017 - Humble

[deadly_ned]

Just.

Just an informal head-count.

How many inmates don't like the rooms they've been given?

And how...can wardens move to change it to make the living quarters more habitable? Besides the bathroom....thing. This especially concerns unpaired inmates.

Inquiring minds wish to know. I'm thinking...Extreme Make-Over: Barge edition. And possibly sectioning off a budget for inmates to use to rearrange their rooms how they like it.

Thoughts...?

Comments

spam

[mattersverymuch]

[It might be cleaner than Ned's expecting, but it's still very much a sewer. Furnishings are not a thing. There's just the marquis, pacing by the the far wall. The door's cracked open.]

spam

[deadly_ned]

[Standing at the entrance of what very obviously is a sewer, the Piemaker steps down into the room proper]


I don't see a bed.

spam

[mattersverymuch]

There's a space. Out of the way, in one of the side tunnels.

[No you do not get to see it Ned.]

spam

[deadly_ned]

....It could use a bit more light.

spam

[mattersverymuch]

No, it couldn't. It's fine the way it is.

spam

[deadly_ned]

What about throw pillows?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

That really wouldn't fit the scheme I've got going.

spam

[deadly_ned]

Your scheme is "I live in a sewer."

spam

[mattersverymuch]

I live Below.

spam

[deadly_ned]

Below what?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

London Below.

They're not just sewers, is what I mean.

spam

[deadly_ned]

They're the spacious urban crawl that enables you to forego property taxes?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

They're my home. They're the spaces and the people that other people ignore. And I have power there.

spam

[deadly_ned]

Show me?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

There's nothing to show. This is all I've been given of home.

spam

[deadly_ned]

Where would you live?

If you could live anywhere you wanted? Still here?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

Yes. I told you. This is my home.

spam

[deadly_ned]

It's.


Nice.

spam

[mattersverymuch]

[Just a sharp look here. Don't lie, Ned.]

spam

[deadly_ned]

Well, it isn't very welcoming.

Sort of like how you can be.

spam

[mattersverymuch]

It's a dangerous place. Not all of it is down here, some places are brighter, but it'll eat you alive if you let it.

[He says all of this with unprecedented fondness.]

spam

[deadly_ned]

How far does it go?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

Under all of London. Sometimes the rules - of time, of space - don't apply. Things bend and break in different ways.

Have you ever seen Escher?

spam

[deadly_ned]

Yes.

You're saying this sewer..?

spam

[mattersverymuch]

I'm saying all of it is more than it appears. It has more power, more danger, more twists than someone who's lived the way you do can imagine. It has rules to break them. It lives on fear and violence, and yet people survive there.