doctor_j_crane | [64]

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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It's almost a punishment for you to go an entire day with only your warden for company.

Do you suppose he'll leave for supper?

[Hoffman...is starting to get concerned. All these people. All this concern. It feels good. It's wonderful but he doesn't want anyone to get hurt.]

I think he might, even if it's temporary. Besides...it's not like you can't come and visit right?

[After a moment, he switches to video. Pale, unusual eyes, the works.]

Hi.

He didn't say anything that suggests otherwise.

[Eddie leans back, unabashedly looking. He's used to vampires, but the pale skin and florescent eyes are still a sight to behold.]

Hello, Mark.

What do you think of the look?

[Have a fanged grin] It's too bad it's not October.

[His eyes widen and his grin gets wider along with it] Eddie the things I can see. If it weren't for the cripping desire to rip into jugulars I'd be having a ball.

...That does seem like it would come as a problem.

[Ripping jugulars was a little more severe than expected.]

[He decided to change the subject to something a little less morbid:]

Describe your range of vision to me.

I can see the details in the steel. And I can smell people who are alive and who are dead from...

[He thought back]

At least fifty feet away.

[He decided not to mention the sense of kinship he felt to the man who'd made? helped? saved? him. The way his warden wasn't afraid.]

You're not afraid of me?

Can you feel the activity above you?

[He remembered, under the effects of V, being able to hear a pin drop from the floor above, and that had been from a mere one drop.

When he had consumed an entire vial? Well...

He lifted his eyes when Hoffman asked his question.]

There's no reason for me to be afraid. [As phobic as he was of being bitten by a vampire, he had faced worse things.]

[By way of response he put a hand on the wall and then another. He reached as far as he could.]

It's faint. Too faint. Probably just the ship rumbling.

Zero is a fair way down, isn't it.

[He looks to the floor.]

And that place does tend to limit ones abilities.

I'm not leaving until I can look at my warden and not want to eat him. [Stubborn]

Although...Aleera and Dracula said that they-

[He lowers his head] There are other side effects too.

I'm not about to discourage that. Cannibalism is-- would be a terrible thing to have on ones conscience.

[Eddie maybe looks in the slightest bit concerned. Perhaps this wouldn't be all fun and games after all.]

Other side effects?

Yes.

[still so unsure. STILL SO.]

Are you going to tell me what they are?

There's no need to answer, if they're too...

[He lifts a hand, shrugging.]

Personal.

[Shrug. He did bring it up. It's not fair not to say something.] Just new feelings.

[Eddie raised an eyebrow.]

Well, I won't ask what they are.

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