[016] red like jungle burning bright -- accidental visual

[notafuckingnut]

Now what do we have here.  I get what's goin' on here, don't think I don't.

This here's what we call an Indian trade; you let me think I'm gettin' you this big bad schnitzel-eatin' sonuvabitch when really you're just handin' us all back over to the Krauts.  Thought you could get one over on me, dintcha.  Well HA, 'cause the joke's on you, now ain't

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[wardennolonger]

And here I thought I was getting a handle on this Barge business-- I didn't understand a bloody thing you just said.

[notafuckingnut]

...Barge what-ness? Hang on there a minute, Britannia. Are you sayin' we're on a ship of some kind?

[wardennolonger]

Hold on-- what did you just call me?

[notafuckingnut]

[A grin.]

Well I don't exactly have an actual name for ya, do I? Gotta make somethin' up.

If ever there was a group of Spartans in the Tarantino Universe...

[expectremorse]

[The battery life on Hoffman's communicator is pretty freaking special. It just keeps going and going despite him having stepped on it. Yes, that is a dude in ARMOR. A big muscly dude in armor.]

...What digs are these? Where must one dig.

YESSS

[notafuckingnut]

[...Whoa, now. That? Unexpected.]

No, not dig like the verb. You know. Digs. Places of habitation.

Ain't half bad for a Kraut cell.

...You do know you're kinda...underdressed, right?

YUP.

[expectremorse]

This is armor. [does he put emphasis on the syllables? yeup.] It is not meant to be a dress, dresses are for women.

[notafuckingnut]

I didn't say it was a dress. I said you were underdressed.

As in you ain't got a shirt on.

...Or pants. What the hell kinda place did I end up in, this some kinda...torture thing? 'Cause I gotta say, I am not impressed.

[Video]

[grahamcommawill]

[Give him a moment to translate to English and--nope, he still doesn't get it. But he does know you're in Richie's room and... really, thanks, Admiral. Video clicks on after he collects himself into something more professional and less FFFFUUU-]

Is there anything I can help you with? You seem a bit lost. My name is Will, I'm one of the... guides here.

[Video]

[notafuckingnut]

Lost? Nah, I always know exactly where I am.

Just don't always know where that fits in, is all.

[Pause, pause, and then confusion because if he IS in a German camp somewhere this is NOT the kind of person he would expect to be greeted with.]

...You American?

[Video]

[grahamcommawill]

Yes, I'm American. Lived in Florida before I came here, if that helps at all.

[Video]

[notafuckingnut]

It may.

You're not a traitor to your country, are you? 'Cause I can not abide traitors. We don't get along at all.

[dovehearted]

[ okay who's the guy on Richie's journal - he sounds like he came back from the war like when she was a kid and wasn't the same after, but... ] ...where'd you think you were?

[notafuckingnut]

Well, I was pullin' a two man escort service back to base to turn over one of the wiliest Jew-haters I have ever had the displeasure of meetin'. But instead I find myself in this here room without so much as an apology or a letter of appreciation.

...Why?

[He'd be suspicious of her, but she looks like a young girl. Clearly she's okay.]

[dovehearted]

[ She's gotten this figured out after meeting Raistlin's mother. ] 'Cause you're not where you're supposed to be. No one's traded you to anyone, you'll be out in a few days like nothing happened.

[notafuckingnut]

...Right.

Well I guess that'd explain the accommodations; looks more like a place you could actually live in instead of a camp.

[Yes, he is accepting this explanation altogether too easily, but hey. It seems reasonable. Ish.]

[systmadmin]

...Have you glitched?

[Because whaaaat did he just say.]

[fearbycruelty]

...Have I what?

[Have a baffled look; he doesn't know your strange words, strange man. He speaks English.]

[systmadmin]

[Have a concerned look back.]

Glitched. Malfunctioned.

What you said makes little sense. [The non-understanding is totally mutual.]