Arthur

I apologize for my behavior over the past few days. It looks like the breach affected me worse than the rest of you. I don't know what it was... [He totally does-- at least, on his end. But he ain't talking.] But it's over now. [With a hint of amusement:] You don't have to worry about me reciting French poetry over the network anymore.

[Private to Ariadne]
That's a side of me I don't think even I've seen before. [Pause.] I'm sorry.

[Private to Mal]
Are you still in the infirmary?

[SPAM for Eames]
[And after he checks up on Mal, Arthur decides to go to Eames. He's carrying a bowl THERMOS (I forgot they existed okay) of soup that he made in his cabin, since... soup is good for Death Toll, right? Look, normally his apologies would come in the form of coffee, but he's pretty sure Eames doesn't need coffee right now. KNOCK KNOCK, FORGER.]

[SPAM for Capa]
[And after whatever transpires with Eames, it's time to go after Capa. He's waiting near his door, hesitating, then finally knocks.]

[SPAM for Perry]
[And now the best for last. KNOCKING ON PERRY'S DOOR.]

It's Arthur.

[OOC: ADDITIONAL NOTE FOR OBSESSIVE NOTETAKERS. Arthur's completely deleted and purged all of his Invasion-verse posts. ESPECIALLY THE ONE WHERE HE WENT INSANE. And he's been huddling in his room with his totem for most of the day after the event.]

( OPEN SPAM )

[VOICE; later]
[Arthur's words are a little slurred. It's unusual for him to do any Dear Diary entries on the network, share what he's feeling, any of that, but tonight's a special occasion. His perception's been unexpectedly turned on its head, and he's lost control just long enough for this.]

You think... you think you know someone. In and out. Like... you've been inside them. Seen them at their most vulnerable. But you can crawl into a person and never know... what they're capable...

[There's a long silence, then he continues.]

How do we construct our realities? They're... they're memories. Experiences. We take them... and we build our worlds. None of us really inhabit the same one. I mean... What I see, when I look at my family, my friends, colleagues, strangers I pass on the street... it's not what anybody else would see. People carry these complex... internal lives, but to us, the... the "main characters" of our perception, they're just... [PROJECTIONS.] roles to be filled, that we put them in based on what we know-- our memories, the images they project, the reality they put together to share with us...

You see, it's all very precarious. Reality. And a fundamental omission, once uncovered, it... [He chokes, then lets out a frustrated snarl after a beat.] Knocks the whole fucking house of cards down.

[CLICK.]

[OOC: Backdated to this post and the Very Bad Things with Mal. He now knows that Cobb incepted Mal and never told him, and he's torn between his loyalty to Cobb and his feelings of friendship with Mal.

FOR THE SPAM, consider it like a mini-day in the life thing. I don't mind multiple threads, but would prefer nothing like, VIOLENT OR EARTH SHATTERING, as he has to go and get drunk alone like a sad man afterwards.

As for the content of the voice post, if you're one of the SMALL HANDFUL OF PEOPLE who knows about dream sharing/extraction, you can read the double meaning in Arthur's post. Otherwise, uh, please don't suddenly "catch on" to that stuff, because there's no reason to.]

What did you think a riot would really accomplish?

I'm not trying to start an argument here, and I'm not speaking on behalf of the wardens. Just thought I'd open the lines of communication. For curiosity's sake.

[Warden Filter]
I see some of you have met one of our new arrivals. For those who haven't had the pleasure, this is Mal.

[The transmission cuts to replay this post, then Arthur goes back to speaking.]

She's not big on the "hello"s right now. I can't stress enough how important it is to tread carefully around her. She's not a danger to anybody but herself, but this place is a lot to take in, and let's face it: neither you nor the inmates have the best track record for dealing information out with sensitivity. I don't want her getting hurt or... upset because some guy thought it would be funny to mention vampires and aliens in the same breath as mind-altering floods while she's still getting used to the whole death part of the Barge equation. Just... try not to be flippant about the way things work here, when you're talking to her.

And don't treat her like a criminal just because she's an inmate.

Until she's assigned a warden, I'll be looking after her. If anything happens to her, I'll deal with it. [Which means: if your inmates hurt her, ARTHUR WILL SHOOT THEM.] I'd like to request that you come to me first if you have any concerns about her-- at least until she's assigned.

[Pause.]

Also, my inmate, Mindy Macready, isn't on the Barge anymore. In case anybody was wondering.

[OOC: JUST TO BE CLEAR, Arthur's not actually Mal's interim warden or anything. He's just being nosy because, well, she's both his friend and HIS BFF'S DEAD WIFE. So he's kind of invested in making sure nothing happens to her, even if it's not in an official capacity.

And now I have to slink off to run errands. WILL TAG SLOWLY UNTIL I RETURN.]