[In a voice that is both shit-eating and perfectly retail:] One coffee black as a lawyer's soul, coming right up.
[It takes him about twenty minutes to make it up, between the two coffees and gathering up a plate of human-friendly werewolf snacks, which turns out to be fried chicken drumsticks courtesy of Warren, and he has everything balanced perfectly on one arm so he can rap 'shave and a haircut' on Lark's door.]
He gives Lark a cheery smile as he strides in, and puts the supplies down on the table, and flops into one corner of the couch like he owns the place.
"You just finished up the last of it?" he asks brightly, picking his own coffee back up. "You could've requested an extra ten minutes for another shower, y'know."
"And go an extra ten minutes without coffee?" A playful scoff. He takes a sip, and a moment to savor it.
"I don't know that he'll use it, but I wanted the place clean if Trevor wants a place to get away. Mostly though, I think this place will be where the pack can meet."
"Oh there's always work. If we don't keep busy, we start gnawing the furniture, chasing cats, eating people." A smile that indicates he might not be exaggerating on all of that.
"My main concern is the security of the ship right now. Obviously, we'll never be able to contain the shit storms, but the faster we react the better. And my hunch is if we make sure every passenger has someone in their side and someone willing to call out their bullshit, the crises will stop happening so regularly."
The raised eyebrow stays exactly where it is, but the look beneath it is dry now, at Lark switching topics out again.
"That's true, but there's got to be a line between keeping an eye on our inmates and keeping people we collectively decide are just 'problems'," with one-handed air quotes around the word, "on permanent surveillance. Like, we could all just sit around our warden items waiting for someone to start shit..."
And he pulls his walkie off his belt, popping the button so Jacobi's voice plays- and after a moment, Warren's, the two having some conversation before Tim clicks it off again. "But that seems a bit too stalkerish for my taste. And a lot of the recent events seem like they've been more like spontaneous lashings-out than planned attacks, it's harder to get ahead of those. People who haven't learned how to unwind from the last year, the ones taking that as an invitation to lash out while the wardens are tired from the first lot of drama, or newbies who don't know the rules yet."
"It's also important for people to make mistakes. They aren't going to learn the reasons behind rules if they just follow blindly. It's an ugly choice though, isn't it?" He hates having to make it--feeling like no matter what he does, he's compromising himself.
"I think what we really need to focus on is the response. Making sure there's someone to secure the scene, someone to treat the wounds, but most importantly someone to investigate both sides so we can learn from the problem."
"The only real problem I see with the investigative stage," he says wryly, "is that it doesn't really work if one party actively refuses to talk about things. Because they think no-one actually wants to hear their side under its own merits, or they're not used to being the one listened to."
He smirks behind his coffee. "Or they're just being a wanker about it."
"You can pull the truth out of someone without them knowing they're giving it to you. But here? the important piece is people being heard. Which is a real thorn in my ass sometimes," a wry grin.
"Well it's not like you have a shortage of people who'd be happy to make you feel heard," he comments, with a look on his face that suggests he knows full well that's not what Lark meant. "It's just a matter of making you use your big dog words."
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[It takes him about twenty minutes to make it up, between the two coffees and gathering up a plate of human-friendly werewolf snacks, which turns out to be fried chicken drumsticks courtesy of Warren, and he has everything balanced perfectly on one arm so he can rap 'shave and a haircut' on Lark's door.]
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"Pick a seat," he gestures Tim in with a grin.
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"You just finished up the last of it?" he asks brightly, picking his own coffee back up. "You could've requested an extra ten minutes for another shower, y'know."
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"I don't know that he'll use it, but I wanted the place clean if Trevor wants a place to get away. Mostly though, I think this place will be where the pack can meet."
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"So what sort of meetings does the pack normally have, outside the constant threat of pirate-related deaths?"
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"My main concern is the security of the ship right now. Obviously, we'll never be able to contain the shit storms, but the faster we react the better. And my hunch is if we make sure every passenger has someone in their side and someone willing to call out their bullshit, the crises will stop happening so regularly."
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"That's true, but there's got to be a line between keeping an eye on our inmates and keeping people we collectively decide are just 'problems'," with one-handed air quotes around the word, "on permanent surveillance. Like, we could all just sit around our warden items waiting for someone to start shit..."
And he pulls his walkie off his belt, popping the button so Jacobi's voice plays- and after a moment, Warren's, the two having some conversation before Tim clicks it off again. "But that seems a bit too stalkerish for my taste. And a lot of the recent events seem like they've been more like spontaneous lashings-out than planned attacks, it's harder to get ahead of those. People who haven't learned how to unwind from the last year, the ones taking that as an invitation to lash out while the wardens are tired from the first lot of drama, or newbies who don't know the rules yet."
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"I think what we really need to focus on is the response. Making sure there's someone to secure the scene, someone to treat the wounds, but most importantly someone to investigate both sides so we can learn from the problem."
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He smirks behind his coffee. "Or they're just being a wanker about it."
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