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I can't be the only person here with a wardrobe full of dry-clean only clothing. Considering the laundry room isn't exactly equipped to take care of it, what methods have the rest of you been using?

[Private to Mindy]
We're overdue for a meeting. Level 6 common room, after dinner. NOT OPTIONAL.

[Filtered to Hayley & Capa]
I want you to tell me everything you remember about port. [He figures he doesn't need to specify which port.] In person, preferably.

[Filtered to Miss Parker, added later]
You're on inventory, right? And congratulations, on graduating. I know it's belated.

[OOC: Like so many, Arthur's going to pretend the flood never happened. That's right, he's not even going to give a cursory "WELL THAT SUCKED." The only indication that he's pissy is the fact that, well, EVERYTHING'S TEXT BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU JERKS. Also, his hideous solicitation post is now retroactively encrypted-- well, Arthur-encrypted. He's probably decent, but not better than any of the tech types here.

ALSO. He's hanging out in the laundry room right now, sitting on a machine that he accidentally overloaded with all of his bedding ~~because it's unclean~~. Fun Fact: Arthur doesn't actually do his own laundry back home. SO HE IS IGNORANT and has been barely scraping by on the Barge. SO IF YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HIM, SPAM AWAY.

And sorry for the crap post. I have awful writer's block today.]

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Alright. When and where should we meet?

The conference room, above deck. 4 pm?

I'll be there.

[And Arthur's waiting by the conference room, jotting something down in a notebook.]

Edited 2010-11-02 00:49 (UTC)

[Capa, usually punctual, shows up on time. Opening the door, he glanced to Arthur.]

My experience is pretty limited. I was stuck in a cell most of the time.

[He gives Capa a look of interest.]

It looks like you weren't the only one. [Earlier, he'd gone back and checked some of the garbled transmissions from the port, but many were indecipherable.] What happened?

[After the door was shut, he walked over and found a place to sit.]

On the barge one moment, down in a cell the next. The inmates were supposed to come and save us while...we were going insane down in the cells. Or..we were supposed to. They filled the cells with water, had us somehow hallucinating that there were phantom doctors who told us the world wasn't real.

[Capa was having problems remembering this as clearly as he wanted to, simply because his logical mind stubbornly refused to recall any supernatural aspects of it without trying to apply some sort of science to it.]

So, all of the wardens were thrown into cells? [Shit. That means if he wants to get more information on the building's layout, he'd have to talk to the inmates.] What was the point? Did they ever tell you... why they were doing this? [He taps his pen against the notebook and adds:] Whoever "they" were. [Arthur's not one for believing in ghosts, either.]

[Capa nodded.] When we were let out of the cells, we got a nice little tour of the basement while we searched out our items. But as far as upstairs...no. We didn't go up there.

And no, there was no point. We were just told that the barge didn't exist. That we were insane.

[Arthur nodded, writing some notes, then said in a wry voice:] And I'm going to guess the Admiral didn't explain himself after. How long were you there? And was there anything significant you noticed? Anything in the basement, any people, any objects?

Your guess is correct.

We were all clustered together. I remember talking to Doctor Banner when the rooms filled with water and the lights went off. We were only there for a night, as far as I know. But things kept happening every few hours.

[He hesitated.]

I don't remember any other people. No objects. Nothing. It was a maze of a basement, with different cells.

[Oh, a maze. That was convenient... or at least, it would've been if he had a decent architect to help him with the dream level he was working on. As it was, he had to rely on himself.]

Got it. [He jotted something else down, then looked at Capa.] Was it well kept? Clean?

It was the basement of what looked like a mental facility. So...no. Neither. Dark lit.

[He thought for a moment, looking down.] Nothing was really marked very clearly.

[Arthur nodded.] Right. Makes sense. [He frowned, thinking.] You didn't forget anything, did you?

[Capa thought for a moment and glanced up, putting himself back where he had been.] There was a voice on a loudspeaker. It announced to us what treatments we would be getting. It mentioned different wings, so I'm assuming this basement was a lot bigger than what we were told about.

And the noise. With the wardens locked up, those who were losing themselves either began to scream or went silent. So we went through cycles of eerie calm and desperate pleading.

The voice... Did it sound familiar? [He leaned forward a little, in rapt attention.] Do you know if the inmates heard it, too?

[He remained silent for a moment, at the mention of the screaming. It would have been insincere to offer his condolences, so he didn't. He just mulled over it, tapping his pen on the paper again, lightly.] This all seems excessively sadistic, even by the Admiral's standards.

Edited 2010-11-03 00:37 (UTC)

[Capa was strangely calm about it. The mention of what horrors he experienced were delivered with his typical, almost bored tone. It elicited no emotional response from him.]

The voice sounded a bit like the Admiral's done. Not the same voice, I mean. But...the way it is. As if it's familiar but you can't quite place it.

And it was. It was a bit extreme.

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