2nd Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Hey there barge! It's been a little over a week since dear Tony here first made contact with you all, but he's been... uh. More than a little prevalent in most conversations.

Even when he didn't comment, he's done pretty much nothing but creep on every single conversation around the barge.]

Okay, so, I know there's this stupid thing with wardens vs inmates and what we're allowed to get our hands on, but. I am willing to give up my naptime once therapy hour starts if I can get one thing.

I had a suit when I came in. A big, red and gold suit that was taken by... I don't even know, I'm not going to think about it. But if my baby's been cannibalized I swear-

[No, calm down Tony]

All I want to know is who I have to schmooze in order to at least get my helmet back. It doesn't have any tools, just a few downloaded games to help pass the time as well as my music.

Oh, uh, also? It might be in your better interest to give it to me, wardens. I kind of have this thing I do when I get bored and find wires underneath a wall panel. It's... well it's kind of pretty, actually.

If you're a fan of explosions and fire.

[Okaaaaay, so he wouldn't explode things on purpose, but there's always the trial and error part of things and... well, uh. There's a reason Dummy's always on stand-by with the fire extinguisher.

But no, seriously. He's bored. And he never, ever stays still and he doesn't have a lab and ugh. He's literally twitching to get elbow deep in wires and see what the hell he can do with whatever's behind the walls, here.]

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[aggravating]

[That has him curious, thinking. Fingers tapping against the desk next to the communicator like he has a keyboard in front of him, eyes flickering like he's calculating. Thinking.]

Have you ever seen him? Or noticed anything about his presence, transmissions, the structural make-up of his quarters?

[peektuttut]

No. Wardens always meet him, in some way, when we make our deal, but...[He trails off, shaking his head.] We don't remember him. It's foggy, like he was never really solid. I can't place his face, or what he was wearing, or if he was even humanoid.

[He pauses, thoughtful for a moment, looking back over his logs.] Last Halloween, there was a...situation, where he was out and about more often. Maybe we could find something.

[aggravating]

[He's chewing on the inside of his cheek in thought, sort of staring into the distance]

What sort of situation? And do you have any readings or observations from that time? Does anyone?

And I don't mean anything like "There was an abundance of gumdrops in the generators today".

[peektuttut]

Don't say that. It might actually happen.

Someone wrested control of the ship from the Admiral. In a 'we may all be doomed' kind of way. I don't have anything. It was kind of a month long nightmare of not knowing what was happening.

[aggravating]

If we have a chocolate rain moment, my life might just be complete.

So he's not some all-powerful alien god? Good to know.

[peektuttut]

If that's involved in the next flood - or any flood, ever - I'm coming after you.

No, but he might as well be. There are just other not-quite-all-powerful-alien-gods out there, too.

[aggravating]

The song or the actual thing? Because both aren't really sounding bad.

[His eyebrows raise] Seriously? Alien gods?

[peektuttut]

I'd put more money on the song itself, the Admiral isn't usually that bad.

[And a shrug.] Give it a few months. You kind of get used to it.