose.
[Warden filter]
Although I'm leaving, my board will be exactly where I left it. Someone else might want to watch for offensive messages on it, though.
1.1.01.01.38: green sector east.
Sep. 30th, 2011 10:19 pmSo we all know each other's... well buried secrets.
Except, I imagine that they're still quite well buried. They all came at once - and unless you put the effort in to go back and read everyone's... it's hard to remember who said what, except the people you were really paying attention to. Especially if you were trying to control the damage someone else was doing, or making huge confessions of our own.
[Warden filter, minus Jane]
Two questions, everyone:
Does anyone have any... technology I couldborrow have? Nothing dangerous or lethal. It doesn't even have to be useful. Just anything that post-dates either Victor, or tractors. Some are for him, some are for other purposes.
Secondly, does anyone have... children? Just as a query.
[Filtered to Prefect, Narvin, any other painfully bureaucratic wardens]
Um.
Is there something you need to do or fill in when an inmate graduates? Like... something official?
I'd hate to miss any formalities and you seem the sort of gentlemen who would know.
[Private to the Admiral]
I'd like to change my deal. I'd like, specifically, the following Univisual paints:
[INSERT LONG LIST OF hue-brightness-saturation NUMBERS HERE]
Many thanks in advance.
[Private to Jane]
Victor's going to graduate.
I... I think I might go home.mostly to punch dad.
Stop me, if you want. I'm not sure why, I just feel like... the longer I stay here, the more complacent I get.
I... asked for my deal to be changed back to the original. I supposed that was the less selfish option.
Do what you like with yours, but I'd... please think of Dorien.
Come to my room tonight.
[Private to Victor]
Did you have that conversation with Rex?
And... I hope you don't think I'm too much of a bad man. For... everything with Violet.
[Private to George]
I'm sorry if I was... short with you. I didn't realise that...
Things work differently at home, I think.
Except, I imagine that they're still quite well buried. They all came at once - and unless you put the effort in to go back and read everyone's... it's hard to remember who said what, except the people you were really paying attention to. Especially if you were trying to control the damage someone else was doing, or making huge confessions of our own.
[Warden filter, minus Jane]
Two questions, everyone:
Does anyone have any... technology I could
Secondly, does anyone have... children? Just as a query.
[Filtered to Prefect, Narvin, any other painfully bureaucratic wardens]
Um.
Is there something you need to do or fill in when an inmate graduates? Like... something official?
I'd hate to miss any formalities and you seem the sort of gentlemen who would know.
[Private to the Admiral]
I'd like to change my deal. I'd like, specifically, the following Univisual paints:
[INSERT LONG LIST OF hue-brightness-saturation NUMBERS HERE]
Many thanks in advance.
[Private to Jane]
Victor's going to graduate.
I... I think I might go home.
Stop me, if you want. I'm not sure why, I just feel like... the longer I stay here, the more complacent I get.
I... asked for my deal to be changed back to the original. I supposed that was the less selfish option.
Do what you like with yours, but I'd... please think of Dorien.
Come to my room tonight.
[Private to Victor]
Did you have that conversation with Rex?
And... I hope you don't think I'm too much of a bad man. For... everything with Violet.
[Private to George]
I'm sorry if I was... short with you. I didn't realise that...
Things work differently at home, I think.
You know, ever since that port, I've been thinking about Violet.
( Cut for reference to sex with dubious consent. And I don't know wtf lj did to my first post. )
( Cut for reference to sex with dubious consent. And I don't know wtf lj did to my first post. )
( An unsent letter to... Lady Petronilla. )
( Unsent letter to his father )
Weddings! Truly joyous occasions for all. I trust all decent citizens will be attending mine. I trust all indecent citizens will be staying away.
[Actual message to Petronilla]
I believe I have to come and try some new hose on.
Your daughter will be there, won't she?
[OPEN SPAM LATER - multiple me, if you like. One is reserved for Victor, though.]
[Eddie is running away. Into the woods. Half dressed in hose, and with a ripped shirt. He's a bit less skinny and a bit more Disney-Prince than usual. He jumped out of a window in an act of derring-do and is now on the run from his future mother-in-law and numerous other people. He has no idea where he's going, or how to survive without a manservant, and in any other circumstances, would die.
Unless someone magically appears to help him out...]
((ooc: Edward, for reference, is a visiting prince from a nearby poxy little tinpot kingdom, and is desperately trying to get out of his arranged marriage, 'cause he loves some cheery, lovely peasant girl. Feel free to assume you're invited/know anyone involved, etc. Go nuts. If you want in/have nothing to do with a variety of female characters for the purposes of plot, come bug me. Otherwise peasant girl/future wife etc will be assumed.
