[Open Prison Post]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Who: Anyone in the prisons/guarding the prisons/visiting the prisons/ aka YOU!
What: Open Prison Post
When: Any time from November 15th-December 14th
Where: Dungeons underneath Cair Paradisa
Rating: N/A, subject to change depending on whatever transpires

Leaves are still managing to find their way into the basement and crunch underfoot as the guards change shifts, or flutter their way in through the bars.

[[ooc: This is the second mass prison post. Prisoners/Guards/Visitors/Curious busybodies, feel free to tag in!AGain, this is meant as CR potential for those not free to roam the castle, and establish the Peace Patrol's function as a functioning police body. Sections will go up shortly, but feel free to add your own! Tag around/threadjack/etc; have fun and go wild!

Note: Consider all visitors are checked in and out and weapons left with a guard at the door!]]

Comments

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Wash, expression blank. He's not going to admit it.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You won't admit it, will you?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a low growl and looks away. Figure it out on your own, asshole.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hold on, I'll be in in a minute. [Getting the door opened and bringing the food in.] Sorry I left so much time between visits. We had a new arrival from home.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He tenses at that, knowing exactly who Washington is referring to and feeling all those urges boiling to the surface, clenching his fists and snarling.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm about as unhappy about it as you are. She predates the AIs. She expects me to still be the idiot I was around the Sarcophagus mission.

She was bossing me around almost immediately.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Food doesn't really matter now, Wash going on about AIs and Carolina and Maine pushes unsteadily off the bed to try and tower over him, despite the pain in his legs.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Meta, calm down and sit down. You can't do anything weakened from injuries with poor nutrition. You need to eat.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He stands there, slightly wavering, for a few more obstinate moments, but then his strength gives in and he sits back heavily on the bed with a low groan. He looks away, just breathing, quietly existing while internally he riled and wailed about AIs, and then glanced back as Wash with a resigned grunt, what you got?]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Looks like Wash wished up some nice fast food instead of cooking. Burgers and fries enough for both of them, even with how much of an appetite as he expects from Maine.] Better than the usual rations, right?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He tries to look disinterested, but yes. BGetter then usual rations. Much better then fluids.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You're hungry. Good to see.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He grunts and hunches in on himself. Getting him to admit he's hungry and getting him to eat are two distinctly different things, and he doesn't plan on breaking fast so easily.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Here. [Washington holds out a burger.] Eat.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the burger and looks up at Washington, and his dilemma is clear on his face. Fuck your burger, but damn he's hungry.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Please. Just eat something.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He finally gives a low grumble, and grabs the burger, and although he certainly doesn't look happy about it, his first bite is rather large and ravenous.]