Wear, tear, and rust. (
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Who: Angeal; you
Where: All over the place where inmates can get.
When: Presently.
Warnings: Potentially, canon typical violence, human experimentation, Science!!!
One of the newer inmates is.. depressingly boring. He hasn't yelled about anything, or complained about absent powers, or thrown a fit about being kidnapped from home and imprisoned, he hasn't even whined once about the accomodations! He'd turned up, briefly prowled the ship, and then ... gone looking for something useful to do.
Which is easier thought than done, with how everything is under lock and key. At least one place is a free for all, and the Laundromat means washing and folding someone else's clothes simply because they're there and the owner is absent. Who's are they? He has no idea, they're unattended. And now they're clean, folded, and sorted by color; he's done enough laundry to know what to do with all kinds of fabrics, and nothing's gotten destroyed or shrunk in the process. Left alone for long, he's going to go for the next unattended washload.
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Time is spent in the greenhouse as well, but that ... is less productive, as anything useful is locked up. It leaves Angeal sitting around after a while, watching the fish in the fish pond with idle interest, marveling a bit at the sheer amount of life they'd managed to stuff somehow onto a prison ship. The sound of someone else nearby doesn't draw his gaze from the fish, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know they're there.
"It's not what I was expecting for a prison. A bit more green than the ones I've seen before."
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While Angeal is perfectly comfortable with the average flip phone, the communicators on the barge are ... a bit advanced compared to what he's used to. He's found a spot near one of the instruction tables at the library to fiddle with it with obvious interest but little headway; he's not at all stupid, but some things take a bit of playing with to figure out. So far he's found the emoji library and a camera function (which he's pleased to discover), and is working on, by the bits of instructions he's taken with him, trying to figure out if he can save digital books onto the device for reading later. Or, well. Digital magazines.
A few hundred volumes of Better Homes and Gardens, specifically.
It's not going well though, enough where he begins watching other people in the library, attempting to discern who might, and might not, be the sort of person to try to kill him for bothering them (it is after all, a prison..), and eventually, approaching those who look a little more likely to help. Usually, he's a very good judge of character. This time.. maybe not?
"Excuse me. Could I ask for a bit of help with this device?"
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[OOC: I am terrible with toplevels, so I offer wildcard options. Angeal is actively looking for things to do. Got a chore you don't want to bother with? He's your guy; hit me up. Why is he an inmate???? That's a good question. Ask him.
Also will match brackets or prose as desired, they're interchangeable for me.
Moving over some tdm threads for keepsies..]
Where: All over the place where inmates can get.
When: Presently.
Warnings: Potentially, canon typical violence, human experimentation, Science!!!
One of the newer inmates is.. depressingly boring. He hasn't yelled about anything, or complained about absent powers, or thrown a fit about being kidnapped from home and imprisoned, he hasn't even whined once about the accomodations! He'd turned up, briefly prowled the ship, and then ... gone looking for something useful to do.
Which is easier thought than done, with how everything is under lock and key. At least one place is a free for all, and the Laundromat means washing and folding someone else's clothes simply because they're there and the owner is absent. Who's are they? He has no idea, they're unattended. And now they're clean, folded, and sorted by color; he's done enough laundry to know what to do with all kinds of fabrics, and nothing's gotten destroyed or shrunk in the process. Left alone for long, he's going to go for the next unattended washload.
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Time is spent in the greenhouse as well, but that ... is less productive, as anything useful is locked up. It leaves Angeal sitting around after a while, watching the fish in the fish pond with idle interest, marveling a bit at the sheer amount of life they'd managed to stuff somehow onto a prison ship. The sound of someone else nearby doesn't draw his gaze from the fish, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know they're there.
"It's not what I was expecting for a prison. A bit more green than the ones I've seen before."
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While Angeal is perfectly comfortable with the average flip phone, the communicators on the barge are ... a bit advanced compared to what he's used to. He's found a spot near one of the instruction tables at the library to fiddle with it with obvious interest but little headway; he's not at all stupid, but some things take a bit of playing with to figure out. So far he's found the emoji library and a camera function (which he's pleased to discover), and is working on, by the bits of instructions he's taken with him, trying to figure out if he can save digital books onto the device for reading later. Or, well. Digital magazines.