It's canon. But not as you know it.))
( Unsent letter to his father )
Weddings! Truly joyous occasions for all. I trust all decent citizens will be attending mine. I trust all indecent citizens will be staying away.
[Actual message to Petronilla]
I believe I have to come and try some new hose on.
Your daughter will be there, won't she?
[OPEN SPAM LATER - multiple me, if you like. One is reserved for Victor, though.]
[Eddie is running away. Into the woods. Half dressed in hose, and with a ripped shirt. He's a bit less skinny and a bit more Disney-Prince than usual. He jumped out of a window in an act of derring-do and is now on the run from his future mother-in-law and numerous other people. He has no idea where he's going, or how to survive without a manservant, and in any other circumstances, would die.
Unless someone magically appears to help him out...]
((ooc: Edward, for reference, is a visiting prince from a nearby poxy little tinpot kingdom, and is desperately trying to get out of his arranged marriage, 'cause he loves some cheery, lovely peasant girl. Feel free to assume you're invited/know anyone involved, etc. Go nuts. If you want in/have nothing to do with a variety of female characters for the purposes of plot, come bug me. Otherwise peasant girl/future wife etc will be assumed.
It's canon. But not as you know it.))
1.1.01.01.035: standard variations.
Sep. 12th, 2011 02:29 pmRelated to my inmate's last post - we had an idea, and not just about that particular situation, but in general.
Normally, I'd take this to just the wardens, but I think it really does affect everyone, so I'll make it public.
At home, we have something called the Book of the Gone - where we keep records and testimonies to those who have died and provided good service to the Collective.
I was thinking, perhaps, we could do something similar: except everyone can write in it, and maybe it ought to be more public. I was thinking we could get a noticeboard, some bits of card and a pen, and people can write something to remember people that have left - for whatever reason - by.
As I think perhaps it's a little easy to forget people were here, as most other evidence of them is removed, and it's especially important to remember people that have graduated and moved on. If only as evidence that it can, indeed, happen.
I'd be happy to manage the noticeboard, and make sure people don't use it as a way to anonymously insult people who aren't here. If you have issues with someone that's left, perhaps they're best discussed with your friends, rather than posted in public. I'd take down anything insulting, and keep copies of all entries, so if one goes missing, it can be replaced.
I guess it's sort of a way of acknowledging that these people were here, and did impact on us. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the idea, and any changes I could make. If nobody really likes it, I can find my own use for the noticeboard.
[Warden filter] [Filter removed, now open to the public.]
And I believe it is customary to vote on such things, so... for, against, suggestions for change?
I'd like to think it's a beneficial idea.
[Private to the Admiral]
I'd like a large magnetic noticeboard and about 100 small magnets, please.
Normally, I'd take this to just the wardens, but I think it really does affect everyone, so I'll make it public.
At home, we have something called the Book of the Gone - where we keep records and testimonies to those who have died and provided good service to the Collective.
I was thinking, perhaps, we could do something similar: except everyone can write in it, and maybe it ought to be more public. I was thinking we could get a noticeboard, some bits of card and a pen, and people can write something to remember people that have left - for whatever reason - by.
As I think perhaps it's a little easy to forget people were here, as most other evidence of them is removed, and it's especially important to remember people that have graduated and moved on. If only as evidence that it can, indeed, happen.
I'd be happy to manage the noticeboard, and make sure people don't use it as a way to anonymously insult people who aren't here. If you have issues with someone that's left, perhaps they're best discussed with your friends, rather than posted in public. I'd take down anything insulting, and keep copies of all entries, so if one goes missing, it can be replaced.
I guess it's sort of a way of acknowledging that these people were here, and did impact on us. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the idea, and any changes I could make. If nobody really likes it, I can find my own use for the noticeboard.
And I believe it is customary to vote on such things, so... for, against, suggestions for change?
I'd like to think it's a beneficial idea.
[Private to the Admiral]
I'd like a large magnetic noticeboard and about 100 small magnets, please.
1.1.01.01.034: open returns.
Sep. 8th, 2011 11:54 pm[Eddie has his stiff, formal tone on.]
It seems Tommy has left. I don't know if it's permanent or not, but all evidence points to permanent.
[pause pause]
We should make sure people aren't forgotten here. Somehow.
[pause, pause. He sounds like he going to say something else, then just... doesn't.]
It seems Tommy has left. I don't know if it's permanent or not, but all evidence points to permanent.
