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Feb. 12th, 2014 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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[Something is very...different, this morning.
The Piemaker isn't baking, for one. Ordinarily this would be a sign of marked distress, but he's not even found in the kitchen today.
He's in the maintenance office. Acting like he's always belonged there.]
I want to do a wide sweep of floors two and three today. We should start from the top and work our way down. It's. Efficient.
[Markedly noticeable are his lack of pauses and hesitation. And his pointy ears. Elf ears.]
Dean, if you want to come down and review this list...
[All of a sudden, something catches the Piemaker's eye. He looks up and sees his own dog, Digby, sitting patiently across the room.
The Piemaker looks at his hands. And looks to Digby.
He feels remarkably different today]
...Hold that thought.
[Crossing the office, the Piemaker walks over to the dog he rose from the dead: the dog he hasn't been able to touch since he was nine years old.
He reaches out, terrified and entranced, as his fingers ghost along Digby's fur coat, not quite touching. Does he dare? Is this real?
Digby, tired of waiting and knowing that there is something equally amiss this morning, loses his patience and bounds on top of the Piemaker, falling into his arms and licking him furiously]
[Something is very...different, this morning.
The Piemaker isn't baking, for one. Ordinarily this would be a sign of marked distress, but he's not even found in the kitchen today.
He's in the maintenance office. Acting like he's always belonged there.]
I want to do a wide sweep of floors two and three today. We should start from the top and work our way down. It's. Efficient.
[Markedly noticeable are his lack of pauses and hesitation. And his pointy ears. Elf ears.]
Dean, if you want to come down and review this list...
[All of a sudden, something catches the Piemaker's eye. He looks up and sees his own dog, Digby, sitting patiently across the room.
The Piemaker looks at his hands. And looks to Digby.
He feels remarkably different today]
...Hold that thought.
[Crossing the office, the Piemaker walks over to the dog he rose from the dead: the dog he hasn't been able to touch since he was nine years old.
He reaches out, terrified and entranced, as his fingers ghost along Digby's fur coat, not quite touching. Does he dare? Is this real?
Digby, tired of waiting and knowing that there is something equally amiss this morning, loses his patience and bounds on top of the Piemaker, falling into his arms and licking him furiously]
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Date: 2014-02-19 11:55 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2014-02-20 12:58 pm (UTC)No.
Not all flood are like this.
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Date: 2014-02-20 10:32 pm (UTC)Dirk shifts his weight awkwardly. ]
You been here a long time, then?
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Date: 2014-02-21 02:55 am (UTC)I graduated one inmate. Alpha is my second.
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Date: 2014-02-21 06:32 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2014-02-21 12:45 pm (UTC)Oh. Or you mean. Me to him.
Right. Should have..expected that.
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Date: 2014-02-21 11:51 pm (UTC)Dirk coughs into his hand. ]
Yeah, that.
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Date: 2014-02-22 04:35 am (UTC)Alpha was...brainwashed in his world before this one. But he feels much the same way here as there.
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Date: 2014-02-22 10:18 pm (UTC)...is that information you should be giving out? Isn't there some kind of warden-inmate privilege?
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Date: 2014-02-23 02:43 am (UTC)But you're right. No one likes to be talked about when they're not here.
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Date: 2014-02-23 05:34 am (UTC)[ He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. ]
I just had this urge to get out and talk to people today, but it turns out that it's going pretty terribly. Maybe I should go.
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Date: 2014-02-23 02:57 pm (UTC)I'm sorry Digby and I are not very good at it.
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Date: 2014-02-23 08:53 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2014-02-24 12:23 am (UTC)replying with correct journal this time...
Date: 2014-02-24 02:02 am (UTC)I didn't think it was possible to be that hopeless.
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:03 am (UTC)But it's true.
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:28 am (UTC)[ This just keeps getting more and more awkward. ]
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Date: 2014-02-24 04:31 am (UTC)Sorry. I'm not. The best at smalltalk.