002 .ЯR. November 25 -- accidentally public + spam

[stepintoshadows]

[Scratchy, cramped handwriting appears on the comm, legible but barely.  His fingers had begun to itch for action, activity, purpose, something, and while he was separated from his face and there's a not-inconsiderable part of him that laments the fact...it's useless to dwell and it served him poorly in the end anyway.

So instead he falls back on

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[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Personal zookeeper?

[Private]

[stepintoshadows]

[Have a scrawled response; it hides his irritation at the "invasion".]

Invading privacy already? Should be less surprised.

[Note to self: familiarize himself with the device more before posting something in the future.

No, he's not admitting that he's the one to blame for making his posts easy to snoop.]

Allow inmates to roam freely within confines of expansive cage that gives illusion of relative freedom; atmosphere more like a zoo than a prison.

[No, he's not apologizing.]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

[He'll point it out gently for you. :V]

If you don't want people 'invading your privacy', I can show you how to fix the settings. And if you'd rather have a book to keep a record of stuff, you can ask the Admiral for one, or I've probably got a couple extra notebooks lying around if you want one.

[Private]

[stepintoshadows]

[About 10 minutes pass before he replies.]

If you aren't planning on using them.

[private]

[scarlet_discord]

I am one. Though the other capes would never consider me one of them except maybe Luke. They don't approach me and they aren't friendly. Of course they never ask for my help. I think they look down on me because my tactics aren't one hundred percent shiny-white-knight.

Then again they were fucking useless when I was the one who needed saving, and didn't even have a word of camraderie or comfort for me.

Fuck 'em. I'm more Frank Castle than Batman anyway.

[private -- written]

[stepintoshadows]

You can't treat an encroaching sickness with pacifying methods; impossible for the afflicted to understand the allowances. Only solution is to act in accordance to what they do understand. May be unpleasant, but necessary.

Typical of humanity; all too willing to utilize your capabilities while still useful, but equally eager to abandon when to do otherwise is no longer convenient for them.

Which one are you?

[private -- written]

[scarlet_discord]

I can do unpleasant. I don't like it as much as I used to but I can do it.

You make sense. You're way intense but anybody who contemplates these problems seriously is going to get that way.

I'm the Scarlet Witch. Asskicker-in-training.

[private -- written]

[stepintoshadows]

Suppose so. Haven't noticed.

Interesting way of putting it.

[raisedinabox]

...

Not that I'm criticizing, but was this intended to be private by any chance?

[visual -- written]

[stepintoshadows]

Yes.

[visual -- written]

[raisedinabox]

It might be an idea to get a pen and paper for things like this in the future.

Still, it's good to know that your warden's not entirely deplorable.

[visual -- written]

[stepintoshadows]

It's like a computer; I assumed it was possible to store observations away from watchful eyes. I will not make the same mistake again.

Too early to say for sure; there are plenty of seemingly good people who ultimately prove unwise to associate with.

[private -- still written]

[stepintoshadows]

Waiting. Not the same thing.

[private -- written]

[stepintoshadows]

Shouldn't be difficult to uncover trick.

[Spam] Drop by, you say? Why, sure!

[likeprofesional]

[Best thing about Thanksgiving? The leftovers. Hot turkey was good, but cold was even better. Maybe he developed a taste for it over the many, many times he went without heat. Maybe it just tasted... more flavorful somehow. Point being, he now headed to the kitchens to grab a bite or two, unaware how much it'd become a holiday tradition, in a way. To him, it was just something he always did.

On the way he spots Rorschach. Don't know him from Adam, but he knows well enough not to bother him. Shrugs, continues on with his snack retrieval. That survival instinct lasts long enough until he returns.]

Don't you have a room for that kinda thing, man? [Translation: Being alone in the giant freakin' dining room? Just a tad creepy.]

[Spam]

[stepintoshadows]

[Rorschach had been completely involved in his narrative; it was important to get his thoughts onto paper - so to speak - as soon as possible, while they were still fresh in his mind. A lapse often resulted in muddled recollection, and while there was little to recall as of yet, it was no excuse to abandon habit. The transcribing was as much compulsion as anything else.

But he's interrupted in his thoughts by the man standing nearby. He glances up briefly, just long enough to see the intruder, then returns the bulk of his attention to gadget and stylus, and just about every bit of his body language is saying "leave me alone or else".]

Spent enough time in a cell already.

[Spam]

[likeprofesional]

[Mr. Pink is intentionally uninteresting. Usual suit and tie getup. Only thing of interest might be the small plate he holds which, if the foil wrapped tightly around it was any indication, had at least a handful of turkey piled on it.

He should acknowledge the man's want for privacy and just continue on. The whole 'fuck off' vibe? Loud and clear. Still, it's a boring night on a boring ship.]

You aren't the only man who's done time in this place. That's nothing special about you. But, shit, alls I'm sayin' is we're connected enough around this place. What's private about the dine hall where just anyone can walk in? [Case in point, ahem.]

[Spam]

[stepintoshadows]

[He scoffs; at least here he's allowed in general population. For now, anyway. And there are ways to gain privacy even among other people. Rorschach's very good at getting it, as evidenced by the fact that he still hasn't bothered to give Pink his full attention.

His tone and expression are both blank, an expanse of impassive canvas devoid of emotion.]

And you expect seclusion of room to provide more. We're in a prison. No such thing.

Used to interruptions anyway.