[pause pause]
We should make sure people aren't forgotten here. Somehow.
[pause, pause. He sounds like he going to say something else, then just... doesn't.]
1.1.01.01.033: flowers must not be picked.
Sep. 3rd, 2011 12:59 pm[Eddie is sat in the colour garden. The colours of the flowers should be enough to give normal people headaches. He's got a book open. He's picking through the red flowers, though, and vaguely humming Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific.]
When I look at Univisual Red - that's the artificial stuff - it's not just looking at Red. It's memories of a musical, of [slight pause] your parents. Of a family pet.
[He stops looking at them, because that's driving him nuts.] Sensory overload in a way.
Other colours produced are similar, you hear classical music when you take Green. It makes looking at a piece of art produced in Univisual paint... something to be experienced.
Someone recently told me that this is... unusual for the Previous. It's called, um, synesthesia. It's quite fascinating to read about, actually. I was wondering if anyone here had experienced this.
[Private to Jane]
I forgot to tell you two things. If you're not busy.
[Infirmary filter]
Hi. Just a quick note to say that Victor's said he'd much prefer to work in the engine room. I said he could, so... if they want him, I'm going to have to pull him from your staff. Hope this isn't a problem.
[Engine room wardens.]
My inmate - Victor Frankenstein - expressed an interest in working in the engine room. I know he's not, ah, got a great track record with machines, but I presume you teach him safety and all these things, so it might do him some good. More than anything, he's very interested in doing it and quite trustworthy.
[Private to Victor]
I contacted both the infirmary and engine room about you wanting to change work. I'll let you know what they say.
I also had a favour to ask.
When I look at Univisual Red - that's the artificial stuff - it's not just looking at Red. It's memories of a musical, of [slight pause] your parents. Of a family pet.
[He stops looking at them, because that's driving him nuts.] Sensory overload in a way.
Other colours produced are similar, you hear classical music when you take Green. It makes looking at a piece of art produced in Univisual paint... something to be experienced.
Someone recently told me that this is... unusual for the Previous. It's called, um, synesthesia. It's quite fascinating to read about, actually. I was wondering if anyone here had experienced this.
[Private to Jane]
I forgot to tell you two things. If you're not busy.
[Infirmary filter]
Hi. Just a quick note to say that Victor's said he'd much prefer to work in the engine room. I said he could, so... if they want him, I'm going to have to pull him from your staff. Hope this isn't a problem.
[Engine room wardens.]
My inmate - Victor Frankenstein - expressed an interest in working in the engine room. I know he's not, ah, got a great track record with machines, but I presume you teach him safety and all these things, so it might do him some good. More than anything, he's very interested in doing it and quite trustworthy.
[Private to Victor]
I contacted both the infirmary and engine room about you wanting to change work. I'll let you know what they say.
I also had a favour to ask.
[Backdated to just before the end of the flood]
...I hate this flood. I really, really hate this flood.
[PRIVATE TO SVETA]
How. How do you put up with her? How?
She's more demanding than Violet. Than Violet's mother! Than... GAH. [just frustration and then....
Oh, it's over.]
Come get your inmate. Please. Please.
[Private to Jane]
I am entirely fed up and am going to get tauping Limed.
Are you joining me?
Petronilla is crazier than... she's just crazy!
...I hate this flood. I really, really hate this flood.
[PRIVATE TO SVETA]
How. How do you put up with her? How?
She's more demanding than Violet. Than Violet's mother! Than... GAH. [just frustration and then....
Oh, it's over.]
Come get your inmate. Please. Please.
[Private to Jane]
I am entirely fed up and am going to get tauping Limed.
Are you joining me?
Petronilla is crazier than... she's just crazy!
1.1.01.01.031: vulgar mispronunciations.
Aug. 28th, 2011 03:46 pmUh...
My item seems to be... malfunctioning?
I've acquired someone else's inmate. And lost Victor.
How... Was I doing a bad job? I wasn't doing a bad job. I wasn't complacent or...
Munsell in a canoe, what is this?
[Private to Sveta]
Petronilla's your inmate, right?
She seems to be on my item.
...What should I do? I don't think I've ever talked to her before.
[Private to Petronilla]
Hello! I'm Eddie Russett, and I'm not quite sure what's happened. I think it's an accident, as I definitely don't have your file or anything, but you seem to be my inmate.
Or at least, seem to be on my item. If you need anything, ask... actually, perhaps we could meet. Perhaps we should.
[Private to Victor]
I don't know what's going off, but keep in touch.
