doctor_j_crane | [64]

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[64] - [Voice]

Since everyone seems to be posting on their feelings lately, I might share some of mine. Firstly, if you're thinking about posting anecdotes about your life, don't bother. No one cares. Your warden already knows whatever you're going to say from your file, so they don't care either. You're wasting everyone's time.

Secondly, no one cares about what you think you know about space, the barge, religion or our place in the world. Thirdly, introducing yourself is pointless. We're all going to be stuck here for months on end, and we'll all inevitable be thrown together in some kind of ridiculously flood. So I'd recommend doing us all a favor and refrain from inflicting your company on the rest of us.

[Pause. Crane's done with his rant.] And Eames left, in case any of you were wondering. He clearly worked out that you'd have to be insane to stay here willingly.

[Private - Arthur]

I need to talk to you. You can probably guess what about.

[Filtered to the infirmary staff]

I either want some Zoloft or Prozac. Now.

[Private - The Admiral]

I just want to know one thing. I just want an answer to one question.

[OCC: So, Crane's in a bit of a terrible mood and lashing out at the barge. It's up to your discretion mods, whether the Admiral replies. c:]

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Those were completely unrelated views said at a normal level of volume.

Fine. I also declare you my temporary warden, because I'm not in the mood to deal with Capa.

You screamed emotion. It was potent.

[Just a beat.] Alright, should I make an official announcement? I wouldn't want someone to beat me to it.

[After sending that, Eddie dashes through the hallway to reach his room before Crane does. There's a bag in his hands, full of vials and beakers and those little plastic, orange things that he doesn't really know how to use. He pushes through his door after a momentary fumble with the lock and starts laying out the additional lab materials, leaving the door wide open for Crane to enter through.]

I don't know if I recommend it. What would the other warden's responses be like?

[And after typing that, Crane gets up from his desk. He leaves Eames' note in the drawer before walking out of his room, locking the door behind him. He immediately sees that Eddie's door is open and goes in. The lab materials are a surprise.]

Nygma? What are you intending to do with all of that?

[Eddie responds as soon as Crane enters the room:] To be honest, I've lost the ability to care. Most of them are dimwits.

[He pulls up a chair for himself, near the desk, but not in front of it, and makes a hand motion that clearly says 'sit down'.]

I'm not going to do anything, you are. Take some time to enjoy yourself.

[Crane considers arguing otherwise, but shrugs.] The worst they can do is put you in zero for a week. Or insist that you leave.

[Crane looks at the scientific equipment, then back up at Eddie.] Do you want to make some sort of deal with me?

[After all, in the past Nygma had only been interested in providing this sort of thing if Crane was willing to give him some of the chemicals he made in return.]

[Eddie didn't respond to what the wardens could potentially do. After Mozenrath had been separated from Snape, he felt his complaints had been justified, and hopefully now the wardens understood why he had been so angry.]

We've passed that stage. You don't need to give me anything in return.

[Except, perhaps, loyalty.]

[Crane looks at the equipment for a long while, frowning.] I don't even know what I want to do.

[He sits down, still staring at the set.] I need a new project. I'm done with the fear toxin. It's run its course.

[Eddie has a few suggestions, but none he's willing to verbalize.]

Is there anything you've taken an interest in?

[Crane shrugs, leaning back in his chair.]

Why are you here, Nygma? You can go home. There's no reason for you to be staying.

I told Beatty I would be here to help him-- I won't turn that into a lie.

[Edward Nygma wasn't a man that indulged lies of any sort.]

You could have worse inmates than Beatty. [Crane eventually said.] Although there must have been a reason why you came here in the first place.

There's an inmate worse than Beatty? [He said humorously, smiling.] My initial reason for coming here has changed.

Obviously. I can think of a dozen off the top of my head.

[Crane realizes it was a joke, but takes it seriously anyway. He doesn't believe what Eddie says his motives are, but doesn't press the issue.]

My next warden is going to be my fifth. There's something inherently depressing about that.

Beatty is my fifth inmate. People come and go.

Did Eames mention why he left?

[Not that Eddie's unhappy about it. He didn't like Eames.]

He did. [Crane said shortly. He pauses before continuing.] I don't want to particularly talk about the details.

[Eddie doesn't want to either, to be honest, but...]

Wouldn't it make you feel better?

No. I'm not even particularly at angry at Eames. I had too many expectations.

[Crane sounds particularly bitter about said expectations.]

Expectations are a dangerous thing to have, but you should have them. It's your wardens job to help you, and by leaving they're failing in that.

[This almost comes out as bitter, because he really doesn't like Eames:] But it doesn't mean they didn't care or there weren't extenuating circumstances that forced their hand. As shortsighted as Eames was, I could see that he wanted to help you.

He didn't fail. [Crane snaps, giving Eddie a cold look.] He's not responsible for my actions.

[Crane does listen to the rest of Eddie's explanation though, and he agrees with it.] You are right, though. Although the fact still remains that I don't want another warden. I don't need one.

Eames didn't complete the assigned task, he failed, and it was a failure solely on his part. Keeping in mind that failure stands for a lack of success and isn't necessarily a derogatory term.

[He shifts a little closer to the desk, reaching for the matches.]

You're going to get one regardless. Eames was rather quite, as far as wardens go. A new one might be the best thing for you.

The word has derogatory connotations. Call it non-completion.

[That sounded better to Crane. Safer, more sanitized.]

I don't think so. [Crane laughs, bitterly.] Who says that this one is going to be any different to the other four?

Maybe I intended them to be there.

[He doesn't try to press the issue. It's not a good time.]

Never mind that, it's not important.

Give your future warden the benefit of the doubt, at least.

[Crane sighs, and moves closer to the chemistry equipment, looking at the different pieces. Considering their uses.]

You're not exactly encouraging me to do that, are you?

[He lit a match, using it to start the Bunsen burner.]

I'm being realistic with how I lay it out.

You're jumping the gun. [Crane says, looking at the Bunsen burner, but he doesn't stop Eddie.]

You're a terrible warden. [Crane said after a moment.] If you want something from me, now is a good time to specify.

[He wasn't interested in deals. He just needed something to focus on. Something to do.]

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