R 9 Fuck you admiral. Fuck you.
Mar. 24th, 2013 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacup[Why is Riddick upset today? Because the admiral has forced his hand. He has to be a productive member of society. Oh, he hates this. He hates. This. But the alternative is letting things backslide in a direction he's all too familiar with, and NOPE.]
[Filtered to anyone who responded to his gambling post.]
No big winners today. Narvin woulda taken all of it, but he's not into currency.
D'amico, you want the game, you got it. Otherwise, it's canceled on account of fuck this bullshit, I'm not going to have time.
[Private to the kitchen shift wardens.]
Hey, I've got a favor to ask.
[Private to Ned.]
I see right, you're doing baking classes for Pinkman's cash?
[Filtered to Prefect - added later after long thought]
You were right. It could be worse. And I find I'm actually grateful for how much it wasn't. For every warden, every time, who made the choice not to go corrupt.
I'm not pleased about this. I don't like being grateful. But it doesn't change that a lot of you people ... exceeded my expectations.
[The stilted wording is more because he doesn't know how to verbalize this and is so vastly uncomfortable, but today's a good day to get it out there so he can get all of his civilization over with in one post and not have to deal with it afterwards.]
[PUBLIC] (follows discussion with Rhade)
You know what a protein waffle is? It's a low-grade, low-cost way to keep a prisoner alive. The minimum nutritional standards, carbohydrates-fat-protein, compressed into something about the consistency of particleboard. You can live on them indefinitely.
Tasty. I've probably eaten about my body weight in that over my lifetime. Somehow I think I can do without them for a while longer.
But it got me thinking.
What do you eat when you ain't feeling entirely put together? Comfort food, cultural shit like that. Recipe would be a bonus.
Disclaimer, obviously, about the kitchen staff being limited, but we can start putting things together. We aren't busted down to protein waffles yet.
[Filtered to anyone who responded to his gambling post.]
No big winners today. Narvin woulda taken all of it, but he's not into currency.
D'amico, you want the game, you got it. Otherwise, it's canceled on account of fuck this bullshit, I'm not going to have time.
[Private to the kitchen shift wardens.]
Hey, I've got a favor to ask.
[Private to Ned.]
I see right, you're doing baking classes for Pinkman's cash?
[Filtered to Prefect - added later after long thought]
You were right. It could be worse. And I find I'm actually grateful for how much it wasn't. For every warden, every time, who made the choice not to go corrupt.
I'm not pleased about this. I don't like being grateful. But it doesn't change that a lot of you people ... exceeded my expectations.
[The stilted wording is more because he doesn't know how to verbalize this and is so vastly uncomfortable, but today's a good day to get it out there so he can get all of his civilization over with in one post and not have to deal with it afterwards.]
[PUBLIC] (follows discussion with Rhade)
You know what a protein waffle is? It's a low-grade, low-cost way to keep a prisoner alive. The minimum nutritional standards, carbohydrates-fat-protein, compressed into something about the consistency of particleboard. You can live on them indefinitely.
Tasty. I've probably eaten about my body weight in that over my lifetime. Somehow I think I can do without them for a while longer.
But it got me thinking.
What do you eat when you ain't feeling entirely put together? Comfort food, cultural shit like that. Recipe would be a bonus.
Disclaimer, obviously, about the kitchen staff being limited, but we can start putting things together. We aren't busted down to protein waffles yet.
