[Sure enough, she's on deck about five minutes later. She waves and smiles when she spots him, and makes her way over.]
Hi, Omar. It's nice to meet you.
[She pulls a still-packaged toothbrush out of her sweater pocket, and offers it to him. It's a light mint-green in color. She shrugs, a little apologetic.]
One toothbrush, as promised! Sorry, it's the most masculine color I had.
[He, too, looks apologetic.] Thank you for this. I'm real grateful. But uh... [And now he looks really apologetic.] Y'all said you had more than one -- would you mind real bad if I asked you for a second? Just in case, 'cause I'd hate to have to put out the call more than once, if you gets what I mean.
I only brought the one. The others are all back in my cabin.
[She'd been about to joke about the way he'd (apparently) dropped his in the toilet, but at the request for another, Laura starts to look mildly...puzzled? Unsure? Something within that family of mental states, at least. She knows what toothbrushes can be turned into in prisons (even if the Barge isn't strictly a prison), but if one intended to weaponize something, one wouldn't ask for it over a public filter, right? She sighs.]
Sure, I can give you another. Do you want to wait here, or follow me back?
[Indeed; her knowledge of weaponized toothbrushes extends only to shanks. Whatever he's got in mind, it's almost surely something she's unfamiliar with.]
Let's go. I don't want to leave you waiting in the cold.
[She heads back to her room, mostly keeping pace with him as she leads. It's not a long walk; her cabin is on the first floor. She closes the door behind them.]
I appreciate that. [Despite his enormous ego, he's not a loud man by nature, and he's perfectly quiet -- and perfectly polite -- as he follows after her.] This a real nice place you got here, ma'am. Laura, I mean. [He grins and has a seat in the armchair, folding his hands in his lap.]
[She calls to him from the bathroom as she retrieves another spare toothbrush from the bathroom closet. This one is purple.]
Thanks! It's not really mine. I mean, it is here. But this was my parents' house, back home.
[In which she also lived. There are three big differences in this version: first, her parents' bedroom is missing. Second, she has a new bed, completely unlike the one she'd slept in while alive. Third--and perhaps most important of all--the window in her bedroom no longer exists. Just four solid walls in that room.]
I'm thinking of asking the Admiral for a new layout.
[Too many memories in this one. She rejoins him and hands over the toothbrush, smiling.]
[It's certainly nicer than Omar's room, which is a condemned squatter's hole that he doesn't actually live in. He's slept there maybe once since his arrival, preferring to move around through the different empty cabins. Less comfortable than he prefers -- except when he beds down on a common room couch -- but safer, in his mind, when no one knows where to find him at a moment's notice.
Still, he's looking around appreciatively when she returns.]
The man likely to grant a request like that? Or is that only for y'all?
[He takes the toothbrush with a broad smile, the scar on his face crinkling pleasantly.] Much appreciated, Warden.
Just "Laura," please--and I don't know if he'll grant my request or not. I know he does change up rooms sometimes, when asked, but he's pretty fickle all the time. There's a warden who just recently asked for their inmate's room to be changed, but I don't know if that will work out.
[She's about to take a seat on the couch when she remembers that doing so would make her a rather poor hostess.]
Would you like something to drink? I have water, fruit juice, cherry Coke...
[This is all a little unexpected: go for a toothbrush, and suddenly he's being had over for, if not exactly afternoon tea, the closest thing to it he's ever had. Omar's good at not showing what he's thinking, but even he looks very slightly nonplussed.]
No, m-- no, thank you. I feel like I already asked you for enough today.
[You're the hetero boyfriend, Bruce; this one's gayer than Liberace. But he's going to make you proud, and then you can make friendship bracelets.] I'll come to you.
[Farmer in the Dell, huh. Bruce prefers the sound of his prey screaming as they see a giant bat shape descend on them. He takes the toothbrush out of his pocket and hands it over.]
