001 - Audio

[fillyourhand]

[Rooster has been aboard since late last night, exploring. Feel free to assume your character saw him at some point; however, he did a lot of ignoring and walking away.

His first entry is heralded by a feedback whine from the microphone. He’s apparently talking to himself at first.]- can’t do nothing right. Everything’s got to be new and polished

Comments

[Video]

[notarrowette]

[Cissie is so torn between flailing over John Wayne and being slightly disappointed/offended that John Wayne is totally sexist. So she'll just... smile.]

I'm pretty sure the Admiral will give you most of those things if you send him a message, but the horse might be an issue. Welcome aboard.

[Video]

[fillyourhand]

Well, thank you, Baby Sister. I've heard I'm going to have some trouble with horse; I think I'll just wait until I'm done doing my job and take it along with me.

[Not sexist. Just clueless. Totally didn't know there were women aboard.]

[Video]

[notarrowette]

Probably a good plan. It might be a while before you're assigned an inmate, but it's rarely boring around here while you're waiting. I'm Cissie.

[At least she's not offended by the nickname?]

[Video]

[fillyourhand]

Cissie's a fine name. Fine name. Short for Cecilia, I guess?

Are you a doctor, too?

[You're either a doctor or you carry a gun, apparently.]

Private Audio.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Bloody hell! It's... freaking John Wayne! Slater doesn't know whether he feels safer or more scared. Get him on your side, man! He scrambles over the communicator and makes damn sure this is private. Of course, there's a big ol' silence while he a) panics over what he's gonna say to John Bloody Wayne, let alone what this 'Rooster' guy, b) fights the overwhelming temptation to Ol' Western accent at him, because that'll go down well and finally clears his throat. He has absolutely no problem calling this guy 'sir'.] Hello, sir. I'm... I'm Roy, Roy Slater. From... from England.

Private Audio.

[fillyourhand]

[Bwaha]

Pleased to meet you, Roy Slater from England. I guess you're an inmate here.

Re: Private Audio.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Blimey! He's even talking back! John Wayne is talking back to him! Slater is silently flailing on the other end. Stay cool, Slater, stay cool. Uh... what was the question?

He freezes. Ahh! Can't give him the impression that he wasn't listening... oh! Oh! Now he remembers!] Yes, sir. I'm an inmate here.

Private Audio.

[fillyourhand]

Well, we'll be seeing a lot of one another, then. Who's your warden?

Video

[scruffynerdhrdr]

[Chuck never watched too many westerns as a kid but by God he knows John Wayne when he sees him! He's a bit flustered.]

Uh, hi! Hello. Mr. Cogburn. Sir. I'm Chuck. Chuck Bartowski. Welcome aboard.

You might not get an inmate to manage for a little while. I've been here two months and I haven't been matched up yet.

Video

[fillyourhand]

Now, there's that video again. I'll be god-

[Yep, talking to himself. Back to you, Chuck.]

Two months and no inmate. That's quite a wait. Just how does the Admiral choose what inmates go where?

Video

[scruffynerdhrdr]

I could turn it off if you want? Sorry, should have thought of that. I usually use video.

I don't think anyone really knows how the decisions work - but I'd rather have an inmate I work well with than someone just kind of thrown at me, you know? So I don't mind waiting too much.

Video

[fillyourhand]

Leave it. I'm learning how this contraption works.

I don't mind waiting a month or two, so long as I'm not here for four years like the Captain.

Someone needs to smash that fourth wall.

[you_run_i_chase]

Holy fuck it's John fucking Wayne.

YES.

[fillyourhand]

Who?

[you_run_i_chase]

John Fucking Wayne, star of a million fucking cowboy movies.

[fillyourhand]

Now, you listen to me: I'm not a cowboy and I ain't been one since before I rode with Quantrill. I am a U.S. Federal Marshal and I'll thank you to remember that.

[John Wayne aside, of course.]

[grand_lotus]

[Iroh sounds old, his voice a little dessicated, and he has a noticeable Japanese accent - not enough to impede understanding of what he's saying at all, but it's there.]

It seems that much has already been explained to you, Marshal, so I shall simply welcome you to the Barge. My name is Iroh; I am a Warden here, and I manage the breakfast shift in the kitchen.

[fillyourhand]

Iroh. I know a China-man - Chen Lee, by name. Don't suppose you know him.

[...]

[grand_lotus]

[Welp. Iroh's learnt about China and he's used to casual racism thanks to the freakshow breach! So uh hooray.]

Not as I recall, no.

[fillyourhand]

[He is a product of his time, lack of education, and drunkenness. Forgive him.]

You'd like him. Don't ever play cards with him, though. You never know what's on his mind, and he'll win every time.