1.1.01.01.031: vulgar mispronunciations.

[needshumility]

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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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[No excuse, Eddie, no excuse. Petronilla had high expectations, and already the young warden wasn't meeting them.

She sat at her table....if "sitting" could also be classified as leaning forward with one's head squarely on the table.]

Come in!

[Not. Getting. Up.]

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[He let himself in and nearly tripped clumsily over the rushes on the floor. He hadn't expected that. But he saw his, apparently, new inmate leaning on the table, and he made his way over,]

Petronilla? Is that what I should call you?

[Oh, right, important questions,] What's wrong?

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[As Eddie approached, suddenly all the feelings of sick went away. Petronilla raised herself up from the table warily, staring around the room as if some miracle had just taken place.]

Nothing.

[She frowned. That...wasn't right. She eyed Eddie suspiciously.] What did you do?

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[Eddie shrugged, equally confused, but feeling a lot more... comfortable in her presence.]

Nothing. I... just walked in. Tripped a little... didn't you say you were ill?

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[She continued to stare at him.]

I did, but now I'm not.

[Curious, but she decided not to waste any more time in questioning it. Petronilla rose to her feet, stepping away from young man with a huff.]

Have you figured out why you've suddenly become my warden?

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[He frowned a little and put his hands behind his back, trying to be a little polite and cautious,]

No, not really. Doctor Nazarova is now Victor's warden and I'm not sure why.

[He debated for a moment,] Me and my friend have a theory that it's to remind us that we should treat all inmates like we'd treat our own.

We're not sure it'll last, but... I hope you'll find me quite fair.

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[Petronilla snorted.] Oh, your friend, a theory - well isn't that just marvellous!

[She stalked off to go fix the braided coils in her hair, thoroughly unimpressed by this new warden.]

First a she-physician, and now a little scholar. Well, little scholar, if you and your friend can't fix the problem, why bother making theories?

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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.

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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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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...?

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[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.

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[He looked at her in total disbelief,]

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

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[She huffed.]

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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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

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

This is tauping ridiculous

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[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!