7th Wave [Video]

[tentacruelest]

It seems my warden's taken a leave of absence.

[Jones bends down, examining a comatose Captain Bush. He grunts, before reaching down and slinging the unconscious man over one shoulder, standing back up again]

For those wanting him, yeh'll have to seek my permission.

[And off he goes; not to the infirmary, but to his own room. Can't trust those doctors to fix him; can't trust anyone]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

I am perfectly happy to keep him in my company and not trouble anyone. You are the one causing the trouble here.

[lastincident]

You do realize that your first day here that you murdered a man, and have since made public threats of various nature. I'm not entirely inclined to trust you given the circumstances.

[tentacruelest]

If I murdered my warden - again - I'd have to contend with the stink. It benefits me to keep him alive.

[lastincident]

No you wouldn't. He'd automatically revive. Wardens do not need requests made for their revivals.

[ But whatever, okay. ]

Will you allow me to check on him in a few days, or will I need to get angry about it?

[tentacruelest]

His condition will remain much the same whether you check on him or not.

[lastincident]

It's allowing to monitor his condition while he stays with you, or having your door ripped off it's hinges and him taken by force, Captain.

Your choice.

[tentacruelest]

It's a poor doctor who feels the need to make threats of violence.

[lastincident]

It's a poor captain that'll not allow a doctor access to a patient.

[tentacruelest]

Haven't yeh heard, Banner? I am not captain of this ship or any, now that my time's passed.

[lastincident]

If you comported yourself as one, I imagine people would be more apt to indulge your title it's respect.

[tentacruelest]

The day men on this barge learn respect is the day the Admiral's revealed to be a little yapping terrier at the heels of the Devil himself.

[lastincident]

Your word, captain? Yes, or no. [ GOD must you talk so much Davy. ]

[tentacruelest]

And what of your word, sir?

[Nope nope nope]

[lastincident]

I'll give you my word that so long as I am able to check on Bush every few days, and maintain his good condition, that he can slumber in your cabin.

[tentacruelest]

You will announce yourself before entering, and not enter without my permission.

[lastincident]

I will even politely knock.

[tentacruelest]

I...

accept your terms, Banner.

[lastincident]

Thank you, Captain. I'll be down in a few minutes to check on him.

[ And he'll knock and everything like he said he would. ]

[tentacruelest]

[Limping to the door, Jones pulls it open, glowering down at Bruce. The smell of brine is heavy in the air, and a few inches of water rush out to drown Bruce's ankles once the door is opened]

Banner.

[lastincident]

Captain. [ Bruce glances down, and then asks: ] Does the water always build up like that?

[tentacruelest]

[Giving an indifferent shrug, Jones gives a nod to the miniature dam set up in the hall]

Thank your maintenance crew for that.

[lastincident]

Interesting. [ Weird, wet and interesting. ] May I come in?

[tentacruelest]

[Instead of answering, Jones leaves the door open and turns to limp away from the entrance. He drops down hard on his organ bench, eyeing Bush on his mossy, waterlogged bed]

Be my guest.

[lastincident]

[ Bruce is at least quick about it, but he frowns a bit at the condition of the bed. ]

Can I bring a tarp down? To separate him from the damp.

[tentacruelest]

A little seawater'll be good for him. Keeps bedsores away.