[Private to Jane]
Ugh, this makes no sense.
I just want to get Limed tonight. Is that bad?
My item seems to be... malfunctioning?
I've acquired someone else's inmate. And lost Victor.
How... Was I doing a bad job? I wasn't doing a bad job. I wasn't complacent or...
Munsell in a canoe, what is this?
[Private to Sveta]
Petronilla's your inmate, right?
She seems to be on my item.
...What should I do? I don't think I've ever talked to her before.
[Private to Petronilla]
Hello! I'm Eddie Russett, and I'm not quite sure what's happened. I think it's an accident, as I definitely don't have your file or anything, but you seem to be my inmate.
Or at least, seem to be on my item. If you need anything, ask... actually, perhaps we could meet. Perhaps we should.
[Private to Victor]
I don't know what's going off, but keep in touch.
[Private to Jane]
Ugh, this makes no sense.
I just want to get Limed tonight. Is that bad?
This might be an unpopular question, but... plenty of people have said that the person they were was nothing like them at all. Did anyone have the opposite? That they were someone quite familiar. Perhaps how they used to be in the past, or how they'd be if something seemingly insignificant never happened, or did happen?
I'm also wondering whether everyone was like that, and people are just denying it. [That strike was obliterated.]
I've never been more grateful for spotting inefficiency in queuing. Nor for East Carmine. Nor for Pointless Tasks.
So yes! If you... could see some of yourself in the person you were, perhaps it might be good to share what you're grateful for that made you like you today. Inmates too. It's better to be yourself and know what made you that way than to be...a drone of the Collective forced to be something else.
[Private to Jane]
You're not really like
I won't let you be like...
Just how many people did you youknow wi
No, that's like you getting upset over Vio...
And that was entirely different now I think
You know what, if this is how easily it goes to brown, go hom
I'm coming to see you. If you don't want me to, say now and I'll stop.
[Private to Victor]
I'm sorry about that. Even if that wasn't... the you I know, I'm sorry.
There's something I'd like to show you.
[Private to George]
I think, generally, we have enough difficulties around here with floods like this.
So when... when everyone's alright, I'd like to take you up on your offer.
If you're alright.
[Private to Una]
Are you alright?
If you are, I'd like to show you something. About what we discussed before.
[pause]
I don't suppose you can get me a bacon sandwich, can you? A merit and... [bad habits] Never mind. I'll repay you some how if you can.
[Private to himself.]
( In which Eddie gets his Winston Smith on and starts writing to himself. )
I've never been more grateful for spotting inefficiency in queuing. Nor for East Carmine. Nor for Pointless Tasks.
So yes! If you... could see some of yourself in the person you were, perhaps it might be good to share what you're grateful for that made you like you today. Inmates too. It's better to be yourself and know what made you that way than to be...
[Private to Jane]
I'm coming to see you. If you don't want me to, say now and I'll stop.
[Private to Victor]
I'm sorry about that. Even if that wasn't... the you I know, I'm sorry.
There's something I'd like to show you.
[Private to George]
I think, generally, we have enough difficulties around here with floods like this.
So when... when everyone's alright, I'd like to take you up on your offer.
If you're alright.
[Private to Una]
Are you alright?
If you are, I'd like to show you something. About what we discussed before.
[pause]
I don't suppose you can get me a bacon sandwich, can you? A merit and... [bad habits] Never mind. I'll repay you some how if you can.
[Private to himself.]
( In which Eddie gets his Winston Smith on and starts writing to himself. )
You know, I like being here, sometimes. All the... violence, the chaos...
It reminds me why the Rules exist. Because not a single one of you act with regard for anyone else. You're all selfish and have no concern for the Collective. No concern for each other.
You Previous... you're everything we were told. Worship of the Me. That's what we believe you all did, with your hollow eyes and your Parker Brothers' maps.
And that's all I see, day in, day out, here.
I can't wait to get home. Soon. I miss Constance.That's the appropriate thing to say, right?
[Infirmary filter]
Lime is a narcotic. Abuse of medicinal hue, especially Green, can lead to the degradation of the visual cortex.
Jane Brunswick needs us to intervene. Sooner rather than later. We need to remove the Greens she's requested from her possession before she damages herself seriously.
[Private to Victor]
Fifty merits if you can find anyone affected by the... strangeness some people are demonstrating. It's worrying and disruptive to the collective.
Also, violin lessons tonight. Bring the Vivaldi.
[Private to Una]
I'm worried about Jane. She just... refuses to listen to the Rules and I don't want her to go... on the Night Train, you know?
