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[ It starts with a voicemail message that doesn't get a reply.
"This is Lieutenant Ortega speaking. I'm your new warden, and I'm looking forward to working with you. Let me know when you want to meet."
And then another, some hours later.
"Trevor, Lieutenant Ortega. We need to go over some things. Respond as soon as you have a chance."
And another.
"Pick up your fucking device, Trevor. You know why."
And then she goes to find him. It takes about a day and a half for her to give up on the device - inmates here are treated like they're going to a day spa, even in this time of restriction, and she can't entirely blame him if he's in the middle of something. But after 30 hours of absolute silence, she decides there's no excuse.
So she uses her ONI to find him, one eye glowing an eerie blue-silver as she makes her way through the ship. She's a small woman, hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in trousers, a blue shirt, and a blazer. The unnatural light in her iris disappeares when she finds him. ]
Trevor Belmont?
[ She doesn't sound happy. ]
"This is Lieutenant Ortega speaking. I'm your new warden, and I'm looking forward to working with you. Let me know when you want to meet."
And then another, some hours later.
"Trevor, Lieutenant Ortega. We need to go over some things. Respond as soon as you have a chance."
And another.
"Pick up your fucking device, Trevor. You know why."
And then she goes to find him. It takes about a day and a half for her to give up on the device - inmates here are treated like they're going to a day spa, even in this time of restriction, and she can't entirely blame him if he's in the middle of something. But after 30 hours of absolute silence, she decides there's no excuse.
So she uses her ONI to find him, one eye glowing an eerie blue-silver as she makes her way through the ship. She's a small woman, hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in trousers, a blue shirt, and a blazer. The unnatural light in her iris disappeares when she finds him. ]
Trevor Belmont?
[ She doesn't sound happy. ]
[Christ. Here we go again, he thinks. More night creatures or warlocks or vampires here to come and threaten him into submission, like he didn't already know that he's outnumbered a hundred to one on this stupid hellship.
Trevor is midway through a morning meal in the cafeteria, which even with rationing going on is still far more pleasant than it has any right to be. Kristin rocks up to him and he puts on an air of polite bullshit, and gives her a slow side-eye.
From the future, obviously. Maybe a commander or someone used to being in control, from the voice and the stature. Probably human, but who knows with this ship?]
You got me. Who're you?
Trevor is midway through a morning meal in the cafeteria, which even with rationing going on is still far more pleasant than it has any right to be. Kristin rocks up to him and he puts on an air of polite bullshit, and gives her a slow side-eye.
From the future, obviously. Maybe a commander or someone used to being in control, from the voice and the stature. Probably human, but who knows with this ship?]
You got me. Who're you?
After a talk with Lark, Zack heads off to find Trevor. He hasn't even met the man yet, and he's already a pain in the ass.
It takes a bit, but eventually he does track Trevor down.
"Trevor Belmont?"
It takes a bit, but eventually he does track Trevor down.
"Trevor Belmont?"
Trevor is...asleep.
He naps most days because that's what he did when he had no purpose in life, and it's fun to take trips down nostalgic pathways. He's in the library in a reading corner, one leg flung over the other on an armchair, curled up into his cloak.
"Mmph." Comes the acknowledging grunt. He cracks open an eye, staring wearily at the stranger.
Who he now realizes is familiar in an odd sort of way.
"I know you. Don't I?"
He naps most days because that's what he did when he had no purpose in life, and it's fun to take trips down nostalgic pathways. He's in the library in a reading corner, one leg flung over the other on an armchair, curled up into his cloak.
"Mmph." Comes the acknowledging grunt. He cracks open an eye, staring wearily at the stranger.
Who he now realizes is familiar in an odd sort of way.
"I know you. Don't I?"
[of all the things Trevor expected Zero to be, it probably wasn't this.
Yes he's in a cell but it's a cell with furniture. With an inside toilet instead of a bucket. And Zack, it appeared, had healed not only the wounds dealt to him by his hand but also older afflictions.
He's sitting cross-legged on the top bunk, undoing his bandages around his arms. The fracture feels like new again. It's weak from lack of use but nothing a few weeks of practice can't get right again.
He sniffs the air. Looks to Lark]
Lark.
Yes he's in a cell but it's a cell with furniture. With an inside toilet instead of a bucket. And Zack, it appeared, had healed not only the wounds dealt to him by his hand but also older afflictions.
He's sitting cross-legged on the top bunk, undoing his bandages around his arms. The fracture feels like new again. It's weak from lack of use but nothing a few weeks of practice can't get right again.
