01 ⚓ Video ⚓ Strangers, who are you? Where do you sail from?

[hearrrtofgold]

[For half a second the feed catches the corridor outside of the mess hall, showing a blurred image of the walls before focusing on a new face. It's a rather handsome youngish male face, framed by brunet hair, adorned with a soul patch, beard, and moustache, and dominated by a prominent nose as well as brown eyes and lips pulled into a thoughtful frown.]

That is officially the weirdest way I've ever been sprung from custody.

Hi. Duke Crocker, token new guy, here to do - you know, all the typical crap. [Graduate an inmate, save his hometown and his best friends, possibly start an underground trade system, that sort of thing. No big deal.] Two things, before I go any further: first, mess hall and kitchen's this way on level one, right? I'm starving, and that hospital food isn't fit for an animal. Not even a spotted hyena would touch it.

Second, what the hell is the date? Is it still December, or is it June? Apparently it's been a really long time since I've seen a calendar. Someone should really do something about that.

Comments

[enchangement]

Waves that crash against the shore of knowledge and the rocks erode against the tide.

[ She gets more than bits and pieces but sometimes it's difficult to parse. Sometimes all she can do is react. ]

Never had it.

[hearrrtofgold]

You get too much?

[Most of what she says makes a metaphorical sort of sense to Duke, but now and then she loses him.]

Then we should fix that.

[enchangement]

[ An adult thing. Not the sort that Simon would ever approve of, given her deteriorating state.

She wants it. She wants to try coffee. ]

Okay.