01: Video : I got the shotgun, you got the briefcase

[omar]

[Omar's been laying seriously low since Risa, mostly staying off the communicators, keeping to himself. Friendly to anyone who's spoken to him in person, genial and even more or less polite, just... quiet.

But now, he's decided it's time to make his presence more known. The communicator switches on to show the pool table on level six. A dark-skinned man, marked by the glittering jewels in his ears and the large scar on his face -- like someone took a knife and slashed him from his forehead to his right cheek -- is sitting behind the table, sprawled out comfortably on a chair.]

Evenin', everyone. Thought it about time I introduced myself. My name-- [And this is something he waffled on, thought maybe to lie when he first showed up on Risa... But then he realized that anyone here who would know him, they would already know him.]

My name Omar Little. Any of y'all from down Baltimore way circa 2006 or so, you might already know of me. If not... [And this next part is said with a grin -- like it could be a joke, or maybe not.] ...I'm a new warden up in this piece.

And I got a question or two for y'all, if y'all got answers.

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[most_feared]

New York, 2010. It's a pleasure. [Terse intros are the best intros.]

My name is "K".

[omar]

[Hello, man who is clearly a cop of some kind.] Okay. You too, K. Thanks for the warm welcome.

[most_feared]

[He has cop stink like he rolled in it.]

What are you confused on so far?

[omar]

Same sort of things as most other new blood, I imagine. You know, how to do the job and all that.

[truth_is_cold]

I predict your answers will vary wildly in some cases between people. But feel free to ask. [Have a man with spiny arms on your screen, Mr. Little. And at an angle like he has his journal in his lap with his feet kicked up on his desk as he's having a drink.]

[omar]

[The alien-ness he's used to after Risa, where he had a number of adventures with a few young men of varying skin tones and, for a couple of very interesting hours, number of arms. He just grins.]

Just wondering when I should 'spect to be shacked up with an inmate, that's all.

[truth_is_cold]

He pairs us at the middle and end of each month. It will be publicly announced so you won't miss it.

Eerily.

As if he's standing behind you breathing down your neck.

[He takes a drink. Creeper Admiral is creepy.]

[timesbureaucrat]

That depends on the questions.

[omar]

Just lookin' to know when I get to get started. And if you got any advice to give, that wouldn't go amiss or nothin'. You know, what make a good warden and all. What they be lookin' for?

[timesbureaucrat]

The Admiral decides when you're assigned an inmate. It could be days, it could be months. Until then you can pick up other duties. Patrol, supervisory duties, and the like.

As for what makes a good warden... Try to keep your inmate from killing people. That's a good start.

[trenchcoatedly]

What questions?

[omar]

Well, looks like the other fellows got me covered on the calendar, so I guess I'll just ask you if you got any, you know, wardening advice. Wanna be a good warden and all. Best I can be.

[trenchcoatedly]

Be careful with ports and floods.

I would advise against judging your inmate. The way they act may have been fostered by their previous surroundings.

[thestarishere]

Oooh, another warden.

[Insert shark-like grin here. Ladd likes you already, if only because of all the FUN you could provide.]

This'll be good. I might have an answer or two, depending on what questions you've got.

Hell. I'll probably have a few answers regardless of the question.

[omar]

You a warden yourself, white boy?

[Something in him doubts it, although it's purely a gut thing. The guy could just as easily be a bad cop, or, based on what he knows of policework, what they call a good one. He just knows smiles that look like that, that's all.

One of them is his own.]

Lookin' for any spare advice you got lying around on the matter.

[thestarishere]

[The resulting explosion of sound could be interpreted one of two ways. He's either beyond amused or outright annoyed, but they really tend to look the same when it comes to Ladd. Sometimes he's even both simultaneously.]

HA. Ha-ha-ha. You're a funny one. Me? A warden? Now you're just being insulting, although I don't know if it's more offensive to me or the wardens!

Do I really strike you as a screw? Tell me honestly.

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[persuadeyou]

Did you get any answers?

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[omar]

One or two.

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[persuadeyou]

For one or two questions. Sounds like you're set.

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[zeitgeists]

They really are just pulling people in off the street, aren't they?

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[omar]

[Omar smirks.] Now what make you say that, boy?

[zeitgeists]

Well, for instance, you don't seem to have the slightest idea what you're doing... but perhaps we can blame the dear Admiral for that. The least he could do is write up a handbook.

[strangehistorian]

Hello, Omar! Welcome to the Barge! My name is Chromie, I work here also!

[omar]

Thank you, Miss Chromie. Nice to meet y'all.

[strangehistorian]

You too! Has anyone told you about floods yet? I've sort of made myself the unofficial welcome committee.