Entry 11: Video

[scentbombed]

[Warden Filter]

It's come to my attention recently that some wardens have been showing a certain bias against certain residents of this Barge, and that this bias is largely racial in nature. Lads, I'm only going to say this once: vampires may be vampires, but they're our vampires, and they're here to be helped, not harassed for what they are. They're particularly not responsible for the crimes of other vampires.

Please keep this in mind. Mr. Dracula is extremely upset about it, and I happen to know he's not the only one.

[She pauses briefly, struggling with something, but then adds:]

Incidentally, to clear up some confusion on the matter: Yes, I'm a werewolf. As far as I know, I'm the only one -- and I would know if I weren't. I'm a strict vegetarian, I've never killed anything bigger than a chicken -- and I've been steering clear of yours, Arkady -- and no, our bites won't and never have turned anyone into a vicious, drooling animal. From what I understand, those who would be have managed it just fine on their own.

[Private to Satsuki]

Apparently, we were paired up during the last flood. I'm reading your file now. Believe me, I will have some questions, so please come by my cabin in... let's give it an hour.

Comments

private;

[scentbombed]

1-3.

Er... you couldn't bring a computer with you, could you?

private;

[technophilic]

I cannot. I have no computer to bring.

[ She isn't allowed nice things that she could destroy people with. ]

private;

[scentbombed]

Damn. That would have made it easier. Do you know if there are any on board? [Although she's guessing not, or she would have already got into them.]

private;

[technophilic]

If there are, they are either incompatible or out of my reach.

private;

[scentbombed]

Right. All right. Well, we'll just have to muddle through, then. I'll see you in an hour.

private; -> action;

[technophilic]

Yes.

[ That is all she says by way of farewell. An hour later on the dot she stands in front of Angua's door. She checks her mouse-watch just to be sure, then knocks. ]

action;

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[Angua has honestly been reading the file this entire time, in between arguing, and trying to puzzle out about half the language involved. She's still not entirely sure she understands what a computer actually is, but by the time she lets Satsuki in, she thinks she has the gist of it.

The room is small and very brown, and largely devoid of personal things except for a photo of a red-haired man on the nightstand and a doggie bed in the corner. There's a small table, with a dictionary laid out on it; Angua gestures for Satsuki to sit down. The file is in hand.]

All right-- first, just to make it clear, I am choosing to forget about what happened in that port. And even mostly about our conversation afterwards. All right? Consider this a clean slate.

Now then... [She sits down across from her, looking at the file.] Where do you think we should begin?

action;

[technophilic]

It makes no difference to me.

[ She takes a seat, very prim and proper. ]

I don't know what questions you have.

action;

[scentbombed]

[Very helpful, Satsuki.] Do you know why you're here?

action;

[technophilic]

Because the entity in charge has decided that killing humans in wrong. [ Basically no, no she doesn't really. :| ]

action;

[scentbombed]

But you don't feel that it is.

action;

[technophilic]

I do not feel that killing humans is any different from killing the Earth or other living entities, as humans spend their entire lives doing without remorse. Why should I feel remorse, if they do not?

action;

[scentbombed]

[Angua stifles a sigh. This may be a long haul, after all...] All right. Well, it's not as though I'm a fan of eating meat, either...

[No, do not follow the crazy logic.] Right. We're going to put a few rules down, starting with: you're definitely getting a job.

action;

[technophilic]

[ She blinks. ]

Why?

action;

[scentbombed]

I already told you, don't you remember? You need an activity. Do you have any preferences?

action;

[technophilic]

It doesn't matter to me. I don't see how it would be beneficial.

action;

[scentbombed]

Yes, well, you may not, but I do, and that's what matters at the moment.

[She raises a brow.] Are you sure it doesn't matter? You wouldn't mind the greenhouse? Or the spa? [So much touching nature and people!]

action;

[technophilic]

[ Without computers she'll be equally miserable everywhere. She shakes her head. ]

I have no previous experience in any of the jobs available for inmates. It makes no difference where I am assigned.

action;

[scentbombed]

I'm not asking about experience, Satsuki. I'm asking about preference. You don't actually have to hate it here, you know. [Well, probably. But she can hate it a little less!]

action;

[technophilic]

There is nothing here to entertain me.

[ Yes she does, she says so. :C ]

action;

[scentbombed]

Fine. Then you won't be entertained, but you're still going to work. I'll ask around for you.

[Well, this seems to be going well. Sigh. Angua sits back, rubbing her temple, eyeing the young woman across from her.] Is there anything you want to ask me?

action;

[technophilic]

No.

[ She doesn't care. :| As far as she's concerned being dead is the end of things. Who cares about redemption? ]

action;

[scentbombed]

[At least Carter had a sense of humor. This is a bit like talking to paint. Angua bites her lip and rests her head on one hand, thinking for a moment.]

Do you think you could tell me about the computers?

action;

[technophilic]

What would you like to know?

action;

[scentbombed]

What... [It won't do any good to ask what they are, she realizes even as she starts to ask the question. She's trying to learn, but they're so foreign to her that she already knows it's going to take an eternity, at least until she can get her hands on one, herself.

Maybe it would work better not to know. If she just tries to view them as any other object of value, something else people still or kill for. Jewelry, gold, weapons... people.]

What do you like about them?