Angua von Uberwald (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scentbombed) wrote2012-01-14 07:40 pm
scentbombed) wrote2012-01-14 07:40 pm
Entry 6: Video / Spam
[Backdated to before Pandora -- Warden filter]
Does anyone have a list of available jobs on board? I'd like to get my inmate something to do. Preferably something that can put his particular talents to use...
...[Sigh.] Which is to say, a great capacity for violence, cunning, and generalized nastiness. I don't suppose we have anything like that, do we?
[Also backdated -- Private to the infirmary]
Yes, er, hello. I'm looking for a medication for my inmate. He said the last person he spoke to didn't have it, but, well... wizards. [She says this like it's supposed to mean something -- which, to her, it does! Quite a lot, and most of it bad.]
Anyway, it's called... ben...zedrine. I think. Do you know anything about it? He said it's for headaches.
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[And now, a spam for T'Pol!]
[It hasn't been hard to track T'Pol, once Angua worked out her cabin number and picked up the scent. One human, one... well, she doesn't quite know what a Vulcan is, but she can tell it's not human, that's for damn sure. And that scent being the only one like it on the ship, it's a pretty simple matter to follow it through all the overlapping trails, the nonstop criss-cross of people going back and forth in an enclosed-ish space, all the way to where the infected alien's gone off to.
She doesn't approach right away: she sticks near the wall, in the shadows, watching her quarry. Trying to decide, mostly, how much of A Problem this woman is going to be.]
Does anyone have a list of available jobs on board? I'd like to get my inmate something to do. Preferably something that can put his particular talents to use...
...[Sigh.] Which is to say, a great capacity for violence, cunning, and generalized nastiness. I don't suppose we have anything like that, do we?
[Also backdated -- Private to the infirmary]
Yes, er, hello. I'm looking for a medication for my inmate. He said the last person he spoke to didn't have it, but, well... wizards. [She says this like it's supposed to mean something -- which, to her, it does! Quite a lot, and most of it bad.]
Anyway, it's called... ben...zedrine. I think. Do you know anything about it? He said it's for headaches.
---
[And now, a spam for T'Pol!]
[It hasn't been hard to track T'Pol, once Angua worked out her cabin number and picked up the scent. One human, one... well, she doesn't quite know what a Vulcan is, but she can tell it's not human, that's for damn sure. And that scent being the only one like it on the ship, it's a pretty simple matter to follow it through all the overlapping trails, the nonstop criss-cross of people going back and forth in an enclosed-ish space, all the way to where the infected alien's gone off to.
She doesn't approach right away: she sticks near the wall, in the shadows, watching her quarry. Trying to decide, mostly, how much of A Problem this woman is going to be.]
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By far I mean...well, there was a bit of trouble at station 5 with some of their lads making the Orientals bribe them, and one of them raped a young girl. They were quite put out when Detective Murdoch investigated them over it, but he was in the right. And then there was the matter of the Chief Constable altering evidence to ensure certain outcomes in cases: innocent men were hanged over it, and he himself was hanged when he was found out. And just recently Detective Murdoch was the prime suspect in a murder, and we held and investigated him, but of course no one believed he had done it.
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...Anyway, I'm just talking about, oh, things disappearing here and there, perhaps a suspect who ran just a little too quickly into a troll's arm... Little things.
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That second bit is just policing...
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