023 - Rotten Pumpkin
Oct. 27th, 2013 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_ned[Private to friends - assumed CR is welcome!]
Please.
Please someone help. I don't know who can help but please anything to make this not be happening. I can take anything happening but I can't take this happening and I don't know what to do or who to call or...
My warden is going to make me kill my dog.
[OOC note: and yes, there is a plan to rescue Digby, who will not be harmed.]
[Public, but locked against Stark]
If.
If there's anyone who holds sway or can reason with Stark - inmate or warden - please, please tell him that I can bring back rotten food and at least keep this ship going.
I know we've had our differences - especially when I was. um. wardening - but no one wants to starve to death. Right? No one can possibly be that cruel.
[Except Stark. But that sort of goes without saying]
[Spam]
[It's an odd contraption the Piemaker's been forced into. He's wearing leather gloves, but they don't end at the wrists; rather, they continue all the way up through the arms, around the shoulders, and end where they meet at his shoulderblades. A padlock sits between them, effectively shielding the dead from the Piemaker's magic touch. It's a fortunate thing; he's touched almost all of the old guard of the Barge at one time or another. To have an inmate walking around who can kill by accidentally brushing up against someone, with the way the death toll is, is a recipe for disaster for the wardens he's not friendly with.
He's barred from the kitchens, but he finds ways of getting around. Mild-mannered is putting it lightly; here, the Piemaker has no real means of defense and instead spends most of his time out of doors avoiding other people like the plague.
But he still makes an effort to go see the people who don't have as much mobility around the barge, and can be glimpsed scurrying down the hallways on the way to check in on friends]
Please.
Please someone help. I don't know who can help but please anything to make this not be happening. I can take anything happening but I can't take this happening and I don't know what to do or who to call or...
My warden is going to make me kill my dog.
[OOC note: and yes, there is a plan to rescue Digby, who will not be harmed.]
[Public, but locked against Stark]
If.
If there's anyone who holds sway or can reason with Stark - inmate or warden - please, please tell him that I can bring back rotten food and at least keep this ship going.
I know we've had our differences - especially when I was. um. wardening - but no one wants to starve to death. Right? No one can possibly be that cruel.
[Except Stark. But that sort of goes without saying]
[Spam]
[It's an odd contraption the Piemaker's been forced into. He's wearing leather gloves, but they don't end at the wrists; rather, they continue all the way up through the arms, around the shoulders, and end where they meet at his shoulderblades. A padlock sits between them, effectively shielding the dead from the Piemaker's magic touch. It's a fortunate thing; he's touched almost all of the old guard of the Barge at one time or another. To have an inmate walking around who can kill by accidentally brushing up against someone, with the way the death toll is, is a recipe for disaster for the wardens he's not friendly with.
He's barred from the kitchens, but he finds ways of getting around. Mild-mannered is putting it lightly; here, the Piemaker has no real means of defense and instead spends most of his time out of doors avoiding other people like the plague.
But he still makes an effort to go see the people who don't have as much mobility around the barge, and can be glimpsed scurrying down the hallways on the way to check in on friends]
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Date: 2013-10-28 03:25 am (UTC)private
Date: 2013-10-28 03:28 am (UTC)What are you going to do about it?
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Date: 2013-10-28 03:37 am (UTC)[However.]
Quietly resent you and say nasty things about you behind your back, I suppose.
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Date: 2013-10-28 11:56 am (UTC)I can deal with that.
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Date: 2013-10-30 02:24 am (UTC)[There are, after all, worse things he could do. Won't - but could. This place has, oddly enough, made him gentler.]
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Date: 2013-10-30 02:31 am (UTC)He's my only friend from before. He means. Everything to me. Digby is the only thing I have that reminds me there was a life before the Barge.
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Date: 2013-10-30 02:55 am (UTC)I know that, too. That's why I'm doing this.
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Date: 2013-10-30 04:38 am (UTC)private
Date: 2013-10-30 03:23 pm (UTC)private
Date: 2013-10-31 01:31 am (UTC)