paradoxlol: (considering)
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.]
paradoxlol: (setting up)
[Warden Filter]
Given the current tension, I'm going to have to ask everyone to refrain from giving any alcohol to my inmate, Perry Dawsey, if he comes asking for some. No trips to the bar, no favors, don't give it to somebody else to give to him, nothing until I give the go-ahead. It's just a temporary measure.

And speaking of tension: is anyone up for sparring this week? [ARTHUR NEEDS TO PUNCH THINGS, BUT EVERYONE'S INJURED :CCC]

[Filtered to Eames & Tyr]
I think now's as good a time as any to begin. [Wryly:] Might as well do it while we're between crises.

[Private to Angelica]
I know things are rough right now, so I'll keep this brief. Would you object to me taking Mal to the CES? I know she's barred from the deck, and I don't want to step on any toes.

[Privates to: Eames, Dick, Mal]
I'm sure you know by now that Ariadne's back. [DISCUSS. With Arthur. Because these are separate private messages.]

[And to Mal:] I've spoken with Angelica. She's given permission for you to come to the deck with me. Whenever you're free.

[Private to Capa]
I'm half-tempted to move that drink up to tonight.

[Private to Hayley]
If Perry comes to you for alcohol, I'd appreciate it if you didn't give him any. Just for a little while.

[OOC: Arthur needs to talk to more inmates one day :c So many warden-filtered posts...]
paradoxlol: (looking for trouble)
[Those who know Arthur fairly well may notice that he sounds a TOUCH less uptight than usual.]

You know, I really didn't need this much of a break between inmates, Admiral.

Since my schedule will be open for at least the next two weeks, I was wondering: anyone looking for a running partner?

[Time Lord Warden Filter]
Rassilon wanted a little bit of home cooking. I don't see any problem with indulging him, but all I've got to go on is: "Grilled tafelshrew with schlenk sauce."

...

I can't even begin to understand what that is. [Arthur thinks tafelshrew must be a rodent of some kind.]

Is there anything in particular I should know about Gallifreyan cooking? I'd like to know what I'm talking about before making a request to the Admiral and the kitchen staff.

[Private to Tyr; Stealth Filtered to Eames]
Still in need of help with your inmate?

[Private to Rassilon]
I'll put in the request to the kitchen soon. I can't guarantee quality; once it's in their hands, it's out of mine. [Pause, then with some amusement:] Unless you want to cook it yourself.

[Private to Capa]
[There's nothing for a while, then he clears his throat.]

I found your socks under my couch.

[OOC: PADDY AND OTHER KITCHEN FOLK - This post may be updated with a weird request for Gallifreyan cooking, depending on the response from the Time Lords :V]
paradoxlol: (sup bitches?)
That was interesting, to say the least.  The part where my body wasn't really my own was pretty disconcerting at first, but other than that... 
 
I wouldn't go so far as to call it 'fun', but it was a change of pace.  Funny how the ordinary can be so unexpected here.  Throw us into the middle of a warzone, set a dragon loose, hit us with an invasion, and I don't think a lot of people here would bat an eyelash.  Put us in suburbia and tell us to blend in, go to work, pay the bills, and suddenly we don't know what to do. 
 
By the way, Capa, I couldn't have asked for a better husband. [YES, ARTHUR CAN TEASE PEOPLE SOMETIMES.] And I'm sorry for subjecting you guys to family dinners. 
 
[Pause.  Moving on.]
 
In other news, in case you were wondering: Dionysus isn't on the Barge anymore.
 
[Private to Eames]
I don't know how you do it.  Forging, slipping into someone else's skin. I have to admit, I've got a newfound appreciation for what you do.
 
[OOC: I KNOW I OWE BACKDATED PORT TAGS.  The muse just sorta got away from me for a bit. I've had a case of writers' block something fierce.]

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