R 8 - public, not public.

[with_my_teacup]

Since we have currency now, we might as well get gambling underway. Little game I like to call 'what's going next?'

I'd personally set ten-one odds for the CES, twenty-one odds on the inmate showers losing hot water. But I ain't in it for a profit and the market can decide. Lay your bets, cash or trade, winners split the pot. Hours at work are worth a flat twenty.

I'm going for the long odds and saying sixty cash, and it goes straight to an inmate curfew and forcefields over the doors.

[Private to the Marquis de Sade]
You busy?

Comments

[lost_humanity]

I'm beginning to wonder if we're aboard a dying ship. [Sandoval has been there and his mind is unhappy creepy thoughts mode.]

[with_my_teacup]

I'd expect shit to be breaking down. But I'll put you down for twenty on 'the fucking barge is fucking dying?'

[There's a mask over Riddick's voice, a cold amusement. He can feel himself shutting off, all the parts that aren't survive-manipulate-kill-escape.]

[lost_humanity]

If we're still standing it's money I'm willing to part with.

[He hasn't noticed anything unusual yet, other than sections of the ship obviously not working anymore. But things in the engine room doesn't mean much and he doesn't want to feel the cold seeping in again.]

[with_my_teacup]

I guess we'll know real clearly if it's your thing.

[demon_knight]

Inmates? Forcefields? My door is gone right now. I mean, there is nothin' there. I can't get out of my goddamn room.

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick doesn't react to this much... outwardly.

Inwardly he may be freaking the fuck out in a cold, predatory, threatened-animal kind of way.]

Welp. You want twenty bucks on 'he's trying to break the wardens?' Because I ain't got anything to help.

[demon_knight]

I don't know. [She actually sounds uncertain now. She doesn't like this, and she's kind of terrified too. She's not heard of this thing with the doors yet, and as a former prisoner it's kind of scaring her, too.]

[mistconduct]

Dude. You're honing in on my action.

[with_my_teacup]

And you're gonna do what about it, exactly?

[Private]

Look, correct me if I'm wrong. You've never been in a real prison.

[mistconduct]

I don't want to fight you for turf but I will fucking make turf war when it concerns gambling rights.

[Private]

No, but that's not part of the discussion right now.

[private]

[megamind]

Actually except for the general issues in the Zero, it seems like most places targets require warden permission or warden status to enter; firing range, CTS, etc.

So I'm actually not sure it's us being targeted.

[private]

[with_my_teacup]

It's only a matter of time. The more he fucks off the wardens the more wedge he puts between us. And tell me this doesn't feel familiar to you, the halls, the way things that made this nonstandard are disappearing.

[private]

[megamind]

Yeah, I noticed. I'm just waiting for cartoon animals to appear on my walls.

[ ... that made no sense, unless you knew Megamind was in the same cell since he was about six. ]

And be gentle with Chris. He's mine.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis looks a little ill, but other than that not worse for wear.]

Not at all. What's the matter?

[Private]

[with_my_teacup]

I'd like to come to your place if you're in.

This feel familiar to you, too?

[Private]

[impure_tale]

The sentiment, at least.

...You're free to drop by, but I might be poor company.

[That whole port made him sick :|]

[je_suis_avec_toi]

There isn't much left to take. The inmates' washrooms. The CES, which I hardly ever get to see. The chapel.

[with_my_teacup]

Where do you want your bet?

[je_suis_avec_toi]

The CES, but it may take me a little to earn something if I lose.

[voice, avec sound filter]

[dalekemperor]

I would have to agree that the most likely next target would be the CES. It fits the pattern.

[voice, avec sound filter]

[with_my_teacup]

Twenty on 'lose the CES' for you?

Re: [voice, avec sound filter]

[dalekemperor]

Or the equivalent thereof, yes.

[timesbureaucrat]

I'm surprised no one has bet on the pub yet.

[with_my_teacup]

Good choice, warden. Twenty on the pub for you?

[timesbureaucrat]

I didn't take any of Mr. Pinkman's human money, nor do I have an interest in acquiring any.