doctor_j_crane | [40]

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[Sounding irritated. And is so oblivious to the fact he's been gone for a while, but has noticed quite a few new posts. Even if Crane hasn't bothered to read them.]

It's amazing how much all of you can talk in one day. This is some kind of flood, I assume?

[Added later. Angry Crane is angry.]

Oh, good show, Admiral. I'll keep in mind that abrupt disappearances are now one of the many punishment options that you offer alongside floods, ports and zero. Bravo.

[Private - Eddie]

Are you in the infirmary? [That fear toxin was heavy stuff.]

[Private - Hayley]

I had to use that toxin for other purposes. It wasn't anything personal.

[Private - Eames]

We need to talk. [Added later.] Did you know that the Admiral was going to do that?

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For as long as you continue to lie to me, yes.

You don't want the game? Then answer. Do you want me as your warden: yes or no?

Fine. I want you as a warden. Congratulations, you win.

Do you respect me at all? Yes or no?

Does the same ultimatum as last time apply?

Yes.

Fine. I do. In a fashion. Otherwise I wouldn't bother talking to you.

Good. I want you as my inmate, I respect you when you're honest, and I think you have great potential to do everything you enjoy within the codes of morality that the Admiral deems acceptable.

Are you willing to work with me, even if it's not toward your graduation for now?

That's arguable, but perhaps possible to an extent. Although no one seems willing to explore what that extent is.

I'm willing to work with you. I can't promise that it'll be successful or useful for either of us, but I'll do it.

Perhaps not everything then, but a great deal. Prove I can trust you first, then we'll start pushing boundaries.

Thank you.

I can imagine another three months reading things in the library then. I think I've almost gone through the entire non-fiction section.

Perhaps we can discuss a job as well.

That's something we can discuss tonight. I'll see you then.

[Crane arrived at Eames' room right on time that night, having thankfully avoided any unfortunate confrontations with Arthas. Which was excellent. Crane would have hated to experience the death toll so soon after arriving back, even if he didn't remember being gone. It was the principal of the thing.]

[He knocked on the door, suspecting that Eames would probably have it locked.]

[And locked it was. Eames moved with relative speed and ease to the door, doing one last glance around to ensure everything of importance was packed away. Crane's two vials of toxin were in the safe beside the bed, Arthur's PASIV device was in the safe hidden behind a cabinet beneath the bar. All paperwork was either in the second, larger safe or tucked away in one of the locked drawers of table to the right.

He unlocked and opened the door with a wide smile, genuinely glad to see Crane after the lengthy disappearance. The forger lifted a hand to set on his shoulder for a beat, his expression altering to something truly solemn and sincere.] "Welcome back."

[Then he moved his hand, knowing Crane wasn't all that comfortable with it, and stepped aside to let the inmate in. His smile returned immediately. The cabinets to the bar on the left were swung open with a decent assortment of mainly elitist liquors (scotch, whiskey, gin, etc), but a few of the more exotic were present as well. A select few bottles and glasses were on the small table by the leather chairs to the right.]

[Crane was surprised by how quickly Eames opened the door, which was definitely not a show of nerves on Crane's part. He'd been thinking through the effects of being officially paired. Because it did make a difference, didn't it? Crane tried not to look too obviously uncomfortable at Eames' smile or the hand on his shoulder, but did reply to Eames' greeting.]

Quite. There's nothing like an unexpected absence. [Crane stepped into the room, glancing around at it. It looked similar enough] Although by the sound of the last two floods I'm almost glad that I wasn't here.

[Crane walked over to one of the chairs, sitting down. He was still on the fence as to whether having the complete loss of time was better or worse than playing house in suburbia and being slaughtered by Aztec gods. The jury was still out.]

[Eames closed and locked the door behind them, then moved over to join Crane at the chairs. The warden took a seat and set out two glasses, then grabbed a rum for himself.] "What would you like?"

