Log 0012

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Infirmary Spam, pre-flood]

[Some time after Gard's unconscious, coma'd body is discovered and moved, Scorpius plants himself on the edge of the man's bed, casually running through his datapad to pass the time. There's no obvious reason to outsiders why he feels the need to watch over his warden in typical creeper fashion, but he does, and presumably will make difficult the lives of anyone attempting to get near to either without a solid reason]


[Public, post-flood]

In some ways, I feel as though a comatose warden is simply not holding up their end of the bargain. The game feels less interesting when one of the players is absent.

I wonder if Hiziki Gard thought to leave anyone in charge of my supervision in the event of his...disposal.


[Private to Horatio]

I believe I have something of yours, Horatio. If you wish to collect it, come to my cabin.

[Private to Crichton]

John. Yet another flood is happening. Be on your guard - I have yet to discover the logic of this one.

Comments

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Thinking.

Hello, Catra.

[Private]

[force_captain]

Hello, Scorpius.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

What have you been up to, in my absence? How is your continued relationship with your warden?

[Private]

[force_captain]

John's fine. A bit ridiculous, but fine.

[Except he might be squirming in discomfort as they speak. Just a tad. She's only playing after all.]

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

As he tends to be.

And you? Does he afford you respect?

[Private]

[force_captain]

In what context?

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Do you feel well-treated?

[Private]

[force_captain]

He's not whipping me. He's also not kneeling at me feet. There's quite a give between the two extremes.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Agreed.

If you could change one thing about the way John has decided to warden you, what would it be?

[Private]

[force_captain]

I would have him be more...accepting of my charms. It would make things far smoother for the both of us.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Unfortunately, John is not nearly as appreciative as I am. He has his eyes set on other pursuits.

[Private]

[force_captain]

So he keeps telling me.

[Hmm, that annoyance deserves another scratch. Enjoy that John.]

It's still fun to tease him. He rattles so easily.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

On certain subjects.

Are you attracted to him, Catra?

[Private]

[force_captain]

[The question gets her full attention, and she leans in a little closer to the screen.]

I'll answer that question only if you ask me another one of my choosing.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

A fair proposal.

[Private]

[force_captain]

Is that an agreement, or an observation?

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

An agreement. I accept.

[Private]

[force_captain]

Yes, I'm attracted to him.

Now ask me the same question about you.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Are you attracted to me?

[Private]

[force_captain]

Yes, I am.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[A grim smile back. Even if he was never easily taken in by flattery, he can't deny Catra's primed talent]

Fortunate that I am not the jealous type.

[Private]

[force_captain]

Oh I think you are, just not in the traditional way.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

In that I prefer possession of the mind over possession of the body?

[Private]

[force_captain]

And there you are, already a step ahead of me.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Bodies wither and decay over time. Some were never attractive to begin with.

But a mind stays sharp, and only grows more intricate with time and experience. And it is the only possession you may always bring with you.

But that does not mean it can't be ripped away, given the proper tools.