He sniffs the air. Looks to Lark]
Lark.
A few hours after breaking up Trevor and Envy's confrontation, Xie Lian follows up as promised. He wouldn't think to use Trevor's inbox, instead working his way through the ship, looking for him.
Trevor is easy enough to find. He's up on deck, on the highest point he can get to, which happens to be the roof of where the Enclosure would be. He's letting Sonia fly in a circle above his head; when she notices Xie Lian, she calls to him and Trevor turns to eye him.
He waits until he can hear him moving around the ship, then brings Trevor a tray of meat and fruit, and a small bottle of liquor from the stash he was given for Christmas.
"Have a minute? I've brought you a bribe for hearing me out."
"Have a minute? I've brought you a bribe for hearing me out."
Edited 2022-01-06 22:35 (UTC)
Trevor can be a slice of bitter pie but oddly enough he doesn't really hold grudges: he's too tired to remember what he's supposed to be pissed off about. Lark and him had a falling out but he expected he'd rub him the wrong way after too long. Really, it's just that the other shoe is starting to fall and he's relieved people have stopped trying to tell him how amazing Purgatory is.
He comes out of the inmate bathroom and looks at the tray and at Lark, a little uncomfortable about accepting generosity. But food is food, and he takes the tray.
"You don't need to bribe me. But, since you came all this way...."
He gestures with the tray towards the nearest common room.
He comes out of the inmate bathroom and looks at the tray and at Lark, a little uncomfortable about accepting generosity. But food is food, and he takes the tray.
"You don't need to bribe me. But, since you came all this way...."
He gestures with the tray towards the nearest common room.
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[After Lark hangs up on him, he can't leave it at that. Without expecting much, Adrian does try the most immediate means to contact Trevor.]
Fuck did you do?
[And when that doesn't work, a slightly confused puppy and an Alucard with bed-head (coffin-head?) will go looking.]
[After Lark hangs up on him, he can't leave it at that. Without expecting much, Adrian does try the most immediate means to contact Trevor.]
Fuck did you do?
[And when that doesn't work, a slightly confused puppy and an Alucard with bed-head (coffin-head?) will go looking.]
[Trevor is, strangely, in room 101 by himself. He’s lying on the couch in a room he doesn’t know, smelling of his usual Belmont smell and also a slight hint of smoke.
Good thing both Adrian and the puppy are good at finding him]
Good thing both Adrian and the puppy are good at finding him]
[Then, as if by some miracle, Trevor answers a few hours later]
Technically I think all inmates are dead, aren’t we?
Technically I think all inmates are dead, aren’t we?
Why did you chase Daniel out of the dining hall?
Because I wanted to punch him in the face.
Hello, Trevor.
When you have a moment, I have a favor to ask.
When you have a moment, I have a favor to ask.
[Trevor, finally, after months of living on this ship, has gotten into the habit of actually checking his messages at a reasonable duration of time]
Mmn?
Ask away.
Mmn?
Ask away.
Hey! Thanks for the fight club invite! It was fun.
[She did not participate in any actual fighting, choosing instead to first sit on the sidelines and watch, and then sit on the sidelines and make out with Sweeney. But both of those things had indeed been enjoyable!]
I'm wondering if I can pick your brain about weaponry.
[She did not participate in any actual fighting, choosing instead to first sit on the sidelines and watch, and then sit on the sidelines and make out with Sweeney. But both of those things had indeed been enjoyable!]
I'm wondering if I can pick your brain about weaponry.
Oh - yeah, you're welcome. Sure.
[Being thanked is a bit of a surprise]
Maybe next time you'll feel up to trying something.
What did you want to know?
[Being thanked is a bit of a surprise]
Maybe next time you'll feel up to trying something.
What did you want to know?
Hey, Trevor; how've you been doing? How was the breach?
It was shit, as most of them are.
What do you need?
What do you need?
Hey Trevor, are any of those old-fashioned guns still available?
[MISTY Q WANTS TO BECOME AN ARMS DEALER]
[MISTY Q WANTS TO BECOME AN ARMS DEALER]
Your brother leapt in front of my knife.
Trevor? Please don't feel the need to reply to this immediately.
When you do see it, I just had a question: were you serious when you said you were willing to spar, even with the possibility of death?
When you do see it, I just had a question: were you serious when you said you were willing to spar, even with the possibility of death?
[Trevor covers his face with a hand, muttering something like This is why I wanted to toss my stupid device. He's sleeping next to Sypha, and reaches over her body to grab his comm.
