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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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[godsays]

Oh.

Yes.

...I talked to your - father? - once. I don't remember a lot of it.

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean is not a warden; he can't let her in. When he sees the message originally, he dismisses it out of hand for this reason. He's more aware of her now, after her introduction post, after their meeting in the dining hall, but he can't help her and he doesn't like asking things on his own behalf, either, so there's fuckall he could do about it even if he was inclined.

But the problem is... the problem is he still has trouble sleeping, his mind still won't stop, and he still has nothing but drinking and tearing apart, putting his room back together with whatever he can find without asking anyone else in it, and that's not enough. He can't drink right now, not without making it worse instead of better, and that forces him to think what else he can do.

CTS. Closed Training Simulator. He likes the sound of that, and it's when he's trying to figure out how to get himself inside that he remembers this particular message; he remembers she asked for someone to let her in every morning. Someone will. If the way they reacted to him is any indicator, there'll be people tripping over themselves to let her in.

Which is how he finds himself, tired but full of a dangerous, restless energy, lingering on the deck near the door he's identified as the CTS without ever having been inside. He left his gun behind but has one of the thin, round metal rungs he pulled off the ladder in his cabin up one of his jacket sleeves just in case, just in case Scorpius comes near him again, he'll make it stick this time, he swears to god. Dean has no idea when "morning" is for Cass, if someone's already let her in, if she's already gone, if she's still in there, what there even is, if he should even follow through on this - but at least there's space to breathe, up here, and that'll be enough until the dangerous energy eats him alive and he has to do something else with it. If nothing else, there's space to breathe.]

[mistconduct]

Dude, Cass. You know you can always ask me, right?

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[akweks]

[Cassandra, that is kinda rude. Connor clicks on to reply, though he needs some clarification first because he's dumb and doesn't know all the acronyms yet.] What is the CTS?