I'm sure she's not crazy like people say, but... the way she treats me, the things she does...
She will deserve what ever happens to her.
It reminds me why the Rules exist. Because not a single one of you act with regard for anyone else. You're all selfish and have no concern for the Collective. No concern for each other.
You Previous... you're everything we were told. Worship of the Me. That's what we believe you all did, with your hollow eyes and your Parker Brothers' maps.
And that's all I see, day in, day out, here.
I can't wait to get home. Soon. I miss Constance.
[Infirmary filter]
Lime is a narcotic. Abuse of medicinal hue, especially Green, can lead to the degradation of the visual cortex.
Jane Brunswick needs us to intervene. Sooner rather than later. We need to remove the Greens she's requested from her possession before she damages herself seriously.
[Private to Victor]
Fifty merits if you can find anyone affected by the... strangeness some people are demonstrating. It's worrying and disruptive to the collective.
Also, violin lessons tonight. Bring the Vivaldi.
[Private to Una]
I'm worried about Jane. She just... refuses to listen to the Rules and I don't want her to go... on the Night Train, you know?
I'm sure she's not crazy like people say, but... the way she treats me, the things she does...
She will deserve what ever happens to her.
Rule 1.1.6.23.102: The raising of one's voice is permissible only at sporting events and only from the spectators. At all other times, speech is to be kept at a polite volume.
You might, I suppose, have noticed that... even if I'm angry, I don't raise my voice. [Unspoken comment about that Jane does, but Jane's not very ruleful.] Most the Previous - most of you - seem to raise their voices pretty easily. Even when cooking. [yes, he's heard Kitchen Nightmares]
You get angry and you argue.
I thought this rule made me comparatively polite.
But now, I'm wondering. It's hard to actually be angry without raising your voice a bit. You repress the desire to shout at someone, and repress the anger all at the same time. It's hard to argue without getting angry. It's quite difficult to force that calm.
So the solution is, you don't get angry. You don't argue, because you'll get angry. And then you'll raise your voice. And then you'll lose merits.
I realised, when talking to Victor recently, that that rule isn't about politeness. It's about control. As I don't have to follow it here, but I still do. It's habit, it's something you teach yourself to do, or you'll fail and be punished.
[slight pause]
I think I'll go practice my violin.
[Private to Una]
Um. You've talked to Tommy, right?
And he said he'd explained to you, or something, about his world and...
I thought you said Previous doctors didn't harm people. Or is it different because they don't think they're people, or...
Una, that's so wrong.
Sorry, that was supposed to be a coherent question. Which I've forgotten now.
((ooc: apologies for spam. this struck me and I wanted to do it pre-flood.))
You might, I suppose, have noticed that... even if I'm angry, I don't raise my voice. [Unspoken comment about that Jane does, but Jane's not very ruleful.] Most the Previous - most of you - seem to raise their voices pretty easily. Even when cooking. [yes, he's heard Kitchen Nightmares]
You get angry and you argue.
I thought this rule made me comparatively polite.
But now, I'm wondering. It's hard to actually be angry without raising your voice a bit. You repress the desire to shout at someone, and repress the anger all at the same time. It's hard to argue without getting angry. It's quite difficult to force that calm.
So the solution is, you don't get angry. You don't argue, because you'll get angry. And then you'll raise your voice. And then you'll lose merits.
I realised, when talking to Victor recently, that that rule isn't about politeness. It's about control. As I don't have to follow it here, but I still do. It's habit, it's something you teach yourself to do, or you'll fail and be punished.
[slight pause]
I think I'll go practice my violin.
[Private to Una]
Um. You've talked to Tommy, right?
And he said he'd explained to you, or something, about his world and...
I thought you said Previous doctors didn't harm people. Or is it different because they don't think they're people, or...
Una, that's so wrong.
Sorry, that was supposed to be a coherent question. Which I've forgotten now.
((ooc: apologies for spam. this struck me and I wanted to do it pre-flood.))
1.1.01.01.027: valises. text.
Aug. 16th, 2011 01:37 pmIn Mister Spinola's unfortunate absence, I'd like to start work on looking into the disappearances here. If anyone would like to assist me by providing information, I'd like to talk to anyone who:
a) has had a friend, warden or inmate spontaneously disappear without warning. Especially if you've seen it happen
b) has disappeared spontaneously themselves, and returned.
c) has had a friend, warden or inmate disappear deliberately (so I can compare the two events)
There won't be a similar questionnaire on this, as experiences may vary widely. Anyone who wants to help would be most appreciated.
