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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[strangehistorian]

Hi there!

[She scurries over and offers a hand to shake.]

There isn't a lot of entertainment besides reading.

[omar]

That's the point, ain't it? [He shakes her hand with all due courtesy, then looks over the book titles.] I might take one or two out, myself.

[strangehistorian]

Great! I'm almost always here if you need help finding anything.

[Chromie pulls a leaflet out of her sleeve and presents it.]

[omar]

[He gives it a thorough enough read-over, although some of it's information he already has. The numbers make him raise a brow, though.] This here is real specific, ain't it?

[strangehistorian]

I tried to make it as specific as I could. It will be changed if the data suggests it should be!