.048 | SPAM FOR ALICE MORGAN // backdated to start of flood // Perry and others welcome, too!

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[Talk about shitty timing for a flood. With things as rocky as they were with Perry, now was so not the time for the Admiral to throw another inmate at him. Arthur looked at his item, checking it for the, what, hundredth time, as he followed his instinct (or flood-mandated yearning for closeness) all the way to Alice Morgan. He'd seen her around before, knew Capa spent some time with her, knew her alternate reality self erred on the side of complete passivity, but that was about it. There wasn't much on the network to go on, unfortunately. Arthur pocketed his item-- a smartphone-- once he found his... new and probably temporary inmate.]

Alice Morgan?

[OOC: NOOOTTTTT quite sure if he knows about her and Capa being pals, so that bit may be deleted once I find out.]

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No, I didn't. [Or did he? Arthur frowned, getting up to move away from Alice as much as the flood would allow him. He had his back to her for a moment, shoving his hand in his pocket to finger his totem subtly. Well, she was clever. He had to admire it. He turned to look at her.]

Was it the Baudelaire? [That poem was the most public hint he could think of that was even on the network.]

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'I felt that dreadful dawn around me grow, with no surprise or vestige of a thrill. The curtain rose — and I stayed waiting still.' [Alice smiled.] Mm. The Baudelaire helped. [Then after a pause, her smile faded slightly and she inclined her head.] Oh. Am I the only person to have worked this out?

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[He pushed his hair back with a bemused huff.] Yeah, actually. Guess I got sloppy here. Still, I'm impressed.

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[Alice's satisfied smile was impossible to repress.] Thank you.

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You're welcome. [He smirked in return. It wasn't like there was anything else he could do. Kill her, threaten her, screw with her mind-- none of that was productive or in his best interests. Most measures on the Barge were temporary at best. Besides, Alice could have been a more useful ally than adversary.]

Have you figured out how it's done?

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[She pouted.] Not quite. You use a machine, I know that much. Presumably drugs or some sort of hypnotic state to enable shared dreaming.

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Well, at least you don't think I'm psychic. [And he wasn't about to insult her intelligence by pretending there was anything supernatural, magical or whatever to it.] Have you been looking into the other wardens, or am I a special case?

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[Alice shrugged.] That you're a friend of Robert's makes you a rare pedigree. I suppose I was curious. [This was not to say that she wasn't looking into certain other wardens.]