Log 0007

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[In Zero, Scorpius does what he does best: he plans. Giving him space and time to think through what he wants and how to get it is one of the unintended gifts of his cell space, and he appreciates every moment of it.

After several days, he addresses the Barge]

A question to my fellow shipmates;

When an inmate commits a grievous crime, who is to blame for it? Obviously the inmate must share some, but what percentage is attributed to them and what percentage is attributed to their warden, who may be unfit to command them? A warden may fail just as easily by not admitting to something that could be most assuredly out of their control.

And what of inmates who aren't paired and no one has taken the time to explain to them the rules?

My apologies to Alex Summers. While it was certainly my intent to hurt him, he had done nothing to harm me and was simply in the correct place at the correct time.



[Private to Crichton]

Of course, John, we all know that you are the one fully to blame.

More like Alex will follow. You cannot hope to save them all.

In a few days' time they will be forced to release me. What has changed between the time of my entering this cell and the time of my leaving it? As a deterrent towards behavior, Zero leaves much to be desired.

I am willing to entertain ideas of a deal between us.

Comments

[megamind]

As another interested party-- purely scientific as I refuse to engage the most woefully bland attempts at the Blame Game since I left the Prison for the Criminally Gifted--as the longest standing engineer on the ship, I can sure you that the barge is:

Alive, unmappable, and she can get very, very testy when you muck about her guts the wrong way. And yes, the Admiral is as much a part of her as anything could be.

Just an FYI, for those who need to know.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Then very much like a Leviathan.

Interesting. I'd be curious to know if this Barge shares any ancestry with that class of starship.

[megamind]

I can't say, really. I don't know anything about your world's ships.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I would be happy to provide you with schematics, but I'm afraid that, taken from memory, they would not be exceptionally detailed.

The Leviathan is a living ship, practically its own sentient species. It has a heart and can self-maintain and do as it likes without the guidance of a crew.

[megamind]

I'd appreciate anything you can provide.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Where ought I to deliver these plans?

[megamind]

Level 8, Cabin 6.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Expect me there within two arns.

[megamind]

Iiiii have no idea what measurement of time that represents. But I look forward to finding out!

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Hours, actually; in two hours, Scorpius arrives at the designated door with a datapad in hand. He knocks once, and spares a glance to the door next door to Megamind's when his knock sets off a tiny, yapping puppy.

Because what the hell.]

[megamind]

[ Don't forgot the alert bark of an adult doberman, which is not small or yappy. Megamind answers, beaming brightly. A new science frand! Sure, he's an asshole but science!! ]

Ollo. I'm Megamind. We've met.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Too many dogs, wth. Scorpius was never much of a pet person, really, and dogs kind of weird him out. He's seen a few in Crichton's memories and never much seemed to care for them]

We have. I am Scorpius.

[He hands the datapad out]

Here is everything I can recall from memory concerning the operation and maintenance of Leviathans.

[megamind]

[ Angus watches from his position at Megamind's hip; his ears are cocked, whole stance alert. He doesn't like Scorpius one bit, and can tell Megamind's staying rather neutral to him, not all overly friendly as the gregarious alien can be. ]

This will be interesting reading.

By the by-- I'd appreciate it if you'd not be so foolish as to hurt Alex again. He's my friend.

[ And that'd be the reason he's not being very warm. ]

also derp I'm making this a bit forward dated after he gets out of zero duh

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[He doesn't spare another glance to Angus, figuring the animal to be well-trained, if owned by a warden and allowed to walk about. At the mention of Alex, a slight, grim smile appears]

Of course.

[megamind]

Thanks.

I'll review this and get back to you any speculation I might have. [ Not about the barge, but about the ships here. He's not going to share anything about the workings of the barge with Scorpius; this guy is trouble. Megamind knows it. ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Please do.

[his arm falls back against his side, looking over alien and dog]

I should be interested to learn of your findings, Megamind.

[megamind]

I look forward to running simulations! [ Because he totally, honestly does. ] It'll be a nice distraction while I have no inmate.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Of course.

[He turns to go, pauses, and turns back]

As a non-human, can you explain to me the abject fascination this Barge has with humanity? I hear species like you and I described as "humanoid" and every measure of time conforms to the one found on the human homeworld of Earth.

Is this a coincidence?

[megamind]

As a guy raised among humans-- I'm pretty sure that the Admiral's just a fan of them. They're... [ he waves his empty hand, trying to think of how to explain this ] I don't know. It's hard to explain, especially since they're my adopted culture.

I'm beginning to think they're the urspecies of the multiuniverse.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Do you really think so?

[And doesn't that have interesting implications. Scorpius pauses to muse on the idea]

There is something unique about their species. Something..difficult to trace.

[megamind]

If you say so. I think it might be their incredible self-centeredness, if anything.

But, eh. [ he shrugged ] They're not so bad once you get used to them.

[routemistress]

Oy, 'ow come Blue's getting them and not me?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

My apologies, Iris. I'll be sure to supply you with a copy.

[routemistress]

Thank you, sweetheart.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

My pleasure.