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13: Spam: Man got to live what he know.
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[Omar is a roamer. As long as he's not forced to stay in his cabin -- in his cell, comfortable as it may be -- he spends very little time there. He's just as likely to sleep in an empty cabin, or even once or twice in the Enclosure. He keeps bizarre hours, and he keeps them largely to himself.
None of this is new. This is how he's been since he got here the first time. Since his last death toll, though, he's become even more erratic in his efforts to stay unpredictable, and the recent spate of unwarranted brutality has him feeling especially restless. He can be chanced upon at all kinds of odd times and places: at the library early in the morning, in the showers and the laundry room around noon, eating in the dining hall in the late afternoon. In the evening, smoking up on the deck with so many of his fellow passengers, because it's not actually that he's antisocial -- just very, very careful.
Careful enough that he takes data, and so some of the newer passengers may or may not be surprised to glimpse him out of the corner of their eyes every now and again. Maybe even writing something down.]
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[But there's a predictability even in unpredictability, and he does from time to time spend the night in his cabin, if only to keep up the illusion that he does so much more often. It might take a more careful observer a while to figure out when he's likely to return, but the time comes around eventually.
It's late in the evening, but he's been up for the last 36 hours, and he's tired -- and therefore both baffled and a little annoyed to hear a knock on the door right when he's about to lay his head down.]
Man, who is it?
[Edit: Voice to Ricki, post-Tiffany spam]
You know what? I remember a time this place didn't feel like a cross between a day care and a circus.
[Edit: Spam for Luna, post-pairings announcement]
[Omar's been playing the warden shuffle for a while now. At best, it's been ineffective -- the closest thing he's gotten to a decent temporary warden, in Horatio, got ripped away from him halfway through the month. At worst, it's been disastrous. So he's not inclined to pay much mind to the announcement, not anymore. He goes about his day. Let Luna Lovegood come to him, if she likes.]
[Omar is a roamer. As long as he's not forced to stay in his cabin -- in his cell, comfortable as it may be -- he spends very little time there. He's just as likely to sleep in an empty cabin, or even once or twice in the Enclosure. He keeps bizarre hours, and he keeps them largely to himself.
None of this is new. This is how he's been since he got here the first time. Since his last death toll, though, he's become even more erratic in his efforts to stay unpredictable, and the recent spate of unwarranted brutality has him feeling especially restless. He can be chanced upon at all kinds of odd times and places: at the library early in the morning, in the showers and the laundry room around noon, eating in the dining hall in the late afternoon. In the evening, smoking up on the deck with so many of his fellow passengers, because it's not actually that he's antisocial -- just very, very careful.
Careful enough that he takes data, and so some of the newer passengers may or may not be surprised to glimpse him out of the corner of their eyes every now and again. Maybe even writing something down.]
[Spam for Cold and Dark]
[But there's a predictability even in unpredictability, and he does from time to time spend the night in his cabin, if only to keep up the illusion that he does so much more often. It might take a more careful observer a while to figure out when he's likely to return, but the time comes around eventually.
It's late in the evening, but he's been up for the last 36 hours, and he's tired -- and therefore both baffled and a little annoyed to hear a knock on the door right when he's about to lay his head down.]
Man, who is it?
[Edit: Voice to Ricki, post-Tiffany spam]
You know what? I remember a time this place didn't feel like a cross between a day care and a circus.
[Edit: Spam for Luna, post-pairings announcement]
[Omar's been playing the warden shuffle for a while now. At best, it's been ineffective -- the closest thing he's gotten to a decent temporary warden, in Horatio, got ripped away from him halfway through the month. At worst, it's been disastrous. So he's not inclined to pay much mind to the announcement, not anymore. He goes about his day. Let Luna Lovegood come to him, if she likes.]
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[She slides one out and lights up.]
Oh yeah, and I'm Tiffany.
[She's assuming that he forgot her name.]
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I know who you are.
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Okay.
[She shrugs, and settles back against the Barge wall.]
It don't freak you out, being out here?
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Not really, no.
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[He's not even sure, in retrospect, that any of the stars he saw back home were actually stars. Satellites, maybe, he thinks.]
And I can't say that the view didn't do a little awe-inspiring when I first got here, but... freak out? Take more than that.
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[Even in Karazhan.]
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[Yes, but he's not really going to tell her about that.]
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What is it you afraid of?
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... Disappointing people. Getting hurt and seeing people I care about get hurt. Getting an inmate and doing wrong by them.
Lots of things.
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Out here I'm afraid of falling and not ever stopping.
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And as to the rest...
[He stalls with his smoke, taking another drag, then rolling the cigarette back and forth between his fingers. He can't say those are fears of his -- disappointing people, hurting people -- but there are certainly regrets in there.]
'Chu mean, doing wrong by your inmate?
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Real civic-minded of you, Warden.
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It means you gonna have to eat a little crow, I think.
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[Not even for the sake of her future, hypothetical inmate - and she's pretty sure that makes her a bad future, hypothetical warden.]
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[This isn't said unkindly. It's a nice thing for her to have done. It's the kind of thing Leslie would have done. But Leslie had been painfully short-sighted and downright naive at times, and so is this.]
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[Not after seeing how much better it had made Lourdes feel.]
But I feel bad 'cause I think I probably should regret it, maybe.
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[It is, in fact, inevitable.]
Unless you prepared to go into the business for yourself, anyway.
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