[As the warden grabbed a couple ice cubes, poured himself a half a glass, and then began pouring the mixer of some what appeared to be fruit punch, he continued.] "I had hoped we might speak about your friendship with Edward Nygma, an occupation for you, and the pairing itself. I'll let you choose the order, including your own topics, but we will be discussing all of them by night's end."

Surprise me. [Crane said, even as he looked over to see what Eames was having. Some people said that you could tell a lot about a person by what drink they chose. Crane didn't tend to buy that analysis.]

[Now, all of those topics were awkward in their own way. But it was better to start with the least difficult. They'd already discussed it in part, but if Eames wanted to make the issue clear, Crane wasn't complaining.] Talking about being paired is probably the most important. It's going to have a significant impact on your life on the barge.

[Eames nodded, setting his drink aside and beginning to mix a rum and coke for Crane. He wasn't certain if the other man even drank normally, so the basic beverage seemed a safe choice for the potential beginner. He listened as he fixed the drink, glancing between the glass and his inmate.]

"Not at all." [The warden replied to the notion that being paired with Crane would have a large impact.] "The only thing I expect it to change is my ability to defend you to the other wardens when it becomes necessary."

[Not if. When. :|]

When is becomes necessary. [Crane repeated, leaning back in the chair. It would become necessary, in Crane's opinion. He wasn't suffering under the delusion that many wardens liked him. If any outside of Eames, Nygma and Claire.]

You do realize that's only half of what you're expected to do, don't you? [This was the part of the warden-inmate situation that Crane hated. How the warden's were expected to make some kind of 'fix', as if they knew how to do that. Crane glanced over at Eames, to check his reaction.]

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[Eames' smile shifted to one a bit more devious.] "Jonathan. Humor me with a reminder, won't you?"

[The warden lifted his drink to take a long sip, watching his inmate. Obviously he was supposed to be redeeming Crane, but most of that in his mind was just convincing the man to get away from bad influences and to continue his science in a controlled environment.]

[Crane rolled his eyes, but continued speaking without any real malice.] Redemption, or whatever other word they're using for whatever standard of behavior allows you to graduate.

[Crane shrugged, slouching slightly in his chair. If it wasn't for his agreement with Rose and Eames actually having some level of interest in his well being, he probably wouldn't have even bothered with the conversation.]

[Eames slid Crane's glass to the complete opposite end of the table toward the man to encourage him to drink, then took another sip of his own. He seemed entirely unfazed by the declaration, though his smile shifted from mischievous to more nonchalant.] "I said it didn't change anything. My trying to help you--regardless of what the Admiral thinks is best--is something I've been doing for some time now. Or hadn't you noticed?

I've noticed, but at the end of the day we all answer to the Admiral. [Crane took the drink and spent a moment tilting it from side to side, so that the ice clinked against the sides of the glass. He wasn't really sure if Eames was going against the Admiral per say, but he hardly wanted to say that he hadn't noticed.]

Do you have any particular methods in mind for this helping? [Crane asked, looking up at Eames. He had hoped that everything would stay much the same.]

"Not entirely. I prefer to play the cards as they're dealt." [He replied with the same smile, taking another long sip of his drink. The truth was that Eames wouldn't tell Crane whether he had ideas/plans or not because it might influence the inmate. It was not something that Eames needed to be dealing with; after all, he meant what he said about not really expecting anything to change.] "Any suggestions?"

I don't have any suggestions. I do have things that I would prefer that you not do. [Crane took a sip of his drink before putting it on the table. He leaned forward and as he spoke counted off each thing on his fingers.]

No magic, in any way shape or form. No taking unnecessary advantages in floods. Or ports. [Which Crane counted as two things.] No mind control. No mind readers. No mind warpers. [Crane paused, before continuing.] Preferably no machines in my head either.

[Eames couldn't help but laugh a little that Crane already had a list made up in his mind.] "Anything else?"

[After a beat and realizing that his inmate was entirely serious, Eames almost instantly sobered.] "I won't promise anything, but I'll do my best."

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