doctor_j_crane | [22]

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I have a specimen that I think has lived in a bucket for a little too long. I would like a proper enclosure for it. Admiral, it can be plastic if you don't think I can be trusted with glass. [Crane sounds thoroughly unimpressed by this. He's referring to a non poisonous huntsman spider, that appeared in a Rom Com cupboard with Eddie and himself.]

[Crane pauses before continuing.] I'm rather surprised that the murder in the garden was handled so well. Was it because the culprit was reasonably obvious or due to actual police work?

[Private - Rose]

The garden is less quiet than I would have expected. I trust that you weren't affected by the recent events?

[Private - Hayley]

I want to show you some instructions. I need to know if you're capable of performing them.

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[She laughed as he walked off and slid off of the railing, just as he asked. But it was on her terms. At least...that's what she was going to let herself believe.]

Jonathan...

[Crane did stop, turning around to look at Rose. Managing to keep a slight smile of victory off his face.] Should we have a look at the rest of the deck?

[She nodded, moving along to walk beside him.]

What else is there to see?

An awful lot of deck. I'd say the pool, but I'm reasonably sure that we need warden permission. [Sigh. All the exciting parts of the barge, where chemicals could be found, were always locked off.]

[Rose shook her head.] The pool? Hmm...perhaps I can convince Desmond.

I noticed that he's stayed, somewhat against precedent. [Crane shrugs slightly, as if to say that he'll be gone soon enough.]

Exactly. Which is why I need to make use of him while he's here. [She stepped closer to him, reaching up to brush her hair from her face. She really did miss the countryside sometimes.]

Your warden seems unusually quiet.

So you should. Do you have any particular goals in mind? [A willing warden was always a great help in any potential plans.]

And my warden has been very quiet. I suspect that it may be the after effects of the port.

At the moment, I'm simply testing what he will allow. [She shrugged.] So far, he has denied me nothing. But I have yet to try anything but harmless items and trips to the CES.

Perhaps your next request should be for an object to defend yourself, such as a tazer. Although that may be pushing him too far. [After mentioning that, Crane looked around the deck quickly, confirming no one else was present.]

[Rose gave him a genuinely confused look, as she had no idea what that was. She was from a mid 1970s island in the middle of nowhere, Scotland. There were some things still that baffled her.]

What is that?

[Crane looked at her in surprised, but explained.] It's a device. When you press a button and aim it at someone, it releases an electric shock that ought to briefly paralyze them. It's not permanent or fatal. I had one used on me, one memorable time.

[She shook her head.] No thank you. I would rather not inflict that on anyone. [Then, a pause.]

What did you do to deserve it?

[Crane frowned at the mention of 'deserving' it.] The tazer is generally seen as a defensive weapon, reasonably non violent. [He pauses.]

I'm afraid that's at the end of a very long story.

[She put a finger to her lips for a moment.]

Who was defending themselves from you?

A woman named Rachel Dawes. She died a few months later, from completely unrelated events. [Crane shrugs slightly, but he talks about Rachel's death lightly, like it isn't of any real significance.]

[Rose really felt no sympathy for the woman, either, though any kind of death was significant. She was sure she had just been reborn somewhere else.]

Ah. Well, I still don't think I need any sort of weapon, defensive or otherwise.

[Crane resisted the urge to ask Rose to ask for it anyway, so she could give it to him. It wasn't likely to succeed.]

If you feel secure, I suppose there would be no real reason to need such a thing.

I don't feel secure. Not with the people here. But I feel that this warden, at least, might actually be able to help.

[She paused by the railing again and leaned against it idly, not forgetting what had happened earlier, but just choosing not to deal with it.]

Do you fear for my safety?

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