needshumility: (where's my red carpet?)
So 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 could borrow 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.
needshumility: (Default)
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?
needshumility: (go on)
I suppose I must say some words on my inmate, and his... experiment.

First of all, I did give him permission. It was something he expressed an interest in doing, I intended to be there to ensure nobody got hurt.

Any damage caused to communal property will be rectified. He will be taking responsibility for what his experiment has caused in cleaning and repairing anything that is required.

Any further questions can be directed towards myself.

[Filtered away from Victor]

If anyone has any... conversational difficulties with my inmate, I would like to know. If he is rude, makes presumptions, treats you worse than others - anything like that, I would like to talk with you briefly.

[Private to Una]

I don't suppose... Well, Jane trusts you.

How can I limit my inmate's communications? What are my options?

[Private to Victor]

I'm bringing you some bleach from the cleaning cupboard. That machine will be usable by the time we're done. Then we will have a cup of tea and talk over your list, I think.

[Private to Jane]

I'm having a very long day. [pause. get some nerve.]

Can we make scones again?
needshumility: (cold)
What in the beige...

[Eddie's just a little overwhelmed here.]

You can read about something, but it hardly prepares you for...

Victor, we're going looking for some Leapbacks. It'll be fun.

[Private to Jane]

This place is still swarming with the Previous. They had places like this, and we live in East Carmine?

Not that I don't love East Carmine, but why would you Leapback any of this and... we've gone a long way backwards, haven't we?

If our inmates are alright, we should go and have a cream tea somewhere. If you want. Someone else can make the scones.
needshumility: (go on)
I have a slight question. Do we know if any of the people who could read our posts yesterday can read them now, but just can't reply?

What, exactly, can we guarantee about the privacy of these conversations?

[Warden filter minus the Infirmary staff.]

I was curious about this 'coma' phenomenon, and how it comes about. Who has suffered one, and how long do they usually last?

Would it be plausible to look further into the causes of these comas?

[Private to the Admiral, visible to Jane]

I want to re-arrange my deal. I want Dorian and Imogen Fandango to avoid Reboot. Give them opportunity to escape, somewhere else to go.

[Filtered to Sveta and Martha]

I know, essentially, your medicines are alien to me, but I would like to learn more about your medicines, and I'd like to help where ever I can. If this would be possible, I'd appreciate it.

On that note, I'd like to point out that I'm prepared to administer drugs I know will work to both myself and Jane. I've discussed this with her already, and acquired the swatches I need.

[Private to Holmes.]

Do you happen to have any sheet music from your world?

I'm wondering if there's anything I haven't played before. I've got a good collection of Handel and Vivaldi as it is, but I'd like to try something different.

[Private to Jane]

Do you know morse code?

Also, what's your instrument?
needshumility: (sheepish)
[There is an awkward, stiff cough, and a shot of the eighth floor common room. A young, very smartly dressed, man appears on screen, and he straightens his tie, then offers a small wave,]

Hello!

This remote viewer is tiny, and... well, I never thought a remote viewer could watch you. Fascinating! [He grins, a touch nervously,] So if you're watching, hello! oh, I already said that...

I'm Edward Russett, but you can call me Eddie. I'm not quite sure whether this is the equivalent of Useful Work or a Pointless Task, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Who are the local Prefects? What're they like? I imagine I'll be the Red Prefect here.

[awkward pause whilst he ponders whether to ask or not, then he directs the camera to a lightbulb nearby]

This is going to sound silly, but can I have some lightglobes? There's no natural light in my room. I... [slight nervous intake of breath. Dammit, night terrors.] I need a source of light.

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