19 ⚓ Video ⚓ Such as poets love to celebrate

[hearrrtofgold]

[Backdated to Flood's End]

That was incredible! It was eloquent and lyrical and insane and I haven't been that confused since my first acid trip.

Well done, Admiral. Three out of five stars.

[Warden Filter]

Okay, who's got keys to the lab?

[Private to Philip]

Hi. You might not want to talk to me, but I'm Duke, the guy who's supposed to keep an eye on you. Is there anything you need?

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private

[broughtwhiskey]

[He doesn't want to particularly talk to Duke, no. But if his experience with that very strange girl that's fixated on him (Read: Abigail) is any indication, ignoring only serves to encourage people around here.]

I'm fine.

private

[hearrrtofgold]

[Plenty of inmates feel the same way. Duke would, in their plac. Forcing the issue isn't going to help anything.]

You're sure you don't need anything?

private

[broughtwhiskey]

I'm positive. If that changes, I'll let you know.

[Or he won't.]

[He isn't going to treat Duke any differently than he has any other warden trying to offer him help of any kind. He doesn't want to owe anyone anything. Period.]

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[hearrrtofgold]

All right.

[Let's be real, he probably won't. But for what it's worth, any debt someone incurs with Duke can be easily paid by stories.]

I don't suppose I could tempt you with pie.

private

[broughtwhiskey]

No. Thank you.

[He might be incredibly standoffish and distant, but he remains polite about it at least.]

private

[hearrrtofgold]

Suit yourself. Stay safe, all right?

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[broughtwhiskey]

[He just cuts the feed there.]