A few hundred volumes of Better Homes and Gardens, specifically.
It's not going well though, enough where he begins watching other people in the library, attempting to discern who might, and might not, be the sort of person to try to kill him for bothering them (it is after all, a prison..), and eventually, approaching those who look a little more likely to help. Usually, he's a very good judge of character. This time.. maybe not?
"Excuse me. Could I ask for a bit of help with this device?"
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[OOC: I am terrible with toplevels, so I offer wildcard options. Angeal is actively looking for things to do. Got a chore you don't want to bother with? He's your guy; hit me up. Why is he an inmate???? That's a good question. Ask him.
Also will match brackets or prose as desired, they're interchangeable for me.
Moving over some tdm threads for keepsies..]

Sephiroth~
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His eyes close for a moment as he glances to the side and then back to Angeal.
"Cloud. Cloud is important." Vengeance, following Jenova's plans were also important at one time. Those things seem distant now. No longer does he wish complete ill will on humans, though he does not think highly of them. And Jenova ... Jenova is something else entirely. He's not too sure about that one at the moment.
"And Zack, though I am sure it is because he is apart of the reunion." And not because they're friends or anything at this point. "And he is important to Cloud."
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He can't help but search for the familiar. Reunion has no special meaning to him, save the obvious, which surely couldn't be it. Zack was a reunion with an old friend too, wasn't he? "Hm, Cloud's a new one."
Not ... quite accurate, he'd run into Zack's own protégé, and was duly impressed by the choice. But he didn't want to hear his own perspectives, he wanted Sephiroth's.
Any friend is better than no friend at all, and this one's clearly special. Any positive connection with someone as reluctant to socialize as Sephiroth was had to be encouraged - or perhaps that had changed too. "What's he like? When did you meet?" In Nibelheim?
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Zack
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Still, he…can sort of relate to the feeling.
“…I do kind of get it, actually.”
Cloud comes to mind, though Cloud’s entire jaw might fall on the floor if he knew Zack thought that about him. (It’s something to work on.)
The nice, thoughtful moment, though, is ruined by what Angeal says next.
“Come on, seriously?” he complains. “No one needs to know what I was like when I was that dumb.”
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Of all the things he regretted, Zack himself is not one of those things. The end result was remarkable, the means to get there.. .. Not so much.
Sooner or later, someone is going to have to deal with a litany of deliberately terrible jokes. He's just going to save them up now. "At least half of the point of being someone's teacher is telling everyone stories when they're all grown up and no longer a student." It takes him a moment to figure out what all the controls are on these specific washing machines, and then it rumbles into activity and for a moment he looks terribly pleased with himself. He's going to hang around until it's done, unless chased off. "At least. I'll leave out the most embarrassing ones though."
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Abel~
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There's two things that follow that he's not quite sure as to what they are. The Enclosure, and velocity training are BOTH new terms, or at least being used in a way he doesn't recognize. "Now I'm curious to see what velocity training is. And what this 'enclosure' is. It sounds interesting."
And it wasn't, based on context, anything a normal workout machine could do. He's definitely interested. "Of course I'll want to see the normal routine too, but I admit, I'm very curious." So much so that it bore repeating, apparently. "Does it have something to do with your work as a pilot?"
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He crosses his legs at the ankle and leans forward a little, hands under his knees. "Velocity training is for getting your body used to the stress of space travel. You're essentially put into a centrifuge and spun around to simulate the shift of gravity and G-force you would experience during flight. Honestly it isn't that fun. A lot of people get extremely sick, but i've been certified for over four years now, so it's just something I'm used to. If you wanted, we could try it, but I wouldn't recommend it if you have a weak stomach."
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Lahabrea
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[Give him a library in his room and he'll be content with that, but walking out with entire stacks of magazines seemed like it would be a terrible idea.
But there might be other things Lahabrea would know, though he's reluctant to trouble the man too much over it. Anyone at all, really, but there's a certain deference that goes to people as obviously old as Lahabrea is. ... How much older would probably blow his mind.]
