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]

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[lastincident]

But we have no idea how long he'll be under. Could be weeks.

[tentacruelest]

Could be, indeed.

Bring your tarp. But it won't do him much good; everything turns to rot here, in time.

[lastincident]

Alright. It'll just be a few minutes.

[ And he heads off to do that, and will be back -- and knock again -- with his tarp. ]

[tentacruelest]

[Jones sits on his organ bench, looking wholly unimpressed with the idea of Bruce in his cabin]

Come.

[lastincident]

[ Bruce enters, and sets to work; he's more then able to move Bush's body as needed to get the tarp beneath him and keep him from being damp, and hopefully, that'll be enough for now. ]

Let me know if anything changes.

[ Like him vanishing. ]

[tentacruelest]

[With typical aloof annoyance, Jones watches the good doctor fuss around his inmate]

You'll know it when he starts his squawking up again on th' network.

[lastincident]

Alright.

Thank you.

[ And with this handled, he sees himself out for now. ]