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Aug. 23rd, 2012 01:04 am
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[Inmate Filter | Audio]

As I doubt I'm going to be allowed access to the laboratory any time soon, would someone be so kind as to pass me a light bulb? [One item at a time. He's patient.] They check the common rooms now and I don't like begging for scraps for good behavior. [Because inevitably it doesn't matter, no matter how good you think you behave, people turn on you.]

[Private to Morgana | Audio]

How much have you learned about dancing since you came here?

[Open Spam]

[Lore is searching the hallways of the ship like a rat building a nest. He seems casual as he's walking around, but he's looking for anything- a dropped hairpin. A pencil. A piece of jewelry. A can of cleaner left out. Anything at this point. He's going to keep the irritation from showing on his face, he's just looking curious. Like a robot out discovering the world, or searching for friendly company.]

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-23 09:29 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: ( smirk ) (and to take your soul)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[She almost says no, as if continuing to sit in the dark in her room is preferable to any interaction she might have outside it. If it was anyone but Lore asking, she probably would have said she'd prefer to be left alone. She isn't very good at moving on, or letting things go. But.]

I might be. I haven't danced in ages. [Not that the dances she knows are anything like a tango, but you gotta start somewhere, right.]

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-23 09:57 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (Is that another port cause hell no)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[She might actually laugh! And not in a mean-spirited way!!] Does it usually only involve two people?

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-23 10:06 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: ( smile ) (golden light in my eyes)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[They will have to learn how to split their creative endeavors, clearly. Today for tango, tomorrow for murder.]

It sounds difficult. [Challenge: accepted.]

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-24 05:48 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: ( smirk ) (and to take your soul)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[Oh it's just the best time, sitting down for dinner and plotting doom.]

Then yes, I'd like to learn. [She likes looking impressive okay.]

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-27 08:10 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (the royal heir)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
Any time after breakfast. [There's some disdain in her voice; she is not going to get used to serving other people goddamn it.]

[Private]

Date: 2012-08-29 05:22 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (Shut up I'm talking now)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[You're a good bro, Lore.]

Just before noon?

[Private] spam?

Date: 2012-08-30 03:16 am (UTC)
youwillgotohell: ( smile ) (nor son)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[Get ready to repair it then buddy :c]

I'll see you then.

[Spam]

Date: 2012-08-30 04:34 am (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (I'm sorry you want me to work where)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[Scientisty clothes to her are pretty much just the robe thing that physicians seem to love, so she arches an eyebrow, just a little, at his outfit, but doesn't comment. Maybe it's normal for his time, she has no idea. But she does step out into the hall when he comes, closing the door behind her.]

I've only been in there once. [So basically she'll have to take his word for it.] Jukebox?

[Spam]

Date: 2012-08-30 06:03 am (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (Shut up I'm talking now)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[She would have taken his arm no problem; the hand on her shoulder makes her flick her eyes toward him, but she doesn't shrug it off. Her attention shifts down toward her skirts at his comment, and she arches one eyebrow at him. She has...one dress, really. She ought to fix that.]

I'm glad my wardrobe suits. [It's a bit dry, but it passes.] And this-- [She plucks at his scientist-y shirt.] Is this typical fare for a tango?

[Spam]

Date: 2012-08-30 06:51 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: ( smile ) (golden light in my eyes)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[Well she can't fault him for that.] Neither do I. [But mostly because it feels like she must degrade herself to do it.]

A scientist and a dancer. That is impressive.

[Spam]

Date: 2012-09-03 06:45 am (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (I'm on a horse. Your argument is invalid)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
Particularly the latter. [She knows it's a joke, but it's a little harder to make herself smile at that. The port was hard on her, and the idea of domination is leaving a sour taste in her mouth that she is eager to push away.]

What sort of science? I must seem very...behind, to half the people here.

[Spam]

Date: 2012-09-07 04:04 pm (UTC)
youwillgotohell: (till I save your heart)
From: [personal profile] youwillgotohell
[She has been given almost no reason to hope for the future. It feels like in ten thousand years, people will still be belittled, feared, reviled, just for being what they are. It makes her shoulders stiffen a little, that old anger at injustice trickling through.]

You must have known some awful people, then. Why should they treat you poorly?

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