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.

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[patheticvillain]

[Wow, that's pretty long-suffering. He privately gives it a nine out of ten, because he could do longer and more suffering, but then, he's a professional.]

[Leaning forward conspiratorially, he smirks.]

Two.

[hearrrtofgold]

[Clearly Duke needs some coaching in this area, although he is perfectly savvy on the subject of kittens. Nodding seriously, he slides the calendar over without even so much as glancing at it, the way he might if he were accepting money from a trusted business associate.]

You dog. Fluffy coats and all?

[patheticvillain]

[With a nod almost as conspiratorial as the smirk-and-lean combo, Cassel glances at the calendar again, all self-satisfaction.]

The fluffiest coats you've ever seen. You won't be disappointed.