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[synchronous]

[ For now Dirk is staying holed up in his cabin trying to get his bearings, reading through old entries on his communication device. Most of what he skims is completely meaningless to him, but he gets the basic idea.

Prison ship. Rehabilitation. Ha ha ha, yeah, no. ]

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I'll spare you the "You're a bunch of big meanie kidnappers, I want to go home, woe is me", as I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, but know that the sentiment is there all the same.

I do have a few questions, though.

- Where, exactly, is this ship?
- What constitutes "rehabilitation"?
- Is there some kind of new prisoner FAQ available? Guide to prison life? Anything like that?

That's about it.

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[ Maybe an hour or so after his post, he finally gets his shit together enough to leave his room and look around. Might as well learn everything he can about this place.

He can be found everywhere. Yes, everywhere. Well, everywhere inmates are allowed into. Okay, not other people's cabins. Most places, then. He's just walking around, snooping really, giving off a vibe of aloofness and devil-may-care-ness. ]

Comments

[deshabille]

Did you have a guide to your old life? Just curious.

[synchronous]

Kind of.

[deshabille]

Kind of. Lucky you.

[synchronous]

It was actually pretty frustrating.

Point taken, though.

[deshabille]

You're probably better off here without one, then. Especially since it's almost entirely unpredictable.

Except for the murders. Those are sort of like clockwork.

[synchronous]

Murders? Really? You mean it's not totally peaceful on a ship populated by a bunch of criminals? I am appalled.

[deshabille]

[She grins.]

Yes, isn't it awful? Not as advertised at all.

[synchronous]

I've got half a mind to ask for my money back.

[deshabille]

Be sure to do it while waving your arms around in a deranged fashion, that usually works.

[synchronous]

The louder the voice, the better, right?

[deshabille]

I was thinking the shriller and more annoying, but louder works, too.

[synchronous]

Heh.

So, who are you?

[deshabille]

Mal. Not as dead as you, but technically classified as undead, so, tomato tomahto.

[synchronous]

You don't seem the shambling type, so vampire?

[deshabille]

I only shamble when I'm drunk. Yes. You seem remarkably ready to believe in shambling and/or nibbling undead things, by the way.

[synchronous]

I grew up in a world ruled by a spandex-clad fish alien. Not to say I've abandoned critical thinking, but I probably have a different benchmark for "impossible" than most.

[deshabille]

. . . That probably could happen in my world, but it hasn't yet, so you get top weirdness for the moment. Although the Duchess always did look sort of like a fish.

[synchronous]

Keep an eye on her when you go back, sounds like you're in danger.

[deshabille]

No trouble, she's dead. Even her ghost is dead. Double dead.

[synchronous]

Sweet. Dodged a fuckin' bullet.