changeit | 02 ☢ hits you so much harder than you thought

spam } snafu

[He doesn't know whether to be grateful or worried that he got paired up so quickly. It's something to distract him from Simon, at least - Simon being here and being Simon all over everyone. It isn't that he's not happy to see him, it's just that - well. Politics make things complicated, and Simon wears politics like one of his bulky sweaters.]

[Snafu, he thinks, is not much for politics. Snafu, he thinks, is very simple while being very complicated all at one time. Snafu is going to be trouble.]

[This was something he knew already, but reading the file makes it certain. Never mind the fact that on reading it he feels a little dirty, as if he's become privy to someone's worst, darkest secrets. Which is more or less the case. Made worse by the fact that he doesn't think Snafu will care that he knows.]

[In the end, after a few hours of lying in bed thinking about too many things all at once, he decides to just get it over with. Sits in the mirror and carefully removes the mousse, because there's nothing worse than being caught in an in-between state. His anxiety is at an all-time high, his heart would be palpitating if it could, and now he's walking to Snafu's door. He can feel how pale he is, see the white of his eyes as other people can see them. But he doesn't stop until he's knocking.]

voice } gene

Hiya. I have to ask you something.

[It's not a nice something, exactly, but it's. He just has to ask it, all right.]

spam } enclosure

[After meeting with Snaf - a mixed bag, as he expects these meetings might be for a while - he wants to walk. To be alone, or as alone as he can be in a place like this, but to be outside, too - as outside as you can be indoors. The obvious solution to this is programming a wide, empty field with sparse treeline in the distance into the Enclosure and go for a long walk.]

[His gait is still not quite steady, his skin deathly pale, eyes dead white. But he's smiling in the face of the wind, even if this place isn't natural and he knows it.]

text } admiral

Dear Admiral,

You could've just asked.

For Steve, charcoal pencils of different softness. Pastels, in case he likes them.
For Eugene, foods he's used to. Some little figurine landmarks of Mobile, Alabama. A picture of what it looks like now.
For Snafu, his favorite cigarettes. Foods he's used to. Hand sanitizer.
For T'Pol, something to do with her hands. A stress ball? Sweaters.
For Philip, that board game we made.
For Chromie, book repair equipment. A nice sweater that fits well, plain with bulky knit. Forest green.
For Simon, two Bibles, one antique one, a nice one, gilt and all, one to mark up. I'll make the other part of his gift myself.

Threaded | Flat

Yes?

[It's absolutely not hostile, or even especially wary, but there's something like anticipation in his voice. Probably not dread, because he liked Kieren when they'd talked, but it's strange to know someone else probably knows far more about Snaf than he does, strange to know he's someone else's responsibility and that someone isn't Burgie or Bill or Jay, and strange that he's here at all.

So maybe there is some wariness.]

[Kieren doesn't share Simon's so-called power of disappearing. Not in a place as small as this, anyway: the Enclosure is the second place he tries after Kieren's cabin. He lopes up beside him, hands in the pockets of his puffy coat, and asks without any preamble:]

Merriell Shelton?

[By now, Snafu's worked out how the Barge runs, what the whole deal is, and it really doesn't bother him all that much. Being judged after death isn't exactly a new or novel concept, even if this whole set up was a surprise. The Barge is, honestly, one of the most stable places he's ever lived. "Lived." Fresh food and water on tap makes this closer to heaven than hell, and that's good enough for him. (Being turned back into a kid was kind of fucked up but he's gotten good at ignoring fucked up shit.) He might not have expected to get a warden assigned to him so quick, but it is what it is.

There's really only two people Snafu would expect to come knocking at his cabin door after the Admiral's announcement and if it's not either one of them, he's got Gene's KA-BAR on his belt now. He hasn't bothered locking the place since his buddy gave him the combat knife. He doesn't bother getting up from where he's lounging on his cot, either, just calls out:]

Door ain't locked.

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