021 - Dried Winter Apple
Oct. 13th, 2013 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_ned[Something's happened to the Piemaker in the days since he was held hostage by the inmate calling himself Hannibal Lector. He's shut down, closing out everything that could possibly remind him of the nightmare it was spending quality time with the man.
Effectively, this means not going back to his own room.
Instead, he sits on the floor of Alpha's room, having retreated there to make his post. He doesn't want to do it in the infirmary; he wants to be alone. And with his dog Digby cuddling up to both Alpha and new inmate Ellie, he's got his wish]
I'd like to share a secret.
It's something that a few people on this ship already know through either me telling them or the Barge circumnavigating my wishes to keep the secret a secret and whispering it into the ears of people I would rather not have known.
And. And until last week I didn't think it mattered that people didn't know because I didn't conceive of a way it could be used against anyone. It's redundant.
There's a reason I hate magic, and there's a reason I hate Halloween, and there's a reason why I don't go around hugging people all willy-nilly, and why my dog is neurotic and why my pies taste so good.
I can touch dead things and bring them back to life.
And...Dr. Lector found this out. And he kept the secret.
But he also kept me, in my room, while he used my magic to bring dead things he took out of people back to life.
And if I had told more people what I could do, or if I wasn't...here on the Barge to begin with, it probably wouldn't have happened like it did.
I don't care about who knows anymore. There's nothing worse you can do to me and nothing worse I can do to other people than what happened.
I'll answer questions about it. If there are any.
Alpha, I'm sorry.
[Private to Friends]
I would...really appreciate it if someone could go pick up some things from my room. I can't go in there right now.
Effectively, this means not going back to his own room.
Instead, he sits on the floor of Alpha's room, having retreated there to make his post. He doesn't want to do it in the infirmary; he wants to be alone. And with his dog Digby cuddling up to both Alpha and new inmate Ellie, he's got his wish]
I'd like to share a secret.
It's something that a few people on this ship already know through either me telling them or the Barge circumnavigating my wishes to keep the secret a secret and whispering it into the ears of people I would rather not have known.
And. And until last week I didn't think it mattered that people didn't know because I didn't conceive of a way it could be used against anyone. It's redundant.
There's a reason I hate magic, and there's a reason I hate Halloween, and there's a reason why I don't go around hugging people all willy-nilly, and why my dog is neurotic and why my pies taste so good.
I can touch dead things and bring them back to life.
And...Dr. Lector found this out. And he kept the secret.
But he also kept me, in my room, while he used my magic to bring dead things he took out of people back to life.
And if I had told more people what I could do, or if I wasn't...here on the Barge to begin with, it probably wouldn't have happened like it did.
I don't care about who knows anymore. There's nothing worse you can do to me and nothing worse I can do to other people than what happened.
I'll answer questions about it. If there are any.
Alpha, I'm sorry.
[Private to Friends]
I would...really appreciate it if someone could go pick up some things from my room. I can't go in there right now.
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Date: 2013-10-15 04:54 am (UTC)I don't want to figure things out that well, I think. Perfect is . . . too far away from human.
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Date: 2013-10-15 04:57 am (UTC)He does...make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes.
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