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Dated post-Nux-fight; text

[bleak_midwinter]

Mister Starks.

I'd like a word.

[likeshowbusiness]

You can have several, Mr. Shelby.

What can I do for you?

[bleak_midwinter]

Mighty generous of you.

Pub? In, say, fifteen minutes?

he was going to have a filtered section in her post, but I forgot to include it!

[tucky]

hey sorry i freaked you out when you were a kid i have been told i come on strong

[What an understatement.]

i finished the stanford book, thanks for letting me borrow it

[likeshowbusiness]

Water under the bridge. Sure you'll understand a Jewish kid in the Forties didn't appreciate waking up in a cell for no bloody reason.

[tucky]

nobody appreciates waking up in a cell for no bloody reason, but especially not a kid who doesn't know whats going on yea

[The historical implications are, sadly, lost on her; she's aware of what happened to the Jews during the forties, but not aware enough to pick up on a vague reference to it.]

you do ok for the rest of it?

[tucky]

Hey, Harry. You still like talking about how the Barge could be better?

[likeshowbusiness]

[He doesn't strictly remember that he liked talking about this in the first place, but.]

Go on.

[tucky]

[It's tied up with their months-ago discussion about wardens and inmates, in her mind; it's a conversation she's been mentally returning to a lot.]

Me and this guy Lark are making a list of things that should be changed. One of us'll probably ask the whole Barge sometime, but I been asking some people if they got any ideas first. You got any ideas? Things that should be different? Stuff wardens could maybe use deals to force the Admiral to do.

[Spam, post sabotage]

[cantcatchme]

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. The bombs weren't supposed to work. There weren't supposed to be people caught in the fires. He wasn't supposed to walk into the infirmary - looking for Mickey, who he still hasn't tracked down - to find Tiffany. Laid out on a table and going slowly cold.

No, this is way, way over his head. He feels that tight, pressing, claustrophobic panic squeezing his chest. He can't go back to his room. Isn't sure if he wants to confess his part in this disaster or hide as long as he's able.

One thing or another lands him at Harry's door, wide-eyed and anxious, still wearing his costume. He knocks rapidly, soot-streaked and breathing hard.

Re: [Spam, post sabotage]

[likeshowbusiness]

Harry stuck his head out when he heard the explosion, and feels slightly put out to have been left out of the fun - though his experience of firebombing isn't great. He just puts himself back in his cabin to wait out the chaos.

Later he hears the knocking, and he's not unpleasantly surprised to see the white-haired boy there.

"Pietro," he murmurs, and puts a steady hand on his shoulder to guide him in. "What's happened, eh?"

[Spam, post sabotage]

[cantcatchme]

Even under the soot and singed fabric (and under the week-old bruising around his eyes and nose, courtesy of Nux), Pietro looks like hell. And a bit like he's about to throw up.

"Tiffany's dead." That's the main thing buzzing in his skull right now. He can't shake the image of her body from his mind.

private

[witness_this]

I'm going to ask something a little direct that I wouldn't otherwise, because of the circumstances this week.

Why do you keep killing people?

private

[likeshowbusiness]

Yet to hear a compelling reason not to.

Why're you asking?

private

[witness_this]

If this gets bad, no one who knows what to do with one should be facing it without a gun.

If, on the other hand, it doesn't, I don't want you out there shooting people with a weapon I handed you... not that not having one has actually stopped you yet.

[text]

[perdix]

[Not all that long after their first conversation:]

Look, I'm here to do a thing, but it's not like I can do it against your will. I'll check in, but you want me to leave you alone, I leave it alone.

[text] but also lazy

[likeshowbusiness]

As I recall it, you were the one who hung up on me.

[text]

[perdix]

What'd you end up with?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Not a fucking clue. Yourself?

[cantcatchme]

Harry.

[Pietro clears his throat.]

You want to, uh. Have this talk in person or on the network?

[likeshowbusiness]

What talk.

backdated to the day pairings were announced

[callmefives]

[Fives is still reeling a bit from suddenly finding that he apparently blinked and missed time on the barge while some other, older, very different version of him was... not here, but essentially in his place on the other barge they're now pulled up to. But he's stolid and blank-faced when he contacts Harry via private message, his helmet off, at least, because aruetiise seem to relate to clones better that way.] We've been paired for the month, where and when would you like to meet to discuss whatever you might need while I'm responsible for you? [He's hoping that by not giving him a choice it will go smoother than it might otherwise.]

[likeshowbusiness]

[Here's hoping, Fives.]

Who the fuck are you?

[text]

[tucky]

are you yourself or are you being fucked with right now

Voice

[likeshowbusiness]

How the fuck would I know if I was, eh?