[Private to CK before the post]

We should talk.

[Private to Jedao before the post]

The Citadel is much bigger than I imagined.

[Video]

[Iago is surrounded by steam, which, at first, obscures his form in a light mist. He's shirtless, the scars along his shoulders finally thin and fully healed after weeks of work and a little futuristic wound care. He moves the camera slightly to show a beautiful wooden sauna in the back and sweat beading along his skin.]

I never thought that I would enjoy the heat so much, but it does wonders for the muscles. Join me, if you wish. In the Enclosure.

I have keys. [And he holds up a leather bracelet, one that he's worn before.]

My own, to keep.

[Because guess who fucking graduated and is a warden? Iago. From Othello.]

It has been a few weeks. Murderous rampages really do tend to coat the ship in a damp fog. And no one wishes to celebrate that way.

But come, come. Sit with me here. It helps any manner of ills.

[Spam]

[He is everywhere. In the ledger first, ripping his inmate page from the book and burning it on the deck, watching the ashes of it disappear into oblivion.

He takes a swim in the pool, keeps his shifts in the Lounge, just in case, and spends his time in all of the warden places that were closed to him before, just because.]