12: Video/Spam: Fix this, Joe? --What's the problem?-- Ran out of time.

[omar]

[Video, Private to Chris, Sunday evening]

[Once upon a time, Omar hadn't minded the Barge so much. It's a prison, sure, but one with better food and more fresh air, and he'd actually really liked his warden. He and Leslie had had something of an understanding between them: she respected him by trying not to get too much in his face; he respected her by trying not to seriously hurt anyone that hadn't hurt someone else first. He'd still killed Ladd Russo twice, and she'd still taken steps against him both times, but he hadn't felt like her heart was really in it. At the end of the day, they actually kind of trusted each other.

He realizes now that he let himself get fooled into extending that trust to other wardens, too. Chris D'Amico has been a nightmare for him, pushy and rude and disrespectful and entitled, and while Omar had seen the part of Leslie that had actually wanted to help him, he's seen none of it in Chris.

Which is fine. He's a warden, after all. Omar should have remembered that most people here weren't going to be any different from most people back home: selfish and hungry. He should have remembered that any real prison warden is as much a part of the game as he is.

Time to remind Chris what their roles should really look like.

On Sunday evening Chris gets a series of video messages from Omar's communicator, one after the other, five in all. Each one seems to be filmed in the first-person perspective, at around chest height, like Omar stuck his communicator in his breast pocket and hit record. Each one depicts an attack: Jimmy, Mickey, Letty, Dark, and Arthas. The last one is very nearly current, which is good, because...]

[Open Spam for Level 1]

[...In the wake of escaping Arthas' cabin, Omar may have let the zombies out. Like Anya said: cleanup, aisle 7. Omar darts down the hallway just ahead of the pack, one of Arthas' shining gauntlets underneath his arm.]

((Omar is going to try to GTFO, but feel free to also use this post for general zombies-on-level-1 shenanigans!))

[Video, Public]

[Once Chris picks up his communicator, Omar starts broadcasting his reaction to the network at large. He really can't wait to see what happens.]

Comments

[Private]

[omar]

[This is the best Omar's felt in ages. He hears Chris's voice rise in anger over the melee behind him, but he switches the communicator off as he flees. He'll get back to him, but not until after he's stashed the gauntlet and thrown himself into an empty cabin.

He's sitting against a blank and featureless wall when he turns the video back on. He's breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead, but he looks entirely smug and self-satisfied.]

Told you something was coming, Warden. Not my fault you don't listen.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

[Chris, fumbling for the gun under his mattress, gets to his feet and starts storming out of the cabin]

You righteous little shithead. Fuck! Where the fuck are you?!

[Going to Omar's cabin first!]

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

[He's definitely not in his own cabin: the place is small and shitty to the point of being practically condemned and very clearly empty. Meanwhile, Omar grins when he spots the gun and switches the feed quietly to public.]

'Chu gonna do with that piece there?

[Gloriously public now]

[mistconduct]

I'm gonna put a motherfucking cap in your ass is what I'm gonna do!

[Hold me closer, tiny gangster]

You are so fucking gone, shitheel!

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

You think gunning me down your best-laid plan, Warden?

[Gloriously public now]

[mistconduct]

I think I'm going to haul your fucking ass to Zero, and it's up to you if you want to go the easy way or the hard way, motherfucker.

The fuck's wrong with you, man?!

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

Y'all already know what way it's going to be. You the one that chose it.

Re: [Gloriously public now]

[mistconduct]

Don't you fucking put this on me, asshole. I don't force you to fuck people up!

[And he's at Omar's cabin now and after checking to make sure he wasn't in there, starts to lock it to prevent Omar from going back in]

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

Naw -- but you played with fire and expected not to get burned 'cause you... what was it? Too cute to listen to anything but the sound of your own voice?

Ain't so cute when you need to do your job one way or the other, now, is it?

[Gloriously public now]

[mistconduct]

Oh, believe me, shithead, I've got no problem doing my fucking job when I need to. You're grounded. As in, I am going to put you under the ground for this.

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

You gonna have to work pretty hard for that. People might not like you so much after that.

[notdreaming]

[ Kara is very confused, but she can figure out more or less what's happening here. ]

Chris? Would you like a hand?

[mistconduct]

Kara?

Holy shit, what is this?

[notdreaming]

Omar has broadcast your conversation. That, and I can hear you on his comm shouting expletives. What did he do?

[mistconduct]

He fucking wrecked people, Kara! He went all Hannibal Lecter psycho on them!

[omar]

That seem like an overstatement. Only killed one person that I know of.

[notdreaming]

And then he turned it into a show. Whatever he wants to accomplish here, I think it's best it be taken care of as quickly and quietly as we can manage.

[mistconduct]

He's an unbelievably piece of shit. Can you come help me? He's being a prick and he's a ton bigger than I am.

[Gloriously public now]

[tucky]

Who'd you go after? What'd you do?

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

Killed somebody that crossed me. Robbed a few others.

[Gloriously public now]

[tucky]

Who'd you kill?

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

Boy name of Dark.

[Gloriously public now]

[tucky]

Oh, him. What'd he do?

[Gloriously public now]

[omar]

[Beat Omar in a fight. Unacceptable.]

Something he shouldn't have.

[Gloriously public now]

[tucky]

Did he deserve it, is what I mean. Did he do something like what Arthas did?