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To my fellow Inmates, a short broadcast for the time being:

I would be remiss in my role here if I were not to acknowledge that this ship is on the precipice of change, and for better or worse we know not what lies in store for us. Whatever its outcome, we must continue to entertain the notion that we will remain as we are, and this may gladden the hearts of very few.

It is my sad station that words are all that I can offer you and I continue to hope they bring some comfort. Keep home in your hearts, thoughts of skies, of pleasant smells and tastes, of warm feelings and kinder faces. You left them as heroes and every day that you resist, you continue to be heroes.

Behind this iron door, across the air and the barriers between us I reach out my hand to you.

I honor you.

I love you.

(ooc: Some things of note -- the Marquis is still an Inmate and has been for a long time. Presently unsorted, his door is unlocked, but much in the way he was when he first came to the real Barge, he can't comprehend that it's unlocked even though people can come and go pretty much freely. I'd like to presume that in times like this, when a Warden isn't assigned to bring him food, he patiently waits for someone he's friendly with to do it. Volunteers welcome.)

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I'm well stocked for the day. Please, with shortages you ought to think of yourself, or any Inmates whose Wardens are feeling especially fickle.

A short visit to my door would not go amiss, however.

Edited 2013-10-27 13:34 (UTC)

[She gives him a half smile, not arguing with him. He said the same thing everyone else did: take care of yourself. But it was pointless to do that. So she just took care of anyone and everyone else she could.]

I could do with a visit. I'll be there soon.

[She's there in only a few minutes. And though she knows his door is unlocked, she knocks anyway. Wardens tend to not extend courtesy to the Inmates, so she was adamant about doing so herself.]

[The Marquis is alone after a short visit with the Warden Riddick. He's expecting her, and she's one of the very few who knocks without finding a way in. This last month or two has been...good for him. Of course he raises the ire of many a Warden from time to time, but with no Warden of his own, more people come. He is less lonely. He's something approaching normal.]

Hello, Cheri.

[He does not approach the door.]

[She doesn't bat an eye that he doesn't come to the door. She asked once and only once why he never left his room, even though the door wasn't locked. In the end, she felt that he was usually safer in his cabin than out among the rest of them.]

Hello, elsiamore.

[She enters, and though her steps are strong, there's still a constant tension, a stiffness, about her. It comes from being in pain nearly all the time. But her freshest wounds were tended, and there's nothing else to be done about it. So she, as usual, pretends they aren't there.]

(ooc: Elsiamore means "Charmer" or "One Who Is Charming". I figured he'd know this by now.)

[He's risen to meet her, and despite the tattered state of his clothing, the age of his wig that somewhat ill-fits as he doesn't get the chance very often to cut his hair, his hands are behind his back and he bows with all the courtly grandeur he can muster.]

Milady.

You know formality isn't necessary with me.

[Her tone is far too warm with affection for her words to be considered an admonishment. She actually liked the reminder that she was a noble lady, and not just a half broken warrior. Which is why, despite the half-hearted protest, she bowed her head in return. To do more would just hurt. ]

But it pleases me nonetheless. [A small, regretful smile.] And now I must apologize, because I invited you here with an ulterior motive. A gift for you, if you're willing to accept it.

[That catches her by surprise. ]

A gift?

[He presents to her a folded napkin, the contents of which is a fresh, ripe strawberry.]

Saved specially for you, my dear.

[She takes the napkin, unfolding it carefully. The perfect red berry inside gets a soft, pleased intake of breath.]

It's perfect. Of course, I'll accept it. [Then she raises her eyes to his, a smile on her lips.] If you will share it with me.

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