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Entry 6: Video / Spam
Jan. 14th, 2012 07:40 pm[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.]
