.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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SPAM and THANK YOU for putting this up, you are the best

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[Alice had been repressing the sense of needing to be somewhere else - with someone else - to the detriment of, well, everything else she might have been getting on with. He found her on deck, reading a dense cosmology text without actually digesting anything. It was only when a shadow cast across the page that the sense of unease faded. She looked up and smiled beatifically.]

Arthur. To what do I owe the pleasure?

QUICK SPAM FOR LATER /sob still so slow

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[Perry hadn't been looking for Arthur--there was still too much shit swirling around in his head from the things he'd learned about the guy in the mirrorverse. But he saw his warden in the dining hall, second inmate in tow, and well, there were no empty tables and no one else he particularly wanted to sit with. Arthur was better than most of the other choices.]

Two inmates, huh? I'll bet you're real pleased about that.

TENTATIVE MONDAY NIGHT SPAM

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[It was late. Maybe even edging into 'early'. Alice was lying in the dark, eyes starting to discern shapes in the near-blackness. Not a heavy sleeper at the best of times, she hadn't really remembered falling asleep or waking up and could only assume she had from the fact she felt rather more well-rested.

Five feet was not a long way: she could hear Arthur's breathing. It didn't have the deep evenness of sleep to it.]

If it's any consolation, I doubt anyone is sleeping much tonight,

[OOC: III hope a second, later thread is okay. :C You weren't around to ask. I wept.]