[Warden filter]
Morning.
I was talking to an inmate recently, and then, in the light of... well, the past few events, I was wondering - how much information do we - and should we - provide to inmates?
We have the reports, which are useful and informative, and I'm sure, contain information that we wouldn't want inmates knowing.
But say... those instances when wardens do something wrong, or something happens that's already incredibly public (Doctor Nazarova, for example, or the incident that's just passed) - what should we tell the inmates? Is it okay to say 'something's happened on the first floor'? Is it okay to say 'something's happened on the first floor and three people are hurt'? Is it okay to tell people who those three people are? Is it then okay, if, say, a warden did it, to say 'A warden hurt three people on the first floor and we're punishing them for it'? Is it okay to mention the name of that warden?
I'm not really suggesting anything. I just know there's nothing more annoying than someone saying 'I can't tell you that' and having legitimate questions unanswered. But I've also noticed that... information isn't always freely available; and that's something I only just discovered was a policy about some things (medicine). So I wondered if we had a policy, or at least, any ideas on how much information we provide.
Thoughts, anyone?
a) has had a friend, warden or inmate spontaneously disappear without warning. Especially if you've seen it happen
b) has disappeared spontaneously themselves, and returned.
c) has had a friend, warden or inmate disappear deliberately (so I can compare the two events)
There won't be a similar questionnaire on this, as experiences may vary widely. Anyone who wants to help would be most appreciated.
[Warden filter]
Morning.
I was talking to an inmate recently, and then, in the light of... well, the past few events, I was wondering - how much information do we - and should we - provide to inmates?
We have the reports, which are useful and informative, and I'm sure, contain information that we wouldn't want inmates knowing.
But say... those instances when wardens do something wrong, or something happens that's already incredibly public (Doctor Nazarova, for example, or the incident that's just passed) - what should we tell the inmates? Is it okay to say 'something's happened on the first floor'? Is it okay to say 'something's happened on the first floor and three people are hurt'? Is it okay to tell people who those three people are? Is it then okay, if, say, a warden did it, to say 'A warden hurt three people on the first floor and we're punishing them for it'? Is it okay to mention the name of that warden?
I'm not really suggesting anything. I just know there's nothing more annoying than someone saying 'I can't tell you that' and having legitimate questions unanswered. But I've also noticed that... information isn't always freely available; and that's something I only just discovered was a policy about some things (medicine). So I wondered if we had a policy, or at least, any ideas on how much information we provide.
Thoughts, anyone?
Uh... is there anyone that hasn't turned up yet in this flood? I'm just worried that if some people are really small they might not be able to get their communicators or out the door.
[Private to the Admiral]
Could I... possibly have some clothes suitable for a two year old girl. Whatever's standard issue, I suppose. Without frills or anything.Una said that might be a problem.
[Private to Victor]
Are you alright? Still the same age or not?
Jane is, well, two, so I've got my hands a little full at the moment. If you need me, though, I'll be there.
[Private to the Admiral]
Could I... possibly have some clothes suitable for a two year old girl. Whatever's standard issue, I suppose. Without frills or anything.
[Private to Victor]
Are you alright? Still the same age or not?
Jane is, well, two, so I've got my hands a little full at the moment. If you need me, though, I'll be there.
[Eddie is looking a bit miserable and is busy cleaning scratches on his arms and chest. Yes, he's half naked and totally unself-consciously so.]
It somewhat takes the novelty out of being the Last Rabbit when you're not the only one anymore. [He shrugs,] More importantly. Who knew rabbits had claws? [He winces as he cleans another scratch, then pauses what he's doing in thought,]
The Rabbit with the black gunk... was that who I think it is? Don't tell me all of us Eddies were rabbits, that's just strange.
[He shrugs again and goes back to cleaning, muttering under his breath,] Not that strange would be unusual around here.
[After cleaning the last scratch, he gets up with a grin and grabs a picture on his desk, as this was the real reason the camera was on] But look! I got a picture of the barcode! [He shows it to the camera - it's a rabbit's back with a barcode on.]
If anyone wants to learn how to read taxa numbers, next time the CES is home, I can show you. [A generous smile, and then he turns the shot off.]
[Private to Sveta - voice]
Can I ask you something? Did you ask not to work with Victor? It's okay if you did, it's up to you.
It's just I'd rather not humour it, and he's got into this habit of completely avoiding people he thinks there's something wrong with, instead of learning to deal with them. But if you asked not to, I can understand that, and it's fine.
