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[moreincommon]

Um, look.

Not really being much of a fighter or a genius on the fly, I'm not sure how much I can help in this upcoming port. What I can do is ask the Admiral for supplies of basic survival gear to pass out to anyone interested. I'm talking backpacks, waterbottles, compasses, tents, freeze-dried food, rain ponchos, flashlights, emergency blankets, that kind of thing. I'm going to try to start putting together packages for any teams that might go out, and if you want one, please let me know.

[Private to Satsuki]
How have you been feeling lately? I wanted to talk to you about your friends again.

[Private to Junko]
It has been a long time since I heard from you. What's going on in your life? Are you still despairing?

[Private to Anya]
I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. You wanted to talk?

[Private to Megamind]
...Is there any chance you're free for some video games tonight?

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[mistconduct]

[He grimaces, shrinking back in his seat] Sometimes I just get the idea where they look at me and they just know, y'know? Like it's written on my forehead in big black letters and they're laughing because they know and I don't know they know. Assholes..


..I don't know. It's just wrong. It's always been wrong for me. There are certain things you do when you're a guy and one of those things is not fucking around with other guys.

derp my grammar in that last comment

[moreincommon]

The fear of transparency is very, very common for people in this situation, and a lot of the time it's unfounded. Who do you feel is looking at you this way? Is it specific people or kind of a threatening, abstract "other"?

Well, different cultures have different ideas as to what behavior is acceptable. Can you tell me a little more about your background and/or beliefs?

noo worries!

[mistconduct]

Well, a lot of the time we didn't have psychics and supergeniuses. My next door neighbor probably knows thanks to a goddamn flood.

We believe in God where I come from. I'm, um. My family is Catholic, we went to church and shit. You know, the usual.

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[moreincommon]

Who is this next-door neighbor?

And are you a pretty religious person, on a day to day basis? Assuming you pray or study scripture, something like that. A solid connection to your spirituality.

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[mistconduct]

Megamind.


I mean. I pray and shit, if I need guidance or I don't know what to do. I was praying to keep Cassel and everyone safe for this goddamn port coming up.

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[moreincommon]

I'm sure he has no idea. And even if he did, he wouldn't treat you any differently. He doesn't have any issues with gay or lesbian people.

Well, can you do something for me, later tonight or tomorrow? Will you go to the chapel on board and pray, and ask God if He's mad at you? Actually –– here. [He fishes a ballpoint pen and small hardback notebook out of an end table drawer, checks to see that it's blank, and offers it to Chris] Here. Take this, and write down what you think and feel and experience while you do it.

...Chris, I want to make sure you get through this port all right. Can I give you or your warden one of the emergency packages I'm making?

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[mistconduct]

He might. This Barge lets you fuck with people's heads, all of a sudden what you know now isn't what you know then.

[He reaches out to take the notebook, looking it over and uneasy at the idea of leaving behind evidence to be used against him. So far he's only dared to speak his thoughts out loud to Mark; writing them down feels more permanent]

My warden reads my notebooks.

What emergency package?

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[moreincommon]

Yes, but you return to normal in time, don't you? [He's close to asking what would happen if Chris and his friend ended up together in a breach or flood, but refrains.]

You don't have to take it then. Or you can leave it here and write in it, if you'd rather. No one will read it without your express permission.

I want to put together survival supplies for people going out into the next port. Tents, emergency food, water, blankets, ropes, that kind of thing.

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[mistconduct]

I guess. But some of your memories stick with you. I'm still having trouble getting pirate thoughts out of my head.

[He flips through the blank pages, frowning]

I'd rather leave it here and write in it. Rorschach reads anything I write anyway, he'd probably think twice about breaking into another warden's room.

Oh, for real?

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[moreincommon]

You know I still keep turning my head to preen my wings?

That's fine. And if you want, there's an old desk in Randall's room that has locking drawers. I think there are two keys, do you want one?

Yes? It sounds like people will need them.

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[mistconduct]

What the fuck, wings? Seriously?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. I mean, it won't stop him from breaking in but maybe I'll actually know when he knows when the lock's been broken. Who's Randall again?

Well, I mean. Couldn't hurt.

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[moreincommon]

I was a parrot for Iris and her friend Wade. Don't tell anyone that, all right? [He grins apologetically.]

Randall's my roommate. He's a zombie, so he kind of punches his walls and door now and then, but his furniture is usually in good shape.

It's better to have more supplies than less. I don't want to see anyone get hurt due to something avoidable, like lack of shelter or first aid.

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[mistconduct]

Holy fuck. At least I wasn't an animal.

....That's. Wow. Fuck, I didn't know you got roommates on the Barge. Seriously, he won't mind me using his shit?

Dude, tell me about it. The other day I found out that Rorschach's never been to a dentist, never been to a barber, never had a goddamn vaccination in his life.

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[moreincommon]

It wasn't so bad, actually! Except they shot at or near me. I wasn't too fond of that.

Oh he's not my roommate here, he's my roommate back home. Still, his room's over there. [Mark waves toward the room; It contains a small desk and a full-size pool table, but little else besides the broken spots of punched plaster on the wall.]

Really? How does he cut his hair or get cavities filled?

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[mistconduct]

Yeah, getting shot probably sucks. I don't know, no one's ever shot me.

[Eyebrow. Raise. What's with the pool table, srsly] ...huh.


He cuts his own hair and I guess he brushes really well? He's only been to a doctor by force. Flipped his shit when I said I wanted him vaccinated against tetanus.

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[moreincommon]

I've been shot full-on once, and that wasn't fun at all.

He, uh, doesn't sleep. He needs something to do to keep him from getting bored.

But... Tetanus is a harmful disease definitely worth the vaccination.

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[mistconduct]

Shit.

You know, I really think he would rather just die than go to a doctor for something stupidly preventable. He went off on this crazy conspiracy spiel about metals and probably thinks vaccines cause autism and shit.

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[moreincommon]

Does he know there's no scientific evidence to back that claim up?

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[mistconduct]

Probably he thinks it's Big Pharma co-conspiring with whoever-the-fuck-knows to cover up the truth and you're a tool for buying into their lies.

Or something, I sort of tune it out after a while. Seriously, it's like yelling at a wall.

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[moreincommon]

He sounds kind of paranoid.

He just won't change his opinions no matter what?

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[mistconduct]

Not about doctors.

I was thinking about using a blowgun on him while his back was turned but then I thought I liked my spinal cord straight and intact.

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[moreincommon]

Not about doctors?

Good thinking. I'd hold off on that for now.

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[mistconduct]

I mean, he won't change his opinion on them. But yeah, he's hella paranoid.


...So, I guess whenever I'm feeling messed up shit I can sneak in here to write about it?

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[moreincommon]

Well... that's unfortunate. I hope he'll reconsider his views.

You can come in anytime and write or say whatever you want. There's no judgment in this apartment.

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[mistconduct]

Wow. That's actually pretty funny, Mark. I thought you didn't know how to crack a joke.

You lock your apartment when you're not here, right? No one's going to break in?