17 - more valuable alive
Mar. 1st, 2012 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacup[Private to Prefect]
[Riddick's voice is a low singsong, a combination of exhaustion and trying to be discrete in a packed infirmary.]
You owe me dinner.
[Riddick's voice is a low singsong, a combination of exhaustion and trying to be discrete in a packed infirmary.]
You owe me dinner.
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:17 pm (UTC)[His voice is a little hazy. He's pretty drunk right now, and he hit on a lot of people in that port, so it' taking a moment for the pieces to fall into place here.]
Switching to video
Date: 2012-03-01 07:24 pm (UTC)-well, I'd rather be licking my wounds in the CES than this infirmary. You're a warden, right?
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:46 pm (UTC)[Then the video comes on, and oh. Oh he remembers now...
...And he kind of wasn't expecting Riddick's eyes to still look like that in the real world...
...And oh god his brain isn't working right now wat do...
Audio feed ends abruptly.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:47 pm (UTC)3/3 text
Date: 2012-03-01 07:47 pm (UTC)Audio
Date: 2012-03-01 07:53 pm (UTC)My eyes got slightly cut out a while ago. So if this is all shameful and you gotta text, I'll sort this out later when the comm screen ain't giving me more of a migraine.
[He has a grump. He put forward a real effort to be suave there.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 08:02 pm (UTC)I'm sorry. It's not shameful. I mean, it's not any more shameful than killing people and stealing their internal organs. It just... isn't something that I would ordinarily feel comfortable with pursuing.
I will still let you into the CES if you want, was what I was saying, Comrade.
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Date: 2012-03-01 08:06 pm (UTC)[It almost doesn't seem sporting now.
Fuck sporting.]
Meet you at the door, then. In about twenty.
[As he casually drags his tired ass up there.]
Spam?
Date: 2012-03-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2012-03-01 11:37 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2012-03-02 12:00 am (UTC)[Annnd, then he looks away super quickly, because there's just too much awkward in prolonged contact right now. He fumbles with his police radio for a few minutes, trying to unclip it from his belt to open the CES door.]
So, how are you feeling, Brother? Any better?
Spam
Date: 2012-03-02 12:12 am (UTC)[He is a lying liar. He feels like shit and a half. But he will not. Show. Weakness. ]
Spam
Date: 2012-03-02 12:44 am (UTC)[He stops trying to maintain his stance, and slumps against the door, finally fumbling the radio loose. He swipes it across the lock, and then twists the door handle, half staggering forward as it swings open.
Righting himself, he steps aside to let Riddick pass.]
Come on in, Comrade.
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Date: 2012-03-02 01:00 am (UTC)And not because he's too tired to take another step.
Obviously.]
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Date: 2012-03-02 02:43 am (UTC)Is there anything else you need from me, Comrade?
[A thought very briefly occurs, and Prefect frowns.]
Actually - not that I'm going to throw you out or anything, Brother - is there some reason why your own warden wouldn't bring you here?
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Date: 2012-03-02 02:48 am (UTC)Ain't seen bright boy in a while. Guess he's doing whatever Programs do when it ain't being a warden.
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Date: 2012-03-02 02:53 am (UTC)Are you sure you're all right, Comrade? It seems as though you should be still suffering the death toll quite heavily...
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Date: 2012-03-02 02:55 am (UTC)[He spreads the blanket and sprawls across it, throwing an arm over his eyes.
...and his self control fails; a second later he's breathing deeply.]
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Date: 2012-03-02 03:09 am (UTC)He rolls onto his side and pulls his jacket up over his face to block out the light. Then he just lays there, feeling warm, and a little ill, enjoying the ready made darkness.]