Well. Now that he's up..]
Yeah. 'Course I was serious.
Well. Now that he's up..]
Yeah. 'Course I was serious.
Incidentally...
I did not kill him.
But I did wipe the bloody floor with him. And learn a few things.
I know you know who I mean.
I did not kill him.
But I did wipe the bloody floor with him. And learn a few things.
I know you know who I mean.
Well. Congratulations on your restraint.
Calling Sypha useless is a good way to get your feet frozen to the ship.
You want to fight now?
You want to fight now?
If I changed my mind about the fighting thing, how likely do you think it is that you could make me dangerous?
Physically, of course.
[She already is mentally dangerous :) ]
Physically, of course.
[She already is mentally dangerous :) ]
Jon... doesn't eat, so he's rarely at the dining hall these days. He's fed, many thanks to Daniel Jacobi, but he's here for one reason and one reason only as he waits outside the kitchen for Trevor.
[Trevor takes a long time to emerge after dinner. He usually does; he stays late to clean up, do prep for breakfast, and wash down all the equipment.
When he emerges at last, he's bone tired, so Jon only gets a brief look before he shuts the kitchen door]
Food not up to your liking?
When he emerges at last, he's bone tired, so Jon only gets a brief look before he shuts the kitchen door]
Food not up to your liking?
Shit.
Thanks for letting me know. Should we bring him to the infirmary?
Thanks for letting me know. Should we bring him to the infirmary?
Jon's not usually one for noticing things, but when it comes to the library and people visiting or not visiting, this he's going to notice.
Yes, there's a lot of scrambling and shuffling and work being done, but still.
It's why he goes to find Trevor again, because as much as he's frustrated with him...
He doesn't want everything to end the way it did with Tim. He doesn't want someone to go to their death hating him with the friendship in ruins.
That's why wherever he finds Trevor, he won't stand there in frustration. He'll step up and whatever it is? make the universal gesture of 'need a hand' in offer.
Yes, there's a lot of scrambling and shuffling and work being done, but still.
It's why he goes to find Trevor again, because as much as he's frustrated with him...
He doesn't want everything to end the way it did with Tim. He doesn't want someone to go to their death hating him with the friendship in ruins.
That's why wherever he finds Trevor, he won't stand there in frustration. He'll step up and whatever it is? make the universal gesture of 'need a hand' in offer.
Trevor for the most part has been avoiding the library since the beginning of July. It's easier than he thought - Sypha seems to have kidnapped half the books she was reading to their cabin - and the kitchen being short-handed without Trixie, things are easily laid to rest.
Elias was wrong, he's surprised to discover after two weeks go by. Either Jon is waiting for him for something, or this really is the end of things.
Whatever. He busies himself with salting strips of meat and learning how to make hardtack from Sweeney in the kitchens; sharpens or practices with makeshift weapons; and walks Lucy on the nights he can't sleep. Jon, soon enough, will get his deal and be out of here.
And then Jon suddenly surfaces. Trevor is so preoccupied with sewing together a proper pack out of a potato sack and some sail canvas that he doesn't even notice just who's offering him a hand until a few seconds after he invites him over. His hands hesitate, before he sets down his work.
"Fuck off."
Elias was wrong, he's surprised to discover after two weeks go by. Either Jon is waiting for him for something, or this really is the end of things.
Whatever. He busies himself with salting strips of meat and learning how to make hardtack from Sweeney in the kitchens; sharpens or practices with makeshift weapons; and walks Lucy on the nights he can't sleep. Jon, soon enough, will get his deal and be out of here.
And then Jon suddenly surfaces. Trevor is so preoccupied with sewing together a proper pack out of a potato sack and some sail canvas that he doesn't even notice just who's offering him a hand until a few seconds after he invites him over. His hands hesitate, before he sets down his work.
"Fuck off."
[Trevor, exhausted and with a book in hand, looks up at Lark from where he'd been sitting in an alcove. He sets the book away]
Not really.
What's going on?
Not really.
What's going on?
Are you all right? I... meant to check in earlier.
Edited 2022-10-15 00:23 (UTC)
No gushing wounds to report.
You?
You?
[Good early Sunday morning, Trevor. Enjoy this insistent phone call, until you answer to.]
You graduated?! Were you planning on telling me ever?
You graduated?! Were you planning on telling me ever?
Edited (Don't know where the Re: came from) 2022-10-16 19:40 (UTC)
[A grumble. He was asleep, Anita!]
I didn't think it was that big a deal.
I didn't think it was that big a deal.
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