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[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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[ukan]

You don't.

[Calm, simple. The same way he'd inform someone that they need to check their math again.]

[bleak_midwinter]

[He lets out a soft breath, finally turns to face him.]

So what then, Lark, has brought you on this fantastic voyage?

[ukan]

The opportunity of a lifetime.

[Which is not a deal, but every bit as detailed as the answer Tommy gave, of course.]

No inmate yet?

[bleak_midwinter]

Give a man some time to settle in.

[ukan]

[He snorts faintly] If you settle in here, you'll never leave. Or haven't you had a good look at your senior coworkers yet? There are people still here from the last time I came aboard.

[bleak_midwinter]

[A small raise of the eybrows, then-- that, he hadn't expected.]

You were here before?

[ukan]

Mm. For about a year. [How long ago, he has no idea; the two timelines in his head refuse to mesh.] Why?

[bleak_midwinter]

Still learning the lay of the land. [Well- it is a little confusing, all of this. Who gets chosen, why do people leave before they graduate...]

[ukan]

It's exactly the same as I left it. The way people are, the sort of people we have. [Even Tommy, though he's not the typical Warden by a long shot.

Lark shifts, leaning on his side rather then fully facing the railing]

But even with all that, I don't think it's possible to really get to know this place. The Admiral either crash lands us or someone cracks from the pressure and attacks him- which never goes well.

[bleak_midwinter]

[Tommy turns to face him, arms crossed over his chest.]

So quick thinking, then.

[ukan]

[Lark is a long-range planner, personally, so that's his strategy for survival around here.] Among other things, yeah. But is there anywhere that quick thinking isn't a virtue? You have to assume everyone on board is used to doing just that, or they wouldn't be fit to be here.

[bleak_midwinter]

You've made quite the study of the people here.

[So has he-- it's not a reproach. Just one more bit of study.]

[ukan]

You know what they say. Fool me once, shame on you. Stab me in the back, shame on me.

[He suspects Tommy knows all about that sort of watchfulness]

You're obviously not wandering around here with the rose-coloured glasses some of your coworkers have. What have you noticed?

[bleak_midwinter]

Is that what they say? [He has to push down on the urge to light another cigarette, because it could be construed as nervous instead of just a craving-- and he doesn't want a man like Lark to have that on him.]

I've noticed that there's just as much violence in this prison as there is home.

[ukan]

It comes in waves. The violence is less constant here than where I'm from, but it tends to be more personal. The cost of living in a communal fishbowl.

[He breathes in night (or just space?) air, and gets a whiff of opium again.] I can never decide if poppies remind me of the Netherlands or of decay, more. We used to have men who dealt in that, you know. As well as some things stronger, some things milder. Or does the Admiral supply it nowadays?

[bleak_midwinter]

[He doesn't blanch, exactly, but he raises his eyes and meets Lark's, slowly but surely. His heart is beating in his chest as if he's a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Back home- yes, John knew, and Danny knew because Danny thought he was a shell and used the stuff himself.

It's a weakness, and more than the cigarettes he hadn't needed Lark to know about th is.]

I believe what the Admiral and I get up to is none of your business, Lark.

[ukan]

No one lives to be like you are if they believe other people's business is off limits.

[He gives him a sly look and leans a little closer, listening to the thump of Tommy's heart.]

I have a special interest in knowing where and how the Wardens are most likely to fuck up.

[bleak_midwinter]

[He doesn't look away, keeps eye contact and tilts his chin up- defiance, strength, whichever will get the message across. He's faced worse than this man. But his heart is taking its time slowing down.]

And now you think you've come to an understanding about me.

[ukan]

No.

[He's a lawyer but not usually a liar. Not when the truth gets him more.]

But here's what I do understand about you, Tommy. You don't have a file for us all to read, which seems to make you think that your life is your own to guard as you like. I understand that you've bought into the idea that the Admiral gives what he promises, which means a part of you must be close to desperate.

I understand that tobacco doesn't cover opium as well as you thought. And I understand that right now... [a pause; he looks at Tommy's neck, where that pulse is hammering] your heart is beating almost twice as fast as it should even if you are addicted to nicotine.

[bleak_midwinter]

[He raises his eyebrows, rolls his shoulders back and tilts his head. The first two are patently true, and he sees no reason why any warden would feel differently. The last two are intimate, and it makes his skin crawl that someone would know these things, that someone can tell it just by looking at him, by smelling him.

It's satisfying, very slightly, to know that he'd been right about this man from the start.]

You seem very eager to tell me what you know and what you can do. Now why is that?

[ukan]

[Lark isn't a condescending man. Even now, it's not condescension in his expression; but he is some kind of amused.]

You know why.

[Maybe Tommy doesn't, but the reasons aren't tricky. He's not afraid of Tommy, and he's aware that--because Lark has been here before and has people on board who know him--Tommy could find out what Lark is capable of if he's really curious.]

[bleak_midwinter]

Yes, but I'd hoped for something better than that. [Something smarter. Tommy is quick on his feet, but he is always, like Lark himself, playing the long game. Intimidation this soon, well, it's wasted potential.]

[ukan]

Did you?

[He gives him a mild, coaxing look. There is something more: the wolf in him makes most humans instinctively bristle, and Lark is constantly working out the best ways to exploit that. Or the best ways to find someone to hunt, someone challenging.

But that's not exactly something he'll offer, especially to Tommy, even if a Warden has plenty of ways of finding out the truth about him.]

You aren't used to disappointment yet, are you?

[bleak_midwinter]

[He's been bristling since the first moment Lark started talking to him on the network, his instincts on edge. He doesn't mind a challenge; if he did, he wouldn't have come here at all.]

Well, what I want I make sure I get.

[It's facetious, and clearly so despite the flatness of his tone. He's had plenty of disappointments, just not the kind that Lark is talking of.]

[ukan]

[Lark chuckles and turns back to the view beneath them]

I have one question, inmate to warden.