Desperate humans standing at the edge of the abyss, when offered a spider's thread's worth of hope of salvation, are all quite the same, in the end. [They all grasp at the thread.]
The same human tragedies repeat endlessly, and humans react in the same ways to them. All the same, I am glad we can meet like this, instead. [As much as he's sure Trevor would have tasted delicious.]
Well, Mr Sims did give me an assignment to spend time with people I find agreeable, and no Warden I have had since then has bothered to say anything to contradict that. Perhaps you too should give it a try? [Dryly,] Why, come to Mr Tennant's movie showing. Surely show a thing should be more cheerful than this.
You were the one to suggest we should make efforts to socialise with more optimistic people.
All humans, once becoming cognizant of the concept, are constantly aware of their own impending mortality, and fear it. Their desperate attempts to forestall it, and to forget about its coming, are largely what makes you so interesting.
...By which I mean not that Mr Tennant's movie showing is likely to be particularly fascinating. I believe the movie supposedly revolved around sharks and tornadoes. Only that distractions will not solve the core problem, but they are a normal part of being a person.
Believe me, I would love to be given different instructions, but according to Mr Sims, I should not spend too much time working nor being violent... which only leaves so many activities in this place. But very well, then that is decided.
[Sebastian briefly considers the possibility that Trevor only suggested the netmaking for Sebastian's sake. Maybe as an apology for having him burn his hand on his stupid whip. And that maybe the decent thing to do would be to suggest they can do something else instead, to spare Trevor the discomfort of having to ask the Admiral for anything.
...It's only a very brief contemplation before he concludes that, no, it is a Trevor problem if he can't stomach seeing through something that he himself suggested in the first place. So:]
Goodspeed, sir. I will meet you in ten minutes' time, then.
...You know, some Wardens are deeply offended I will not address them informally. I will admit I take some additional pleasure in addressing them as is proper.
Other Wardens, I address properly because they have earned it. [♥!!
He kneels in front of Trevor's net-to-be.]
At Mr Tennant's? Mm,something featuring a shark as its main antagonist, I believe. Personally, I find documentaries more entertaining.
[Sebastian knows how to knit nets; he kneels and starts working.]
[He nods at that. It's... almost a relief, to know it's not just for his sake. Makes him feel less like a pathetic charity case, or a dog in need of enrichment.]
Hopefully it will stay nothing but an amusing side project, but considering the Admiral's bouts of frankly worrying incompetence...
"Oh? Admittedly I was not sure if it was a magical creature of some sort, or something else."
He's never really seen Flapjack change from cardinal to little wooden statue... given that he's been dragged to the infirmary all of, oh, two times? And both those times the focus was more 'how on Earth do you manage to always fuck up your hand so badly jfc' and less cute little critters.
"Understandable, of course. Were the Admiral less ungenerous about restricting Inmates' abilities, I could personally easily see to keeping the entire ship fed if necessary."
He says, continues knitting the net.
"Of course, not that I particularly care should most people here starve."
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Desperate humans standing at the edge of the abyss, when offered a spider's thread's worth of hope of salvation, are all quite the same, in the end. [They all grasp at the thread.]
The same human tragedies repeat endlessly, and humans react in the same ways to them. All the same, I am glad we can meet like this, instead. [As much as he's sure Trevor would have tasted delicious.]
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But at least we understand each other.
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All humans, once becoming cognizant of the concept, are constantly aware of their own impending mortality, and fear it. Their desperate attempts to forestall it, and to forget about its coming, are largely what makes you so interesting.
...By which I mean not that Mr Tennant's movie showing is likely to be particularly fascinating. I believe the movie supposedly revolved around sharks and tornadoes. Only that distractions will not solve the core problem, but they are a normal part of being a person.
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...All right. We could do that, I guess. Feels a little like pretending to be something we're not, but you'd know all about that, right?
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Believe me, I would love to be given different instructions, but according to Mr Sims, I should not spend too much time working nor being violent... which only leaves so many activities in this place. But very well, then that is decided.
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Which you'd think he could actually verbalise, but no.]
That sounds more agreeable. Right away?
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...It's only a very brief contemplation before he concludes that, no, it is a Trevor problem if he can't stomach seeing through something that he himself suggested in the first place. So:]
Goodspeed, sir. I will meet you in ten minutes' time, then.
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Good evening, sir. Thank you for taking the time to do this.
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[Just a little bit sarcastic, but he means well.]
Necromancer hasn't answered yet but I figure we can get started on this anyway. If you like. What movie's playing?
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...You know, some Wardens are deeply offended I will not address them informally. I will admit I take some additional pleasure in addressing them as is proper.
Other Wardens, I address properly because they have earned it. [♥!!
He kneels in front of Trevor's net-to-be.]
At Mr Tennant's? Mm,something featuring a shark as its main antagonist, I believe. Personally, I find documentaries more entertaining.
[Sebastian knows how to knit nets; he kneels and starts working.]
...Your pardon, but is this for my benefit?
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[He grins, spreading the net out so that Sebastian can work on half]
Half yours, half mine. Wanted to give you something to do, wanted to see what I could fetch up with this.
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Hopefully it will stay nothing but an amusing side project, but considering the Admiral's bouts of frankly worrying incompetence...
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You know the little red cardinal that hangs around Hunter? Found that.
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He's never really seen Flapjack change from cardinal to little wooden statue... given that he's been dragged to the infirmary all of, oh, two times? And both those times the focus was more 'how on Earth do you manage to always fuck up your hand so badly jfc' and less cute little critters.
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Trevor shrugs. But he's always been interested in that sort of thing now that he knows it's possible.
"I want to be able to get more food without needing to rely on ports so much, too."
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He says, continues knitting the net.
"Of course, not that I particularly care should most people here starve."
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