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[hellofist]

I need the CTS. Need a Warden... to let me in. Whoever is closest.

[She knows she could ask anyone specifically, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to ask for anything at all, but for some reason doing it like this seems less... intrusive? She isn't sure.]

And if someone can, every morning? Would be... helpful.

That's all.

[And she clicks off, abrupt, no thank yous. Whoever shows up she'll thank, but what's the point of saying it into the ether?]

[Private to Zane]

Cassel said to... talk to you. So... hi.

[Who is the best at meeting new people? This gal right here.]


(ooc: come at me with your alternate timelines, anyone who wants to let her in can do so!!)

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[hellofist]

[She almost points out that she needs to break things and she had been a warden once, but it doesn't seem like it applies now. She's an inmate now, saying but I did it only makes it seem clearer she never should have been a warden in the first place.]

New how? People aren't... usually new. It's rare, to be new.

[mistconduct]

I mean like he's unusually violent for a warden. Kind of a dick. A well-meaning dick, but like, if he had died? He might have been one of us.

[hellofist]

[If he were someone else, she probably wouldn't even bother with this. But he's Chris, and she likes him, so she'll speak honestly.]

I'm violent, and died... lots of times, but was a warden.

[mistconduct]

Yeah. Yeah, that's true.

Fuck, I honestly have no idea what the grey area is in between. Maybe it's different levels for different people.

[hellofist]

Maybe it's just... who can help people, and who can't.

[mistconduct]

Or who needs to help themselves more than helping others.

[hellofist]

Should ask Admiral. See if he agrees with you.

[mistconduct]

Please, Cass. The Admiral's never spoken two goddamn words to me in my entire time here. I'm nobody to him.

[hellofist]

Never know. Could give you cookies. He does that.

[mistconduct]

I'm getting kinda chubby. I dunno if cookies are the thing I need to be having right now.

[hellofist]

Chubby?

[That is actually a word she has never heard before.]

[mistconduct]

Y'know. Chubs. Fat. Porky.

[He takes a handful of his stomach, giving a shrug]

I guess when Rorschach left, I started sleeping in mornings instead of working out.

[hellofist]

We could change that. If you wanted.

[mistconduct]

I'm not really in fit crime-fighting capacity here, Cass.

[Either that, or he's too used to making excuses for himself]

[hellofist]

[She has no problems calling him on that.]

Don't need perfect legs... to stay strong, Chris.

[mistconduct]

But it's hard.

{Yep, no. Whining again]

Don't I get a pass?

[hellofist]

[Very unimpressed, such disappoint, wow.]

No.

[mistconduct]

Christ. When did you turn into my warden?

[hellofist]

Can train with... me and Cassel.

[She's ignoring the warden part, it feels to weird to think of herself as a warden still.]

[mistconduct]

You're giving Cassel lessons too?

Fuck that, I changed my mind. Sign me up, I'm like a million times more fit than that stick figure.

[hellofist]

Good. We'll get you... tomorrow morning, then. Anything you want to learn?

[mistconduct]

I wanna learn how to kick his butt.

[hellofist]

He's pretty good... with his knife, now. Have long way to go.

[mistconduct]

I'm pretty good with guns. Guns beat knife.

[hellofist]

No guns. Pick something else.