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rickitikitarr) wrote2015-05-01 03:10 pm
rickitikitarr) wrote2015-05-01 03:10 pm
4. voice
All right, this is all good fun and games, kids, but I'm going to be the one who spoils it by asking the question.
What the hell is going on?
And, for that matter, if we're the ones apparently running the show now, is anyone steering the boat?
[Ricki does not want the barge to smash into a sun and everyone to burn up, even though he's currently in the inmate-reclaimed bar and part of him is rather enjoying the fiddling.]
What the hell is going on?
And, for that matter, if we're the ones apparently running the show now, is anyone steering the boat?
[Ricki does not want the barge to smash into a sun and everyone to burn up, even though he's currently in the inmate-reclaimed bar and part of him is rather enjoying the fiddling.]
Re: Spam
[Ricki can't help but ask; what must space-tv rays be like? The bathroom door makes him raise his eyebrows just a little bit more, and yes, this is the second weirdest warden's quarters he's been in, after Iris's bordello in pink leopard.
He traces a thumb over the patch, and makes a mental note to see if he can find something to fix that up for him, before glancing back over his shoulder at him and giving him an eloquent nod in return, of the 'this means a lot but we're not going to talk about it' variety.]
Spam & wrap here?
[He returns the nod. Gentleman's accord, mate. They'll never speak of it.]