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1.1.01.01.031: vulgar mispronunciations.

Uh...

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?

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We were thinking if we did a good job, we might get put back or something.

[He shrugged, as he hadn't meant to come across as a little scholar. Whatever that meant.]

We were only guessing about it, that's all. [She'd asked for what might be happening, hadn't she? cough. Anyway.]

Anyway, it's very nice to meet you.

It's one of the Admiral's tricks. In a few days everything will be as it was.

[She finished coiling her hair and attached a veil to it, shooting a glance at him over her shoulder.]

Mmn? Oh, yes. Charmed. You can leave me now.

[He looked at the veil a little curiously, but he had no room to talk about odd clothes. He was still wearing the compulsory tie, half-windsored to a fault. That must look just as weird to her.]

Right, right. Tell me if you need anything. Um. Do you and Doctor Nazarova normally do anything together? Dinner or... a walk or something? [He figured, if this was only the Admiral messing around, he should try and keep things... as they were.]

[Petronilla rolled her eyes. She'd actually started watching films with her warden, but she wasn't going to let him know it. She thought of some quip, something really horrible and mean, but then realised that she might be able to take advantage of the situation.]

Yes, actually. [She turned around and smiled pleasantly.] Some nights we go walking through the...[Damn, what was it called?] The CES. I like to take the air up there, though I know it is created by some evil magick. I try to put it from my mind.

[Some nights. Oh beige. He tried not to look too awkward at the idea,]

Well, we can do that, but I'd much prefer to do it during the day. If that's not a problem for you?

It's nice to get outside, even if it is... created somehow.

[Weakness. Petronilla sensed it. Her smile became just a bit more cruel.]

Oh, of course it is not a problem for me. [She sighed, glancing towards the wall.] Though most days I am so unwell....the moonlight is the only thing that makes me feel myself again.

[It wasn't actually a thing, the moonlight curing her aches, but he didn't know that.]

[Now he had to find a way out of this. Saying he was blind in the dark wouldn't help. That would definitely give her something to take advantage of. Saying he was scared of the dark would be even worse.]

Well, maybe if it helps... I could let you go in for an hour or so. I just... have a few jobs I need to be doing at night and it'd work better for me during the day.

[It sounded reasonable, even if it was complete guff and he didn't realise they had to be together yet.]

[Hmn. Ammunition for later, perhaps? She frowned softly but nodded.]

Oh, I suppose. I would not wish to get in the way of your work. It is just...[Petronilla motioned to her belly, which stuck out just a little bit (as if she'd just had too much to eat) and shrugged.]

There could be dangerous animals in the CES, and I fear travelling alone. It is not proper, you know, for a lady to travel alone.

[Right, right. He had to suck it up and get on with it, didn't he? He glanced at her, and wondered how Sveta knew she wasn't pregnant. She certainly looked it. Anyway. Thinking about pregnant women was not his favourite subject and he distracted himself by pacing a little across her floor, trying to find a solution to the problem]

No, of course it isn't. I couldn't expect that of you. I'll come, I'm sure we can do this. [He'd just bring some lightglobes from Jane or, at a push, ask the Admiral for a daylighter.]

I'll have to visit a friend of mine first, but that shouldn't be a problem.

[Petronilla beamed, the joy on her face purely stemming from the fact that she had forced the young man, who clearly had some issue with the dark, into catering to her whims.

Whims she didn't even want.]

But of course! And then we shall have our evening walk. [She smiled happily, bouncing across the room to lay out her clothes for their stroll.

Until she suddenly felt tremendously ill and doubled over, clutching her stomach.]

[He half sensed he'd been played, but Sveta had warned him she might hurt him, and he wanted to at least start on her good side. So he was a little shocked when she doubled over and quickly ran to her side,]

I thought you said you weren't ill? What's wrong...?

[And just like that, the nauseous feeling was gone. Petronilla stood up tall again, glancing around suspiciously as though someone were watching her.]

Nothing. Nothing is wrong.

[He looked at her in total disbelief,]

Please, don't mess me around. That's hardly fair.

[She huffed.]

I'm not....messing you around. What-ever that means. I felt ill, but now I don't.

[He pulled a face, a little confused,]

Oh. Well... if you're feeling alright now, I'll go, but... maybe I should get Svetlana anyway. [Not that he'd leave the room if she came. He went to the door and suddenly leant against it with a slight groan, feeling sick to the stomach.]

[Petronilla did the same, doubling over again and glaring at Eddie.]

Now you see! Now you see! [She stumbled closer to him, having made some small connection between having him nearby and not feeling as though she wanted to vomit out her guts.]

[He swallowed hard and looked up at her, feeling much better,]

I do. ...This must be the flood.

This is tauping ridiculous

[Petronilla crossed her arms and pouted. Wonderful. Now they had to stay together at risk of making themselves ill.]

You are not staying here. It's not proper!

[He frowned awkwardly,] I know it isn't proper, but... what else are we supposed to do?

I don't suppose you staying in my room makes it more proper, does it?

[It was worth a shot]

[Hooooooorror. Utter horror.]

There's nothing for it. [She grimaced and crossed her arms.] You'll just have to stay in the corridor.

I can't stay in the corridor! Anything could happen out there.

[He frowned,] We could go to my room and I could stay in the bathroom.

[He was gentlemanly enough to give up his room, but not to the point of sleeping in a corridor. Hopefully giving her some concession, but not exactly what she wanted would work alright.]

[Well, Petronilla didn't like that at all, but she figured they had the rest of the day to argue about it.]

Fine. [She smiled, just a little too brightly, and turned to go sit back down at her table.]

In the meantime, we can stay here.

[He followed after her and looked for somewhere to sit down that was close enough to her that he wouldn't feel sick to his stomach. He had a careful look around the room, and tried not to feel like he was talking to Mrs De Mauve. She certainly reminded him of her a little.]

Alright. Was there... anything in particular you were doing? I can help if you like. It makes all our lives easier if we help each other... during stupid floods like this, if nothing else.

[He noticed she didn't have lightglobes like the rest of the Previous. Curious.]

[Petronilla lifted up the embroidery hoop she had been working on, raising her brow in his direction.]

You'd like to help me with this? [She smiled to herself and picked up her needle, going back to her work and humming as though he wasn't there.] Do you know how to play the psaltery? You could play as I work.

[He shook his head,] I know how to play the violin.

[He wasn't even sure what a psaltery was, so just frowned and watched what she was doing,] What are you embroidering?

[There was a slight awkward pause where he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around for something to do,]

Can you leave that for a bit, I'd... well, I'd like something to read. Or I could even go and get my violin. [Just... yes, watching someone embroider was not a fun or productive use of his time. As much as he was trying to be polite... if this was his next three days he might end up slamming his head into a wall.]

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