paradoxlol | .060 | Accidental Video.

[Arthur's sitting on his couch, cross-legged, in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair's actually... floppy... for once, which probably makes him look younger than he actually is. He's had a few glasses of wine, which is probably not a good idea, what with the lingering Death Toll effects. His voice isn't slurring, not yet, but it's definitely relaxed. This message is clearly intended for one particular person, but Arthur accidentally botched the filter thanks to the alcohol. This is why you don't drink and blog.]

I know I promised you a bottle of wine. So, you should hurry over before I finish this. [He holds up the bottle.] Particular bottle of wine without you.

[Arthur pours another glass.]

It's not that I'm lonely; I'm bored. I think I've been through every book I own at least twice. I even memorized a poem while I was stuck in bed. [He glances at the camera with a playful look.] It made me think of you. How's your French? [He offers the camera a little smirk, then begins to recite some ~French poetry~, his voice somewhat lyrical from the alcohol.]

De ce terrible paysage,
Tel que jamais mortel n'en vit,
Ce matin encore l'image,
Vague et lointaine, me ravit.

Le sommeil est plein de miracles!
Par un caprice singulier
J'avais banni de ces spectacles
Le végétal irrégulier,

Et, peintre fier de mon génie,
Je savourais dans mon tableau
L'enivrante monotonie
Du métal, du marbre et de l'eau...

[Arthur's going to keep going, tipsily reciting this poem because, IDK, it's about dream architecture kind of ~~I'm terrible with poetry, so I could be totes wrong~~. It's a somewhat long poem, so ENJOY THAT, BARGE.]

[OOC: SO OBVIOUSLY THIS POST IS FOR ARIADNE. But I didn't want to do a private post, so feel free to troll Arthur or assume he's like, hitting on you or whateverrr.]

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Perry was my third chance. How many more am I gonna get before the Admiral kills the deal?

It's not as though you've been incompetent. The Admiral would be stupid to kill your deal because your inmates leave, which is something you can't help.

Hell, I haven't even had an inmate yet, in over six months. Except for that one time, for about two days. He'd better not kill my damn deal.

I shot my first inmate in self defense. I threatened to kill my second one. [And he incepted Perry during a flood...] My track record isn't the best.

[But then again... He looks at Ariadne, brow raised.]

Who was your inmate?

You were making real progress with Perry. Besides, I'm sure there have been way worse wardens than you. [She smiles faintly.]

Ah, his name was Anders. I only spoke to him a couple of times, and he disappeared from the Barge just a couple of days after I was assigned to him.

That's why it's so frustrating. I could have done it, if the Admiral didn't-- if this ship... [He sighs.] It's pointless trying to find something to blame.

That's such... a waste. I'm sorry.

You're telling me. [She snorts faintly.] It was only a week or so after you disappeared. A few other people left around that time, too.

I was pretty down for a while, there.

But - hell with it. Even if I'm not assigned to an inmate, I can still help people.

Right. You have the art room. [He takes another drink of wine and sets the glass down. He's... probably had enough for the evening.] It's a valuable tool for rehabilitation.

Yeah, art therapy, or whatever. [She smiles vaguely and shakes her head.] Sounds kind of stupid, I think, but art lessons at least give us all something to do with our hands that doesn't involve beating each other up.

Anyway, I'm sure you'll get a new inmate soon, Arthur, don't worry about it. And you've got me, until then. [She bumps his shoulder affectionately.]

It doesn't sound stupid to me. Art therapy has a pretty decent track record. It builds camaraderie, promotes communication-- it's even said to reduce stress and feelings of trauma. [Why do you even know this, Arthur?]

Yeah. I can't say that I mind that. [He turns to her, brushes his hair back, and smirks.] You don't get into trouble as much as an inmate.

[Why DO you know that, Arthur? She's just going to laugh a little.] Arthur, the walking encyclopedia.

Maybe not quite as much. Doesn't mean I never do, though. [Her smile turns flirtatious.]

In my line of work, it pays to have information on just about anything.

[He laughs.] Yeah, like when you fall in with a bunch of criminals.

[She teasingly leans in to kiss his cheek.] You're very nice criminals. You, especially. I could probably bring you home to meet my parents and they'd just eat out of your hand.

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