0027 - [Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Finally - after having his room stripped of supplies twice, after the Mirror Barge nonsense and allies lost and warden annoyances - Scorpius is holding in his hands the sum of the hours he's spent cooped up in his cabin.

He stands up from his work desk, holding what looks to be a ridiculously sharp and extravagant blade to be fitted over an arm. It has other uses - to pick up delicate things, to turn doorknobs and so on - but the chief inspiration seems to come from excessive weaponry.

Scorpius fits it over his own arm, and with a heave, turns his arm to cut into the wall next to him. The blade embeds itself into the wall some three inches deep before stopping. Satisfied, he pulls it free and sets it back on the table]

I believe your replacement is ready, Horatio.

Comments

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Perhaps if we were recreating, I'd feel more inclined to be generous.

[ichoosefight]

Forget I said anything.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Too far, Stephanie?

[ichoosefight]

Pitched that one straight into the stratosphere.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

My most sincere apologies.