.. Barring that, how many of these can I take before someone gets upset? I don't want to ruffle feathers my first day here.
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Cloud
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"Change? No. No true Jenova behavior. Just...pain, till it liquefies enough of your insides to kill you." In actuality, that wasn't all Cloud experienced, but he can't be sure whether any of the rest - flashes of memory, visions flitting past his eyes so quickly he couldn't be sure of what he'd seen, a sickening familiarity - were common symptoms, or ones unique to him because of the Reunion. Not like he went around asking people about their geostigma. Or talking to people at all, really.
Angeal's question gets an immediate answer, no hesitation: "Flowers."
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Greenhouse
Having been here for a few weeks now, I'm beginning to think 'prison' might be a bit of a misnomer. It's certainly a correctional facility, but I'm starting to think of it more as a mental institution.
[ The greenhouse fits with this, he thinks. Being surrounded by greenery every once in a while would help ward off the feelings of claustrophobia that being stuck on a ship might evoke. ]
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This sort of thing would be unheard of normally. It's practically a vacation. Sure there's restrictions, but they're barely a problem.
[Oh no, he can't go into everything he might want to! Like the gardening shed!]
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greenhouse
"I like that it has a garden."
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They're around somewhere, he sees them now and again. "I'm surprised given the passengers that a place like this hasn't long since been wrecked."
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Moira's getting a little more brave these days, and a little less ravenous. So when she arrives at the greenhouse to find someone already at the pond, she neither flees nor goes wading right in to catch and eat those fish. Instead she gingerly sits at the edge of the pond out of arm's reach, bare feet dabbling in the water.
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"Yes. Though this is my first time on this side of the bars." He could appreciate all the luxuries in offering. Private rooms! Food that isn't ground up slop! Recreational locations! Green spaces! "It's ...strangely peaceful. Better than steel walls and not a leaf for miles."
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Sorry for lengthy delays, IRL hae been unkind.
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Sweeney's crouched, sitting on his heels in his normal attire, filling a small basket with berries. He squints up to the ceiling, then focuses his attention on the stranger.
"Beats the fuck outta stone floors an' moldy bread." Setting the basket aside, he pushes to standing, edging on 7' when he does so.
"You do a lotta time elsewhere?"
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He doesn't mind it. If he had to spend his afterlife in a prison, it might as well be one that could pass as a slightly more relaxed cruise ship. "Can't say I have. I've been through a couple but never needed to linger."
This is his first experience on the other side of the metaphorical bars. So far: cushy.
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Deeply sorry about the delay, work's been. /gesture
No worries at all! Life happens
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Library
When Angeal refers to him, though, he looks aside from his book to look down at him curiously. "Well, I can certainly try," he says brightly, closing the book and sliding it under his cape in a brief flash of blue-purple light. "What seems to be the matter?"
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It helps that the demon's voice is pleasant and seemingly friendly, and aside from the sharp claws, nails and beak, doesn't seem particularly menacing.
Maybe he should work harder on not making assumptions on appearances. "It's alright if you can't," and he sounds like he means it at least, doing his best to match the politeness he's being faced with. Stolas is not a monster, not a monster. He's dressed too fancy to be a slavering beast. "These devices we're given, the communicators, do you know much about them?"
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Sorry for delays, work is hell!
For Aerith~
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Zack would forgive if asked, he's sure of it. And so he won't. And what good would an apology do? "I don't have a choice about being in his life on the ship," he says slowly, "But believe I intend no further harm than .. what I've already done. And I'm here to do what I can to make amends. That's the deal for inmates, isn't it? Another chance."
Not ... quite. They get to live again, and what they do with it is up to them, but he simply doesn't see it that way. If wardens got wishes, so too did he, and his ... "If that can be done by talking, then that's what I'll do. If it means letting him live his life and not weighing him down further, then that's also fine." It's not fine, but it's a price he's willing to pay. "I don't expect a free pass. I don't want one. But miss, I ... don't want to repeat my mistakes. The last time I involved him, it went badly." Disastrously so, with the way things snowballed out of control afterwards.
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