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[never_francesca]

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[inflexecutioner]

And then one day, after months of unconsciousness...he turns up on deck for their morning run as if it had been no time at all since they agreed to it.

[never_francesca]

She was leaning over the railing, clearly not expecting him. She straightens up, hands going to her hips. And a brief smile to her lips.

"Well, bugger. Will you look at that. How are you feeling?"

A few days after their pairing...

[cephalopunk]

Commander Cook. I've a request for an item to be used in case of an emergency.

To put it bluntly, Jamil has been in danger of reaching a particular threshold of what is known as Blot accumulation. This magical waste is not well understood in our world, but what is known is if that threshold is breached, the user enters a state of Overblot. Essentially, they become much more powerful on top of being dangerously out of control, seeking to destroy anyone and everyone around them.

While I and Jamil have both taken measures to try to prevent this from happening, I would prefer a failsafe, should worst come to worst. A device that can seal the magic capabilities of the user should promptly expel the blot and revert the wearer to their normal form.

[never_francesca]

Well, that's looking ahead correctly. I'm a bit surprised your previous wardens let you have access to such dangerous abilities in the first place, in a confined environment.

[Ah, the Barge.]

Very well. I'll request one that works specifically on Jamil.

audio; several days after the break-ins

[citizendetective]

Hi! What's up?

audio

[never_francesca]

[Time to immediately file things under 'deeply suspicious'.]

What can I do for you, Miss Quigley?

Private | Text

[talesuntold]

Hello, Franky.

I understand you're Azul's warden, so I thought you should be informed of a very unpleasant incident between our inmates during this past flood.

Azul seemed to believe that if he berated and insulted Sweeney, digging into as many emotional weak points as possible, Sweeney would want to open up about all of his traumas. Please note that Sweeney was a captive audience for this, in the infirmary as a patient, while Azul is an infirmary employee. I've also mentioned this to the infirmary supervisors.

His intentions may have been good, but his approach was so completely wrong that it became an act of cruelty instead. I came back from my kitchen shift to find my inmate's condition exponentially worse. I wasn't able to talk him through all of the new and worsened injuries quickly enough to repair the damage. He died because Azul caused significant emotional harm during a flood where that translated into actual physical harm.

I suppose this also serves as a courtesy heads up that I'm not sure how Azul's coping in the wake of finding out, but I'm glad that's your job to worry about rather than mine. I'm too protective to see any difficulty he might be having as something besides a predictable consequence of his own actions.

Azul isn't my inmate, but I would suggest a serious conversation about how you can't heal or help people by tearing into them. Perhaps also how trust needs to be earned, rather than demanded.

-Maggie Garcia

Backdated to...??? TBD

[cephalopunk]

[When Azul had gotten the summons from Franky, he'd only spoken two words.

"Yes ma'am."

Well... it figures, doesn't it? The moment Azul had gone and done something morally wrong, in the eyes of others, it was an unsightly blemish on his record, one which tainted and overshadowed the rest of him.

She's military, so his hopes aren't particularly high. He doesn't want to think too hard on the connections they've made.

She'd gotten a new taste of him, the real him. And he's sure most everyone would prefer the chipper facade.

He knocks at the door, expression impassive and eyes distant as he awaits an answer.]

[never_francesca]

[It was one hell of an accusation to have levelled against him, that was true.]

[The thing was, she'd never believed in the facade. There'd been too many hints, and she had never been one to believe in facades in the first case. The door opens at his knock.]

Sit down.

backdated to november 30

[pitofguilt]

I won't be in to work for a few days.

You probably heard by now what happened.

I'm on lockdown in John's cabin, if you want to come over and tell me how stupid I was. You won't be the first.

See you whenever I'm allowed out again.

spam

[never_francesca]

[She doesn't bother with a text reply, frankly. Instead, she just shows up, knocking at the door. She'll enter if Misty allows it, sinking into the nearest chair and crossing her legs, drawing out a cigar from a jacket pocket.]

Do you mind...?

[She doesn't smoke often, but when shit like this crops up...]

[But, pointedly, there's no lecture. Not yet, at any rate.]

[cactusy]

[Shaw had been up and active throughout the majority of the flood, even powering through the early stages of a death toll like it was nothing (though admittedly, it hadn't been nothing, and that approach had eventually led to her crashing for fifteen hours straight). In comparison, being mind-controlled by a vampire at the tail end of it had been far less physically taxing: but these days, psychological trauma hits her like a whip on raw nerve endings, and not in the fun way.

So. She's made an executive decision to bench herself for a while.