[Private to Victor]
I noticed something, before all that flood. You said to Loki that you would just filter things away from him, like you were doing for Rex.
Avoiding people doesn't make them go away. Especially here.
[Private to Eddie S.]
Right. We should start on some research. I'd like to look into disappearances - which I've got a list of from the reports, but I think, before that, we should get some general information, right?
So if you want to come up with a list of things we should ask about, and I'll do the same. As I imagine they'll be quite different.
[Private to Jane]
Let's do that thing we talked about. In the dark.
Also, it's a shame you didn't change into something... fluffier, or I could have used that.
((ooc: For reference. This Eddie had a BUNNY SCUFFLE! with Eddie B. I can't imagine it got beyond scratchin's, and if anyone wants to claim being the one who broke it all up, that's cool with me. :D))
It somewhat takes the novelty out of being the Last Rabbit when you're not the only one anymore. [He shrugs,] More importantly. Who knew rabbits had claws? [He winces as he cleans another scratch, then pauses what he's doing in thought,]
The Rabbit with the black gunk... was that who I think it is? Don't tell me all of us Eddies were rabbits, that's just strange.
[He shrugs again and goes back to cleaning, muttering under his breath,] Not that strange would be unusual around here.
[After cleaning the last scratch, he gets up with a grin and grabs a picture on his desk, as this was the real reason the camera was on] But look! I got a picture of the barcode! [He shows it to the camera - it's a rabbit's back with a barcode on.]
If anyone wants to learn how to read taxa numbers, next time the CES is home, I can show you. [A generous smile, and then he turns the shot off.]
[Private to Sveta - voice]
Can I ask you something? Did you ask not to work with Victor? It's okay if you did, it's up to you.
It's just I'd rather not humour it, and he's got into this habit of completely avoiding people he thinks there's something wrong with, instead of learning to deal with them. But if you asked not to, I can understand that, and it's fine.
[Private to Victor]
I noticed something, before all that flood. You said to Loki that you would just filter things away from him, like you were doing for Rex.
Avoiding people doesn't make them go away. Especially here.
[Private to Eddie S.]
Right. We should start on some research. I'd like to look into disappearances - which I've got a list of from the reports, but I think, before that, we should get some general information, right?
So if you want to come up with a list of things we should ask about, and I'll do the same. As I imagine they'll be quite different.
[Private to Jane]
Let's do that thing we talked about. In the dark.
Also, it's a shame you didn't change into something... fluffier, or I could have used that.
((ooc: For reference. This Eddie had a BUNNY SCUFFLE! with Eddie B. I can't imagine it got beyond scratchin's, and if anyone wants to claim being the one who broke it all up, that's cool with me. :D))
1.1.01.01.024: staring at the sun.
Jul. 29th, 2011 12:56 pm[Eddie bounces on to camera. He looks just like the icon. Except he's got a black and white barcode down his spine, complete with numbers. This rabbit looks exceptionally excited.]
The barcode! [Much to Eddie's misfortune, he's only understandable to other animals. To anyone else, it's just rabbit noise.] Take a picture of the barcode!
I'm the Last Rabbit! Best flood ever.
[pause]
Wait. The Last Rabbit's a girl.
[quick! Change the subject!]
Victor? You alright?
Jane?
The barcode! [Much to Eddie's misfortune, he's only understandable to other animals. To anyone else, it's just rabbit noise.] Take a picture of the barcode!
I'm the Last Rabbit! Best flood ever.
[pause]
Wait. The Last Rabbit's a girl.
[quick! Change the subject!]
Victor? You alright?
Jane?
[Private to Jane]
Jane.
I keep telling myself that it's okay, nothing'll get me in the dark, that there's nothing here.
But there is.
There's lots of things that want to eat us.
[paaaaaaaause]
How are you doing?
Jane.
I keep telling myself that it's okay, nothing'll get me in the dark, that there's nothing here.
But there is.
There's lots of things that want to eat us.
[paaaaaaaause]
How are you doing?
[Eddie appears on camera. Smartly dressed as usual, but also wearing his Red Prefect badge as well as his Red spot. He feels like this gives his post some more authority. Because this is a PSA from Eddie. He coughs, and gives a slight nervous smile.]
Hello, everyone! I recently discovered that you can, in fact, visit my world in the CES. Well, the wilderness of my world, not actually... East Carmine... [off topic, Eddie. Back to topic.]
As a result, I thought I ought to warn you all of things you might come across.
