[13] – Video Post

[doctor_j_crane]

I’m out of zero, since the warden administration decided to get their act together. [Eye roll, Crane’s obviously not impressed with the time he spent down there.]

Unsurprisingly, nothing has changed. Good job though, with getting rid of the fear gas mess so far. The dining hall is looking quite pleasant. You could almost eat your lunch there without thinking about someone getting murdered where your chair is. [Crane just smiles at the camera for a long moment, before flicking it off.]

[Private – Irene Adler]

I don’t suppose you know anything about this? [Crane holds up a wad of paper which appears to be a file on Irene, with a kiss in lipstick on the top. He’s put it in a plastic sleeve to avoid touching the icky lady germs.]

[Private – Ms Rose]

I’m out of zero, finally, but you’re not in the infirmary. Where are you?

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[His attachment to his previous warden was something of a puzzle to Rose, who hadn't found anything useful in either of her wardens. But, he was just as entitled to being sucked into this fantasy as anyone else.]

I don't know. I would rather not be attacked again. By anyone. Your clown is not the only danger here.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

What do you suggest I do? [Crane didn't have a great many ideas. Petitioning the Admiral was useless, the wardens were untrustworthy and he was unlikely to be able to ward off an attack from the majority of the inmates on the barge.]

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

We can only react to what we have. I would feel better having someone else around. At least until I obtain a warden who can, if possible, take other measures. [She looked away then, thinking. She knew that wardens had to ask for their inmates back...though Howie had to be the one to do it last time. That was not a situation she wanted to enter into again.]

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

We could always do what we were doing... before. [It's pretty obvious by Crane's low tone that he's talking about Rose dying.] It is better than nothing, until you get a warden with a hint of competance.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She nodded.] I think that is a sound idea, as long as you are up for the task. I would hate to be a burden. [Lie...]

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

It's not a burden by any means. [Crane wasn't a big fan of being in close contact with people, but if it was a choice between that and having Rose die again he knew where he stood.] It's simply the practicable solution.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Rose gave him a gentle laugh and shook her head.] Of course. Though will your warden approve of such an arrangement? [Pouring herself a bit more cider, she sat back to watch his expression on that.]

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Rose's laugh put Crane a bit more at ease.] I doubt that she will. If she does, it will probably be in the name of 'learning to care about people' or something equally ridiculous.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[Rose laughed again, leaning back as the cider began to take hold.]

Strange how they think we do not care. Or that we cannot care, simply because we hold no love for them.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

They assume that how we act towards them is how we act towards everyone else. [If there was one thing Crane hated, it was people in positions of authority over him. He knew that it tended to show. He looked down at his cider.]

This is rather strong, isn't it?

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She shrugged.] Not particularly strong at all. [A half lie.] Does it make you nervous, Doctor Crane?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

I'm not nervous. [Crane swirled his cider around in the cup.] I've just never been particularly partial to alcohol.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[The memory of the flood that had inebriated them all crossed her mind and raised one shoulder in a noncommittal sort of shrug.] It is not necessarily a bad thing, when consumed wisely. At the moment, it is simply a drink among... friends.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Yes, quite so. [Crane didn't want to think about the drunk flood. That was not a good time at all.]

To friends. [Crane offers her a toast, because it seems like a friendly thing to do.]

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She raised her own glass and nodded.] To friends. [Well, it was a standard toast, one that she could truly get behind. At least in his case.] Are you planning on staying here, Doctor, or should we travel back to your room?

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane shrugs.] I don't particularly mind, but I understand how my room might have negative connotations for you.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She almost, ALMOST showed a bit of relief there, but managed to keep it contained.]

Yes, it does. But that is not something I'm going to dwell on. We shouldn't dwell on our past too much. It will skew our perception of the present.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Yes. We can hardly change what happened. [Crane pauses. He feels guilty.] I don't mind staying here, if you'd like.

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[preachyrose.livejournal.com]

[She gave him a compassionate look that was actually very genuine.]

Thank you, Jonathan. [She looked away, not wanting to show any more of that pesky emotion.]

I suppose you will need to bring some things here? You are more than welcome to use my desk if you want to work.

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[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane felt strange. Positive. Which was very odd. He promptly ignored it.]

Yes. I should go down and collect some things. [He's already making a list in his brain.]