Thanks. I takes dental hygiene real seriously, you know. [He pockets it along with the rest -- now up to six, counting his own. It's not ideal yet, but it might be enough if he can supplement with a few things from here and there. His razor, a box of Q-tips he found, some paper from the common room, two screws on the floor of his Hamsterdam bedroom... Yeah, this is coming together nicely.]
Hold up. [As long as he's got an ally...] While you at it, could also use something 'bout yea big. [He holds his hands apart.] Like them things you use to serve barbecue, something like that.
Don't think so... that oughta be enough to suit my needs. [His need for barbecue tongs. He grins brazenly.] Got an itch need scratching, figure that might help.
[Omar gives him a long look at that, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It would be incredibly stupid to admit to that while plotting with a cheerfully self-confessed murderer if he was, say, currently wired. Then again, that's exactly the kind of stupid Omar himself might be if he was feeling bold or pissed off enough.
But this is the better Batman, isn't it? Omar had scrolled through some of the network history after their first meeting, and, well... it'd have to be a seriously long con they're running if they want to fake everyone being so angry with him.]
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I have a few extra I haven't touched yet.
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[She'll never be a "ma'am," regardless of how long she manages to hang around. It doesn't sound right to her.]
Where can I find you, Mister...?
[She doesn't know his name, either.]
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[Sure enough, she's on deck about five minutes later. She waves and smiles when she spots him, and makes her way over.]
Hi, Omar. It's nice to meet you.
[She pulls a still-packaged toothbrush out of her sweater pocket, and offers it to him. It's a light mint-green in color. She shrugs, a little apologetic.]
One toothbrush, as promised! Sorry, it's the most masculine color I had.
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[She'd been about to joke about the way he'd (apparently) dropped his in the toilet, but at the request for another, Laura starts to look mildly...puzzled? Unsure? Something within that family of mental states, at least. She knows what toothbrushes can be turned into in prisons (even if the Barge isn't strictly a prison), but if one intended to weaponize something, one wouldn't ask for it over a public filter, right? She sighs.]
Sure, I can give you another. Do you want to wait here, or follow me back?
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Whichever's easiest for you, Warden. I already be imposing and all.
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Let's go. I don't want to leave you waiting in the cold.
[She heads back to her room, mostly keeping pace with him as she leads. It's not a long walk; her cabin is on the first floor. She closes the door behind them.]
I'll go get it. Have a seat, if you'd like.
[There's a couch, and an armchair.]
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Thanks! It's not really mine. I mean, it is here. But this was my parents' house, back home.
[In which she also lived. There are three big differences in this version: first, her parents' bedroom is missing. Second, she has a new bed, completely unlike the one she'd slept in while alive. Third--and perhaps most important of all--the window in her bedroom no longer exists. Just four solid walls in that room.]
I'm thinking of asking the Admiral for a new layout.
[Too many memories in this one. She rejoins him and hands over the toothbrush, smiling.]
I hope you don't hate purple.
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Still, he's looking around appreciatively when she returns.]
The man likely to grant a request like that? Or is that only for y'all?
[He takes the toothbrush with a broad smile, the scar on his face crinkling pleasantly.] Much appreciated, Warden.
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[She's about to take a seat on the couch when she remembers that doing so would make her a rather poor hostess.]
Would you like something to drink? I have water, fruit juice, cherry Coke...
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No, m-- no, thank you. I feel like I already asked you for enough today.
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I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. If you change your mind, though, it's not a problem. I'm always happy to get to know people.
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Don't mean no offense. Just assumed you'd want me out of your hair and all.
[He pauses.] ...What you think you gonna put in the new room?
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Sure, I have a couple.
Do you need any floss? It's important to floss!
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Is this too mean to do to her? ...Nah.]
Sure, warden. If it's important.
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But this is the better Batman, isn't it? Omar had scrolled through some of the network history after their first meeting, and, well... it'd have to be a seriously long con they're running if they want to fake everyone being so angry with him.]
Funny how things go the way they do, ain't it.
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