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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. ]

[ text ]

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.

[ spam ]

[ 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

[synchronous]

Guess it's not really prison till you make your first shiv.

[patheticvillain]

I dunno. I never made one, but I did get stabbed to death with a pair of scissors, so you probably want to be on the other end of that.

[synchronous]

I'm quick on my feet. I'm not about to get killed.

[patheticvillain]

What, are you implying I'm not quick on my feet? We just met. You don't know me.

[He puts a hand to his chest, the very picture of offense.]

[synchronous]

Hey, I don't know your personal issues, bro.

[patheticvillain]

Eh. Probably better for you overall not to. [He waves his hand.] It's all very fucking sordid.