Issue #70

[mistconduct]

Fuck me, we're four days into March and the port messed up my goddamn March Madness spread!

Fuck it, fine. Obviously since I can't watch college basketball on the Barge, we make our own entertainment here.

Bets are currently open to be placed on all inmates. It's $5 to play, 5 spots for $20. First inmate you picked to graduate gets paid out.

All unpaired inmates are wild cards - if you bet on them and they're first to graduate, you win a date with Loki in addition to the whole kit and caboodle.

Here's some sample odds I've got running;

Mickey - 2:1
The Emperor - 2:1
Abigail - 3:1
Cass - 3:1
Mira - 5:1
Tig - 10:1
Jax - 10:1
Touko - 20:1
Sylvanas - 25:1
Jerry - 25:1
Dean - 40:1
Arthas - 50:1

...Hey, does anyone else feel like utter crap?

Comments

[mistconduct]

Also you're not fucking meek.

[fridgetothefire]

Not currently.

I spent most of my life scraping and smiling and making whatever whispered or effusive apologies for my gross human presence that were required of me and then scampering away to hide.

[mistconduct]

Well, your family was always a huge bunch of dicks.

House of M, seriously.

[versusnurture]

I have never written fanfiction in my life, you psycho.

[mockinjay]

I'm not acting like anything. I just think you're an idiot.

[fridgetothefire]

Family, friends, assorted fanatical soldiers and hangers-on.

[They were all dicks. Every one of them.]

[mistconduct]

Yeah.

How'd you end up normal, again?

[mistconduct]

You wouldn't be the first, sweetheart.

[mistconduct]

Yeah, I'm the psycho.

Arthas/Admiral hatefic. Go.

[fridgetothefire]

I didn't.

[mockinjay]

Maybe you should take the hint.

[mistconduct]

Maybe you need to back me up on my awesomeness.

[mistconduct]

Normal in comparison to every other motherfucker in your DNA strain.

[fridgetothefire]

You're forgetting my mom.

[This is a venial sin. Everyone does.]

[mistconduct]

Remind me which one was your mom.

[fridgetothefire]

Her name is Magda.

[Is. Is. The only member of her family Anya didn't ruin, because her father had already done it so thoroughly.]

[mistconduct]

Gypsy?

[fridgetothefire]

Tsiganye.

[mistconduct]

Gesundheit.

[fridgetothefire]

[She rolls her eyes.]

I never heard her use that word, is all. But yeah.

[mistconduct]

Being part of a mutant family didn't make you enough of an outcast that you had to be that, too?

[fridgetothefire]

Guess not.

...I don't feel like one, really. She didn't talk about it much and I was only four when we left the village. I know the language but not...

[Wait, why is she trying to talk about this with Chris?]

Nevermind.

[mistconduct]

What?


No, c'mon, Anya. What?

[fridgetothefire]

[Uhg, fine.]

The whole...being a people part? Culture and community or whatever. I didn't live with them. I'm not...anything.

My Father didn't talk about Judaism, Mama didn't talk about what it meant to be Romani, I'm not Ukrainian, I'm not Swiss, I'm not a mutant, and humans tried to lynch me. You can't be an outcast if you were never part of anything to begin with.

[mistconduct]

Fuck.



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