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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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.

They're not the brightest of people, but they aren't stupid. [Well, that was what he hoped.]

They are. They do things like that, you know. It happens all the times.

[Crane looks at his empty glass.] I don't know if I want another one of those.

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