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Hey! It's Carol. I know we've only spoken once, but I like your style.
I'm looking at accomplishing something here. You interested in hearing about it?
I'm looking at accomplishing something here. You interested in hearing about it?
My cabin is 305. If you prefer somewhere public, I can meet you on the deck.
[ Carol opens the door. Her cabin is nothing fancy: it's a basic prison cell with slightly upgraded furniture so it's not completely uncomfortable. ]
Hey. Make yourself at home.
Hey. Make yourself at home.
[ There is a stool, and it's not terribly comfortable but it's better than the ground. ]
No problem. Let's get to business, though: us inmates need some fucking organization if we want to have any leverage against the wardens, and against the more...unhinged among our own number. I don't know about you, but I don't want to sit around and wait to be murdered.
No problem. Let's get to business, though: us inmates need some fucking organization if we want to have any leverage against the wardens, and against the more...unhinged among our own number. I don't know about you, but I don't want to sit around and wait to be murdered.
You ever been in a gang?
[ No use sugar coating it, it is what it is. ]
[ No use sugar coating it, it is what it is. ]
That's exactly where I'm going. No bullshit, I like that.
Have you met Hickey, Norton, or John?
Have you met Hickey, Norton, or John?
I think you'll get along with Norton. He's a sharp guy.
But those're the guys who are in with us so far. You don't have to be friends with them or anything, as long as you can have their back.
But those're the guys who are in with us so far. You don't have to be friends with them or anything, as long as you can have their back.
Good.
It's difficult to get anything off the ground here. You have to be real crafty when death isn't permanent. First goals are to recruit more people and carve out some territory for ourselves. If you have leads on either, let me know.
It's difficult to get anything off the ground here. You have to be real crafty when death isn't permanent. First goals are to recruit more people and carve out some territory for ourselves. If you have leads on either, let me know.
I will.
[ She has a few prospects of people that she could get to be under her control, but she doesn't really know anyone she'd want to pull into this. Not until she has an idea of what 'this' can do. And how useful it will be for her. ]
I can tell you that if you can get me mice, I can be more helpful.
[ She has a few prospects of people that she could get to be under her control, but she doesn't really know anyone she'd want to pull into this. Not until she has an idea of what 'this' can do. And how useful it will be for her. ]
I can tell you that if you can get me mice, I can be more helpful.
She arrives, the box with the lingerie tucked under one arm, knocking. When the door opens, her eyebrow arches, and she holds up the box.
"I believe...I was summoned?"
And given her feelings on the idea of being directed, it ought to say a lot that she's there at all. But Makima has been an...exception. Since they met in the strange dream.
"I believe...I was summoned?"
And given her feelings on the idea of being directed, it ought to say a lot that she's there at all. But Makima has been an...exception. Since they met in the strange dream.
She glances at the box, and then her focus is on Sariss. On her face. Her eyes. She wonders if Sariss knows how much of a privilege it is for her to care what she looks like, to look at her face. That she likes thinking about it.
She guesses not.
"I gave you a present. I thought you'd come to see me when you wanted to use it."
She guesses not.
"I gave you a present. I thought you'd come to see me when you wanted to use it."
Such understanding can come, of time and conversation.
"You gave me a lure," she replied, "that happens to come in the shape of a present. And...here I am."
Her hand reached out, questing for one of Makima's.
"You gave me a lure," she replied, "that happens to come in the shape of a present. And...here I am."
Her hand reached out, questing for one of Makima's.
"What were you expecting?" she says as she reaches a hand out to entwine her fingers with Sariss's. Her fingers can move in all sorts of unique and interesting ways when she's performing but right now, the intent is to get close and wrapped around and unable to be pulled apart.
"What else would I give you for a present?"
She smiles impishly.
"Thank you for my present."
"What else would I give you for a present?"
She smiles impishly.
"Thank you for my present."
"I hardly knew," she replied, "my experience with presents is...limited," she replied, eagerly allowing that entwining.
"But I am glad you enjoy yours. I am certain to enjoy mine."
"But I am glad you enjoy yours. I am certain to enjoy mine."
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