Issue #30

[mistconduct]

[Private to Barbara Gordon]

How do you take this shit, Barb? How the fuck do you keep going?


[Private to Infirmary Staff]

So what's the plan, Docs? I'm getting fucking bedsores. I want out.


[Private to Vesper]
Hey. Can we.

Look, pick up the phone. Just.

Can we talk?


[Later, public]

[He's still getting drugged every night, as much for his mental health as his physical. It's easier to get through the days when you're on a cocktail of anti-depressants.

This, however, has its disadvantages. Mainly that Chris is so exhausted that he sleeps through the night, unaware of his warden item beeping underneath the bed. The teddy bear - yes, his warden item is a slightly charred teddy - is recovered in the morning, still beeping, when Chris wakes up.

It's alarming, how he can go from sleepy and lackadaisical to fucking pissed in a single instant]


Who the FUCK killed Slevin?!

You assholes, I swear to FUCKING god, I will fucking come out of this bed and murder the shit out of you! Where the fuck is my inmate and who the fuck is responsible for this bullshit?! You think just because I'm in the infirmary doesn't mean I won't come there and murder you back, you utter shithead?!

Fuck. Someone get me a fucking wheelchair, or crutches, or whatever. Who saw him last?!

Jesus christ, you're a fucking pack of animals!


[After Slevin's been found]

Call off the search, his body turned up in the inmate showers.

Whoever did this; you're fucking dead. You hear me? You can't fucking run on a ship, dumbass. I'm coming for you.

Fuck everything.

Comments

[mistconduct]

He doesn't get to search, Iris! Fuck him!

[routemistress]

...Not today, we're searcching for bodies.

Calm your tits, Chris. I'm sure it weren't 'im and if it were, I'll be keeping 'im busy, won't I?

[mistconduct]

What if he goes for you?

[routemistress]

If you ever used your bloody Lassiebot, you'd know at once if that 'appened, wouldn't you? Rorschach will though.

Besides, 'e's not going to.

[mistconduct]

Because you're so psychic.

[routemistress]

...Well, yes.

[mistconduct]

...Right.

If he makes a move on you, kick his ass.

[routemistress]

'E won't. And I will if 'e does. Now breathe, lovey, we've got this.

[mistconduct]

I'm breathing. I'm fine, I just. Fucking christ.

[routemistress]

Swap you for my unkillable bastard if you like.

[mistconduct]

Which unkillable bastard would that be?

[routemistress]

I wouldn't've swapped Wade for anything.

[mistconduct]

I dunno. Rorschach is pretty fucking unkillable.

[routemistress]

Not as much as 'e thinks. Good at bouncing back, though. Gets that from me.

[She's grinning, in the way that makes it clear that's only half a joke.]

[mistconduct]

Yeah.

Slevin should be so lucky.

[routemistress]

That boy doesn't know 'ow lucky 'e is yet. 'Ow've you two been getting on, any road? I 'aven't liked to stick me nose in.

[mistconduct]

Not great. But he came up to see me a lot.

[routemistress]

That's a good start. Gloating, showing willing, bit of both?

[mistconduct]

I dunno. He never acted like he gave much of a shit.

[routemistress]

No, well, 'e wouldn't, would 'e? That one's all about appearances and 'e's in a position of disadvantage. But 'e did come.

[mistconduct]

Yeah.

Yeah, he did. And he really..didn't have to.

[routemistress]

You've got several big advantages with that one. One, 'e's clever and knows which side 'is bread's buttered. Two, 'e's not a rampaging psycho. Three, 'e wants out of 'ere and 'e knows 'ow to work inside a system. You won't need to waste months convincing 'im you're both after the same thing; you just need to settle between you 'ow you're working it.

[mistconduct]

He's going to hate me for this. If one of my fucking enemies did this I'm going to freak out.

[routemistress]

What were you meant to do about it from the sickbay? It's not like any of us saw this coming.

[mistconduct]

God damn it, I thought we KNEW all the psychopaths on board.