"I've never seen any inmate tortured down here, for what it's worth. I think an inmate tortured a warden, but I could have heard wrong. This is more like a 'throw the inmate in before you get demoted' space." Which he doesn't really approve of, but it is what it is.
Trevor walks in first, holding the door open for Lark, his other hand on the gun Jon gave him. Just in case something living is down here, it pays to be prepared.
"Well, it's definitely a lot bigger than what I'd say we need. How many have been locked up here at once, two? Maybe three? There are ten cells here."
He comes up on the door and looks the padlock over.
Trevor peers in, then waves a thanks to Pagan as he walks into the cell. He stands in the middle of it, hands on his hips, sniffing the air as if for magic before walking around in a perimeter.
"Well. I'm kind of disappointed at the lack of imagination here. Pagan, don't we have hammers on this ship? Something we could have made into a rack?"
"It holds sentimental value to people," he says with a sigh, but he's not going to elaborate on it. "Now. Can I go back to my reading or would you like to inspect every other cell?"
"Do me a favor? I'm sharing the details with you as I learn them, but only share them with her if she asks directly. She's...slippery when she doesn't need to be. Manipulative." A wry smile. "Since I'm trying to learn to be more honest and straightforward, it might be good for her to learn, too."
He grunts an acknowledgement, walking over to help take down one half of the curtains.
"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't shut up about me being unhappy. I kept telling her it wasn't her business. Then she wouldn't stop talking about my kid and Sypha's pregnancy, which was really not her business. Next time I should just use this gun to freeze her."
"If you think that would stop her I think you're grossly underestimating her. The woman is tenacious." He folds the curtains as Trevor takes them down. "Did she meet your kid?"
"No, you're not, and I'm putting those fucking curtains back up," he says over his shoulder. "When you're the zero warden, you can redecorate to your fucking heart's content!"
"We wouldn't be here bothering the shit out of you if you did your fucking job before she riled half the ship!" he calls at Pagan, annoyed, before putting the tea set back.
"Leave the front curtains off," Lark says. "We really don't need inmates thinking we're hiding things down here, and if they can't see in it won't matter what we tell them."
Lark has never been sentimental, and isn't even sure how to be sensitive around the idea of it. He bites back the same irritation he sees on Trevor. "You're likeable. Even if you are an asshole."
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Is 'sensory deprivation' where they remove your eyes and ears?
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I've never seen anyone get in or out of that cell. I've never looked into it because my powers don't work there.
But now that you bring it up...
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Not that he thinks curiosity needs an excuse. His certainly never has, no matter how much trouble it gets him into.
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"I don't think so. I'm curious too now; Misty started it but she actually had some points to make."
He steps back so that Lark can open Zero properly.
"Can't be anything good if it's down here."
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"I've never seen any inmate tortured down here, for what it's worth. I think an inmate tortured a warden, but I could have heard wrong. This is more like a 'throw the inmate in before you get demoted' space." Which he doesn't really approve of, but it is what it is.
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"Well, it's definitely a lot bigger than what I'd say we need. How many have been locked up here at once, two? Maybe three? There are ten cells here."
He comes up on the door and looks the padlock over.
"At least it's not magic."
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"Oh, very mysterious," he mutters, opening it for them.
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"Well. I'm kind of disappointed at the lack of imagination here. Pagan, don't we have hammers on this ship? Something we could have made into a rack?"
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Lark has no idea why anyone would want that, but he also only spoke to Larry once or twice.
"I have no idea why it's still here, except like you said: we don't need a space this big so there's no reason to turn it back into a normal cell."
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He waves Pagan off, turning back to Lark.
"All right. I'll go back to Misty. Maybe take these curtains down too while we're here."
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"Do me a favor? I'm sharing the details with you as I learn them, but only share them with her if she asks directly. She's...slippery when she doesn't need to be. Manipulative." A wry smile. "Since I'm trying to learn to be more honest and straightforward, it might be good for her to learn, too."
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"Yeah, I know. She wouldn't shut up about me being unhappy. I kept telling her it wasn't her business. Then she wouldn't stop talking about my kid and Sypha's pregnancy, which was really not her business. Next time I should just use this gun to freeze her."
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Trevor finishes the curtains, then comes to investigate the tea set. Fucking tea again.
"She's obsessed with my happiness or lack thereof. Are we taking this too?"
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"She must like you."
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He puts his feet up on the desk.
"Some fucking investigation."
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To Lark, he says;
"She likes everyone."
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Lark has never been sentimental, and isn't even sure how to be sensitive around the idea of it. He bites back the same irritation he sees on Trevor. "You're likeable. Even if you are an asshole."
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