Chris D'Amico

Okay, Barge, here's the deal.

Operation Get Rorschach to Give Chris Back His Privacy Filters is in effect, starting right now. I'm soliciting ideas from the floor that do not involve;

-Apologizing to Jesse Pinkman
-Begging
-Sucking cock and/or other weird favors that involve signing my life away.

Right now what I'm thinking is downloading a bunch of hardcore porn and spamming him nonstop with it, but I want to persuade him, not make him break my wrists.

So you're a bunch of smart assholes. Help me out here. Let's brainstorm.

...

Oh, yeah. Before I forget.

[And he unravels three or four different Wanted posters from the last port, including one big glorious one with him and Cassel for "Causing a Disturbance"]

Kick-ass, right? I've got everybody's I could find. I'm going to make copies. Rorschach, I've got yours if you want it, but let me frame it first. Your hair's all weird, it's hilarious.

[open network post]

Cassel?

Asshole, pick up the phone.

God damn it, don't make me come find you.

Fuck.

Fuck, Warden, I'll be right back.

[Spam for Stephanie Brown]

[True to his word, Chris is off and searching once he can't find Cassel in his room. This is...seriously worrying. The whole thing is worrying, and when Chris is worried, his temper automatically flares.

If he doesn't find his friend soon, there's going to be hell to pay.]



[Later, open spam for Zero]

[Hell to pay, indeed. Speaking of which, his cell is pretty much as hot as Hell. He feels like he's baking alive. Leather and spandex is nice to wear in the relatively chilly streets of New York, but here in Zero Chris in his costume is roasting in agony.

Breaking out in a sweating, feverish mess, he sheds as much as he can, ending up in just his pants and undershirt and he's still too hot and starting to...see things...]


[ooc: The open network and the confrontation with Steph Brown happens back-to-back, so all replies will be post-landing in Zero.]

[Public]

So...hypothetically speaking, say you're an inmate and you catch your warden totally making out with some chick but they erase your photographic evidence but you still want to completely embarrass them on the network about it.

Are you believed? And how do you go about proving it? Hypothetically speaking. Because this totally didn't happen.

I'm serious.

[Inmate Filter]

So, uh...hey, fellow assholes in arms. Who's interested in putting heads together and helping me write a file on all the goddamn wardens here? Powers, ways to piss them off, things NOT to say if you don't want to get your ass handed to you...shit like that.

Takers? Seriously, tell me to piss off if you don't give two shits. Other than that, fucking contribute if you do. I just think it sucks they get to keep files on us and we don't on them.

[Private to David 8]

I have a favor to ask but I think you might actually find it fun. Break up the library monotony a little, right? Anyway, call me back.

[Private to Cassandra Cain]

I've got more books, so let me know if you want me to drop by or...y'know, whatever. Up to you. How's the inmate? Since I...last spoke with you yesterday.

[Private to Cassel Sharpe]

Are you seriously fucking worried about stationary, man? I have an art portfolio in my room. Let's start brainstorming.

Also obligatory you-got-a-warden gloating placeholder here.

[Private; Megamind]

You. Me. My warden. Let's talk.

For the love of fucking Christ! Whoever the emo asshole on Level 8 is who's blasting their goddamn music shut it the FUCK off?!

Yeah! You broke up with your trashy girlfriend! WE ALL HEARD IT. Who gives a fuck?!



[Private; Viewable to Adrian, Rorschach, and Iris]


Yo, Adrian. I think I've got it figured out.