TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[madaboutit]

Something like that.

They got those where you're from?

[sixfeetofdirt]

They have indeed - though not that I've laid my hands on, sadly. It would have made stomping about in the wilderness a great deal more palatable.

[madaboutit]

Yeah

Though the port we had a few years ago, shit got cut off.

Stuck in the frozen wilderness as a human with fuckall on hand.

[Didn't much matter then.]

[sixfeetofdirt]

Hells. Every time I learn something new about this place, it shines just a little more light on our Admiral's utter ineptitude.

[madaboutit]

You're not wrong.

[A moment passes.]

Bit ago, his bosses took away his commission.

We all got split up.

Only reason he got it back was cause we were too annoying to deal with.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I've only heard a little about this - Authority, isn't it? I didn't realise you'd seen other ships. Were they not just more of the same?

cw: minor body horror reference

[madaboutit]

No

I think the bones of the boat are about the same, but the ones running them had their own style, and it seems like they were allowed to do things as they wished.

One was all about reaching enlightenment.

Very zen.

[And he was grateful to be on that one, especially in hindsight.]

One was some sort of happy fun time mental institution.

You had to be all smiles and shit.

The other was what you'd expect from an actual prison ship.

Chopping off hands and gouging out eyes.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Interesting. Sounds like exactly the kind of thing I'd arrange if I wanted to prove that my rehabilitative afterlife boat was the superior middle ground.

[madaboutit]

Maybe

But given the way they ripped this boat up when they took it, it'd be a hell of a gamble.

[sixfeetofdirt]

You're assuming 'they' are the villains in this story, and not simply convincing confederates. Anyway, reality seems rather...fluid on this plane.

[madaboutit]

Fuck that

You're assuming that I think they're the villains.

I hate this fucking place.

I was much better off on that other fucking boat.

[sixfeetofdirt]

But you couldn't stay? Why not?

[madaboutit]

Authority kicked us all off.

Back here.

Isn't like inmates ever get a choice.

Kinda the point.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Yes. Though 'all' suggests wardens didn't have a choice either?

[madaboutit]

Course they didn't.

But you're the one asking why I didn't choose to stay.

Wardens can leave here.

I can't.

Unless I stay dead.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Well, no. Nor can I. I was only curious about whether any of us could swap one cell for another - but you've made your point.

[madaboutit]

I'd never say never, but that's my only experience.

Course

I've only been here 3 years, so maybe that shit happens occasionally.

And I just haven't dealt with it.

[sixfeetofdirt]

'Only' three years? I was under the impression that was quite a while. By local standards, at least.

[madaboutit]

Sure

Most folk pass through quicker.

But there's only been so many floods I've been though.

Iris would have more helpful info.

She's been here around a decade.

[sixfeetofdirt]

So I've heard. But I find the perspective of those who didn't volunteer to be here more valuable.

[madaboutit]

Not gonna argue that for a lotta things.

But if you just want to know what happens as far as nuts and bolts, does it matter who's doing the telling?

[sixfeetofdirt]

People have an opinion even on the nuts and bolts, and I know whose I prefer to hear.

[madaboutit]

You might talk to Lark then.

He's a warden now, but was an inmate for a decade.

Or there abouts

Longest one I know by years.

[sixfeetofdirt]

We've talked a little. He is, as you say, no longer an inmate. It makes it difficult to accept his word at face value.