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[Voice]
While I never much understood the point of asking open-ended questions to a larger group without a very specific answer in mind, the lack of both a warden and a daily purpose aboard this vessel compels me to seek recreation in other ways.
What makes you believe you deserve a second chance? And what would you do with it once it's given?
[Private to Spock]
I'm following up on your exchange of faster-than-light travel schematics, Mr. Spock. Are you still interested?
[Private to Crichton and Aeryn]
If I may request a word?
[Spam, Private]
[Operation; Drive Crichton Crazy(-er), Phase One. In Below, Scorpius had not been allowed to purchase and bring weapons aboard with him once he returned to the Barge - a restriction that had caused the hybrid significant ire. However, he had been allowed to bring on a collection of metal odds and ends, which to someone with his training was as good as any weapon.
In his hand he held a small, mobile device no larger than a single grape. Capable of moving about on tiny wheels of its own, it was rudimentary in design and because Scorpius had no special tools on him, could not do very much except omit a very specific, high-pitched frequency tuned precisely to John Crichton's hearing.
Thanks to Catra, Aeryn and Stephanie's communicators had already been "supplemented" with a rudimentary explosive capable of going off if and when Scorpius required it. But he preferred to keep that for a back-pocket incentive: here was the crux of the thing. He was extremely limited as to what he could do to Crichton while on the Barge, but making him crazier by degrees was becoming all too easy.
He waited outside Crichton's room - no sense in trying to break in - and when the coast was clear, placed the tiny device up above the door post. There it would sit until Crichton opened the door: seizing its advantage, the little mechanical bug would burrow into his target's room and begin its work.]
While I never much understood the point of asking open-ended questions to a larger group without a very specific answer in mind, the lack of both a warden and a daily purpose aboard this vessel compels me to seek recreation in other ways.
What makes you believe you deserve a second chance? And what would you do with it once it's given?
[Private to Spock]
I'm following up on your exchange of faster-than-light travel schematics, Mr. Spock. Are you still interested?
[Private to Crichton and Aeryn]
If I may request a word?
[Spam, Private]
[Operation; Drive Crichton Crazy(-er), Phase One. In Below, Scorpius had not been allowed to purchase and bring weapons aboard with him once he returned to the Barge - a restriction that had caused the hybrid significant ire. However, he had been allowed to bring on a collection of metal odds and ends, which to someone with his training was as good as any weapon.
In his hand he held a small, mobile device no larger than a single grape. Capable of moving about on tiny wheels of its own, it was rudimentary in design and because Scorpius had no special tools on him, could not do very much except omit a very specific, high-pitched frequency tuned precisely to John Crichton's hearing.
Thanks to Catra, Aeryn and Stephanie's communicators had already been "supplemented" with a rudimentary explosive capable of going off if and when Scorpius required it. But he preferred to keep that for a back-pocket incentive: here was the crux of the thing. He was extremely limited as to what he could do to Crichton while on the Barge, but making him crazier by degrees was becoming all too easy.
He waited outside Crichton's room - no sense in trying to break in - and when the coast was clear, placed the tiny device up above the door post. There it would sit until Crichton opened the door: seizing its advantage, the little mechanical bug would burrow into his target's room and begin its work.]
