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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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.]

[Eddie didn't seem fazed.] I'm a great warden, if it's within my interest to warden you.

Which it isn't-- I don't warden friends.

[He threw the used match aside and leaned back in his chair to watch Crane start his work.]

[That actually manages to get a genuinely amused expression out of Crane.]

Of course you don't. You're so unhelpful.

[It wasn't said with any particular malice, as Crane started doing his science.]

[Eddie smiles, mock-shrugging and spreading out his hands.]

Aren't I just.

[Crane looks up from what he's doing and shakes his head.]

If I was better at decision making, I would have gone to the lab with Capa earlier.

You wouldn't have made a network entry if you were better at decision making.

[Now that Crane's settled in, Eddie stands out of his chair.]

Coffee?

It was cathartic, if nothing else. [Crane doesn't sound overly positive about it though, as he continues with his work.]

Or something stronger. [He says, without looking up.]

[Stronger than coffee?

He could add a relaxant to some tea instead.]

I'll see what I have in storage.

[Time to whip up something that'll have Jon floating the rest of the afternoon away!

Aaaaand he returns with his floaty miracle after fifteen minutes, sliding it onto the table before Jon.]

Here you are.

[Crane looks at it. He'd been implying alcohol, and doesn't have any reason to think otherwise about it.]

Thank you. [Time to start on the drink. And time to continue science. Occupational health and safety, what is that?]

Hayley left too, as you've probably heard. Capa thinks that it's going to be for good this time.

Welcome.

[Eddie sits back down in his chair. There's no such thing as health and safety in his cabin, it's the cabin of rock ~~and bad choices~~.]

Personally, I thought she was a bad influence on you.

[But he had a pretty limited view on her and Jon's interaction. The foremost thing in his mind was the torture she had subjected him to, and...that was basically it.]

Didn't she use psychological torture on you? Even nanomites can't teach someone how to do that successfully overnight.

[Crane sighs, taking another sip of his drink.]

I'm hardly in a position to start getting on a high horse about people using psychological torture, especially when their judgment is impaired. The blame for all of that falls with Rex.

[Crane sounds well and truly bitter by the end of that.] The Admiral had no right to take her away for good.

[Eddie shrugs.]

We don't know why she's gone. It may have been that there was somewhere better for her.

I doubt that the Admiral would just send her home.

[Crane took another sip from his drink.] If I went, what would you assume had happened to me?

Does it matter?

[He tried for a disinterested expression.]

You won't be taken. [Flinch.] Leave. You won't leave.

It matters.

[Crane smiles, grimly.] I might be, one day. I suppose it's no different to the risk of having unexpected heart failure or something like that.

[Crane sips from his drink again. He's starting to feel light headed.] But I think if the Admiral were going to take me, he would have already done it.

Yes.

[Eddie rubs behind his neck. He hasn't thought of life without Jonathan before.]

Yes. [He repeats.] I have the feeling he fancies you as a passenger.

He mocked me when I asked perfectly reasonable questions.

[Crane said, as he took another sip from his drink. The Admiral had clearly decided to give up all pretenses of being polite.]

Did he laugh?

[Had the Admiral ever been polite? He'd have to see it to believe it.]

Close to. He made childish denials instead.

[Crane paused.] I'd show you, but his voice appeared in my room. Apparently it's his preferred mode of conversation now.

He must like you a great deal better than me. My request for a temporary shooting range prompted outrageous laughter. He wouldn't even answer why.

[Eddie almost huffed.]

Are you still doing that? [Crane said, pausing as he finished his drink.] Or is it more of a long term project?

I'd be impressed with myself if I managed to single-handedly build an entire shooting range in six days.

[It was going to take a fortnight, at the very least.]

How are you going to ensure that the inmates won't get their hands on the guns?

[Crane sounded slightly concerned. He didn't want to be shot.]

[Eddie looked incredulous.]

You think I would stock it with guns?

I don't think you would. [Crane might be starting to slur his words, just a bit.] But the other wardens might.

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