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♻ 001 | video/spam

[It's Christmas, Barge residents. And as it happens, one of your new arrivals is a Christmas angel.

Well, okay, she's just dressed up as one. Interestingly enough, it was Christmas on her world too, and she just got done performing in a Christmas pageant: she's wearing a white costume robe, and has a tinsel crown on her head. The front of her robe is bloody and dirty, and torn in a few places-- and given how beat-up and damaged her face looks, it's probably safe to assume that at least some of that blood is hers.

Currently she's wandering into to common area on level 6, a bit unsteady on her feet. She's also filming herself, because she found a fancy phone so why the hell not. Soon enough she stops walking and poses dramatically, arms held wide.]

Be not afraid-- for behold, I bring good tidings of... of, uh...

[And then she collapses. So yeah, that's a thing that's happening.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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I'm saying you may not know as much as you think you know. And on this ship, confusion is inevitable at some point.

You think I got lied to. Is that it?

[Wow. It's like totally either black or white in your head, isn't it?]

Possibly, though not necessarily intentionally.

Now, that's where you're wrong-- because he was my lawyer, and he can't lie to me.

Lawyers are professional liars. They'll say anything to win a case.

Yeah, but not to me. He can't lie to me. I'm his client.

[She's like... 56% sure that's how it works.]

[Venus isn't exactly an expert on the legal system but she does know how people work.]

How much did you pay this man? I mean, was he a Dream Team-level lawyer or just some fellow from the public defender's office?

He weren't a public defender, but I didn't pay him at all. My fans took care of it.

Your...fans? Just what is it you did that got you arrested?

Saved the lives of the unborn.

And how exactly did you do that?

[She just gives a little shrug.]

Ain't you supposed to know that already, if you're a warden?

Only your warden will know the details. He or she will be the only one who reads your file.

Oh.

[Beat.]

So you don't know what I did? Anything?

I only know what you've told me.

Do I have to tell you more?

[Her tone is slightly resigned; she fully expects the answer to be "yes".]

No, you don't. Hell, you don't have to put up with me at all. You ask me to leave and I will. As long as you're not doing something you shouldn't, my authority over you is limited.

[This is so weird, and so completely not what she's used to. Guards who don't know about prisoners' histories? Guards who say you can tell them to leave, and who claim that they'll actually listen? Guards who openly admit that their authority is limited?

Hot damn.]

What am I not supposed to do, 'cause in my old place telling you to leave would be doing something I shouldn't.

For now, the rules are pretty simple: no fighting, no stealing, no vandalism.... Basically anything that would get anyone in trouble anywhere. Behave in a civil fashion and you shouldn't have any problem.

What if they deserve the fight? Like what if they're asking for it, or you need to defend yourself?

If they're 'asking for it'...just say no. Say no and walk away. If someone comes after you, then run away. Or call for a warden. There's usually one around--our living quarters are mixed right in with the inmates' cabins.

That's just gonna make them think I can't take care of myself.

This isn't a normal prison--you don't have to prove you're the toughest bitch on the cell block to survive. And if there are any inmates dumb enough to think that way, well, they're not the kind of people whose opinions you should worry about.

[She crosses her arms.]

Are you calling me dumb?

How did you get dumb out of what I just said?

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