consultcriminal

[Hello, Barge. It's Jim, being his normal camwhore self. Whistling a tune, playing Britney Spears in the background, he rests his chin in his hands as he addresses the barge.]

Wardens, I've a question to you. What exactly ties you here? [He waves a casual hand at the camera.] Not those who are dead, of course. That's obvious. But the others? What's the point of your time here? Your deal?

What about those who have no deal? What about those who stay for their inmates? [He's obviously building up to something, as he pauses here for dramatic emphasis.] How many of you pretend to care when you really don't? That is the question everyone wants to know! [He chuckles a bit, overdoing his facial features, also just to prove his point.]

They're just your playthings, aren't they? Or...they seem to feel that way. [A tsk.] Not all inmates. Oh, I know that. [He taps his fingers together slightly as he sits back, away from the camera.] But aren't we supposed to be your number one priority here? You are employed by the Admiral. He is paying you to do your job. [And now he adopts a very concerned look.]

But I understand. Relationships have their place. Trip, you were recently married in port. My dear, dear Trip, please...go off. Enjoy your life. I will be here for you when you return. I have nowhere to go. I have nothing to do but wait...and wait...and wait for your return.

[A long pause.] Though it wouldn't be wise for you to be gone too long. [He cackles and shuts the camera off.]

[Jim's looking a little extra spiffy today. It might be because he didn't like being an animal...so he overcompensates.] The lynx. In some...hm...pagan...societies, the lynx is seen as a symbol of secrecy and wisdom. I've always had a soft spot for those archaic symbols, really.

[Yeah, he's trying to make himself feel better. He pauses, tapping his chin.] Oh, but you know what would be really interesting? If we all looked too much into what this Admiral person does. Yes. Let's all do that! [He waves his hands a bit because he's ~SUPER EXCITED~ and then stops, frowning.]

Or we could just say, oh well, that's the Admiral. I haven't been here long enough to brush it off so easily, I'm afraid.

So, for the rest of you, which is it? What do you generally do after a flood as your...oh, what's that phrase, coping mechanism? Brush it off? Or try and reason it out?

Come now, we just spent two days as animals. Why don't your brains just leak from your ears?

[Private to Coyo]

My dear Coyolxauhqui, do spare a moment for me.

[Private to Olive]

...tell me you have something better than Xena. Speaking of leaking brains, I cannot stand this rubbish any longer.

[Private to HIS Sherlock]

[Singsong voice.] I found your pet! [A chuckle.] Maybe the Admiral really does speak in symbols!

[OOC: As a heads up, Moriarty spent time as a lynx, but...I kinda got distracted by other stuff and forgot to post him. :c So if you want to assume an interaction, that's fine with me! He would mostly just be prowling and sulking.]

[The barge's newest camwhore is lazily lounging in his chair, dressed to the nines. As usual. He steeples his fingers together as he addresses the camera.] Well, I suppose this isn't too much of an inconvenience. I'm dead, yes? And this whole place, this vast, impossible place...is where I am supposed to get my redemption.

Please tell me if I've gotten that part correct. I do hate to be misinformed. [There's a pause as he sits up, seemingly unconcerned.]

But, not only have you graced me with [chuckle] such an accommodating cabin, you've given us plenty to do to take our minds off the fact that we're...well, in a prison.

[But now he gets excited.] And, you've given me my friend. Twice, even. And his [Oh so disdainfully:] pet.

Jim Moriarty. It's a pleasure.

[Private to Sherlock. His Sherlock.]

Come and find me.

[OOC: As clarification, I'm going to say that he's been here since he was officially accepted, but his bad luck was an inability to get his communicator to work correctly. So he just gave up and began just reading instead. Now that he's sure that it's over (and now that he's seen both Sherlocks plus John), he's going to try again. He's kind of gotten used to this place slowly, either staying in his room or going out when there's no one around.]