[He smiles and holds up a picture of a yatevo - one he's drawn, and it's pretty good, if entirely in pencil. It looks a bit like a giant mangrove tree with a huge, person shaped bulb. There is a picture of an open bulb, laying in wait on the floor, and next to it, a picture of a pair of legs flailing whilst trapped in the bulb.]
This. Is a yatevo plant. Notoriously carnivorous, and a significant danger. I nearly got trapped by one this weekend, but there's a way of escaping. [He puts the picture down,] There are two triggers on a yatevo [He holds up two fingers.] The first is when you step onto it. Do not move after that. It will eat you. Instead, throw a shoe, a communicator [he frowns] as I had to do this weekend onto another part of the plant. That will be a second trigger and you can walk out free.
If you do happen to get caught by one... well, hope you go in face first, as being digested by a plant from the bottom isn't any fun. Not that being digested face first is.
[He holds up a picture of a giant swan. This looks like it's come from official literature, as it has a size comparison with a human. It's at least three, four times bigger than the man in the picture.] This is a Giant Swan, or Cygnus carnivorum giganticus, sometimes called the Whispering Death. They've never been known to land, they just soar around in the air and occasionally decide to... eat people. Regular swans can break your arm, but these are... exceptionally dangerous. Be wary.
There's also ball lightning attacks. But I'm not sure there's much you can do about those without flak towers and patrols, so it seems a bit pointless warning you all. Just don't take a bike.
[Awkward frown. He puts his pictures to one side.]
On a positive note! Don't let that put you off if you end up in my world up there. Go and spot some animals! Make sure you don't get ratfink juice on your clothes, that might end in you being unpopular at dinner and no amount of cleaning can get it out. But spot a bouncing goat, or a Ground Sloth. There's also the squarriel. All sorts of fun things to spot, I swear. Make sure to get their barcodes for me. Taxa numbers if you're brave enough to get that close.
[Hopeful grin]
Just don't lose your communicator to a yatevo. It's not a good way to spend a weekend.
[Private to Jane]
The other Eddie.
Be careful, Jane. Please.
((ooc: if anyone is interested in the weird place that is Eddie's world, or wants their characters to find it in the CES, this is a series of awesome pics and info about those strange animals.))
Hello, everyone! I recently discovered that you can, in fact, visit my world in the CES. Well, the wilderness of my world, not actually... East Carmine... [off topic, Eddie. Back to topic.]
As a result, I thought I ought to warn you all of things you might come across.
[He smiles and holds up a picture of a yatevo - one he's drawn, and it's pretty good, if entirely in pencil. It looks a bit like a giant mangrove tree with a huge, person shaped bulb. There is a picture of an open bulb, laying in wait on the floor, and next to it, a picture of a pair of legs flailing whilst trapped in the bulb.]
This. Is a yatevo plant. Notoriously carnivorous, and a significant danger. I nearly got trapped by one this weekend, but there's a way of escaping. [He puts the picture down,] There are two triggers on a yatevo [He holds up two fingers.] The first is when you step onto it. Do not move after that. It will eat you. Instead, throw a shoe, a communicator [he frowns] as I had to do this weekend onto another part of the plant. That will be a second trigger and you can walk out free.
If you do happen to get caught by one... well, hope you go in face first, as being digested by a plant from the bottom isn't any fun. Not that being digested face first is.
[He holds up a picture of a giant swan. This looks like it's come from official literature, as it has a size comparison with a human. It's at least three, four times bigger than the man in the picture.] This is a Giant Swan, or Cygnus carnivorum giganticus, sometimes called the Whispering Death. They've never been known to land, they just soar around in the air and occasionally decide to... eat people. Regular swans can break your arm, but these are... exceptionally dangerous. Be wary.
There's also ball lightning attacks. But I'm not sure there's much you can do about those without flak towers and patrols, so it seems a bit pointless warning you all. Just don't take a bike.
[Awkward frown. He puts his pictures to one side.]
On a positive note! Don't let that put you off if you end up in my world up there. Go and spot some animals! Make sure you don't get ratfink juice on your clothes, that might end in you being unpopular at dinner and no amount of cleaning can get it out. But spot a bouncing goat, or a Ground Sloth. There's also the squarriel. All sorts of fun things to spot, I swear. Make sure to get their barcodes for me. Taxa numbers if you're brave enough to get that close.
[Hopeful grin]
Just don't lose your communicator to a yatevo. It's not a good way to spend a weekend.
[Private to Jane]
The other Eddie.
Be careful, Jane. Please.
((ooc: if anyone is interested in the weird place that is Eddie's world, or wants their characters to find it in the CES, this is a series of awesome pics and info about those strange animals.))