She goes out for food, and not much else; luckily, she has her kitchen appliances back, which means she can store several meals' worth of dining hall takeout in her fridge. Accordingly, Franky will catch her carrying multiple cartons, attempting to juggle keeping hold of them and unlocking her cabin door.]

With a line stolen from Pratchett...

[never_francesca]

[At least the situation allows for a restoration of her amour propre, or at least being in her proper armor - and she goes to approach, leaning down to snatch at one of the cartons before it slips out and hits the ground.]

[She straightened up, giving the packet a read.]

Well, someone's stocking up. Nobody likes this stuff enough to steal it, after all.

sets the stage for them hanging out so that dinosaur stuff can happen

[cactusy]

Drinks with me, Zhao, and maybe a few other soldier types?

[never_francesca]

Sounds like a decent plan.

Strange Appetites breach

[cactusy]

[The Guardian who had done the deed has been instructed to deliver this to Franky's house, though who knows if that means it'll be slipped under her door or handed over in person. Either way, the letter is on a single piece of paper folded several times, with Franky written on its outermost fold.]

I'm writing this before I know who's delivering it or how it's going to be delivered, and mostly I'm just hoping it doesn't end up thrown in the gutter. If I pick right and it reaches your hands, I'm hoping they'll give you a little warning ahead of time too, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

By the time you read this, I'll be dead. I was bitten while hunting this morning, so I turned myself in to your people. Don't worry about who's telling the boys, I'm getting letters to them too.

I know you know that I have people in other places. I never asked because I figured it wasn't my business (and also, who wants to hear about their lover's other lovers?), but I always assumed you have other people here in Seattle. But now that this is the end, I figure I should tell you that you've been really great. And of all my calls in all my ports, you're kind of my favorite. I guess that's the kind of thing that I should have said in person, but I didn't want to risk making it weird. Sometimes stuff is better of unsaid until one of the people involved is already dead.

Take care of yourself, Franky. Thanks for all the good times. And keep kicking zombie ass.

Sameen

Re: Strange Appetites breach

[madaboutit]

Harkin is prompt in his delivery, taking it by after the end of his shift. He doesn't want the letter to get lost or stuck in a pile, only to be forgotten.

Standing at the door, he takes a slow breath before rapping three times.

Notifications are never easy.

text

[cactusy]

if you ever get over the whole breach thing and want to hook up, give me a call

[never_francesca]

[She stares at the text for a long few minutes. Puts it away, comes back to it an hour later. Stares at it some more. She's spent the time since their last chat just...figuring out what was her and what was that...other Franky.]

[And when, after this time, she was still waking up from very vivid dreams of Sameen Shaw - new ones, too...]

You should come over.

Now.

text

[cactusy]

your place tonight, 10pm?

[never_francesca]

[Well, well. An unexpected text, given the last time. But given the sudden, warm thoughts...]

I'll be here.

late April, voice

[perfectly_average]

Hello, Commander. I believe you're the best person to speak with on a certain matter, given I'm too emotionally invested in it.

It involves Azul and my current inmate doing something particularly stupid.

[Voice]

[never_francesca]

[The sigh is audible.]

I'm available now. Let me know if you need anything, like a stiff drink. Or a punching bag to get frustration out on.

text

[cactusy]

I died being Indiana Jones, by the way.

[She sends this and then immediately realizes Franky very likely has never seen the movie, so she follows it up with:]

Badass movie character who adventures around ancient archeological sites.

[never_francesca]

So how many does this make since you've arrived? Three?

audio; during the monster attack

[cactusy]

Check in.

;audio

[never_francesca]

[At first, there's just a series of three clicks, but then some very organic noises before a huffing voice.]

Check. One of the bastards was sneaking up on me. It'll learn next time.

forward-dated by a couple days

[cactusy]

Hey.

[Smooth, Shaw.]

[never_francesca]

[There's almost a sigh, with an amused smile. It's her way, isn't it? As blunt as a cricket bat, sometimes.]

Hey back.

Audio

[endofvanity]

[Fitzjames went to ground after his terrible conversation with Crozier, but a couple of days later he realises he'd better at least pretend to be a functioning inmate of the Barge, and so he does contact Franky after all.]

Commander Cook? Captain James Fitzjames, at your service. I understand you're my temporary warden.

[never_francesca]

Looks that way, Mr. Fitzjames. How can I help?

audio; soon after Root arrives

[cactusy]

Hey, can we talk.

audio

[never_francesca]

[Phrasing that is never, ever good, and immediately puts her on alert.]

Sure. Over here, or...?