where have all the cowboys gone

[kaijuice]

Passengers: Silco + Inmates - (& Any interrupting Wardens)
Location: Dorms + Loading Bay + Storage + Vents
Date: During the Warden All-Hands Meeting
Summary: While the cat's away, etc. Starters in comments.
Warnings: Will edit as appropriate.


William's out the door, a reluctant straggler. Silco counts (one sumpwater, two sumpwater —) before clambering out of his bunk. There are certain advantages to a shared room, to a Warden who takes calls there.

So there's a meeting, is there?

"The first man to watch the Command hallway," Is abrupt, directed to the room about him. "Will be rewarded."

Silco pauses at the door, flips the collar of his coat up. An invitation to anyone within:

"I would not count upon this lasting."

He doesn't linger to see whether it's been taken.

Comments

ota!

[saklas]

Volk, not in the dorms, watches people scatter - he's catching them by coincidence, pacing back to get to the inmate restrooms.

"Wait, what's going on?"

[kaijuice]

He pauses a stride or two past Volk, fishing in a pocket for the bent edge of something -

Ah. A glinting little bar of metal, battered into clumsy shape, a tiny rectangle-end. Silco smooths it between a fold of his shirttail, eyes fixed on the vent in the ceiling above.

"They're busy." Volk deserves no less than the rest of them; he's at least been useful. "A meeting."

He slips the bar between his teeth, stretches to jump. The first attempt rattles the edge of the grate, fingers scrabbling for a hold. Not enough.

[saklas]

WHOA knife?? Volk backs up -

Oh. No, it's a ... what is that? It's not for stabbing, possibly?

"Wait, all of them? That's..."

Really, preventatively dumb? Very dumb.

Volk watches the jump.

"Okay, I'm not getting closer to you because you're unhinged, honey, sorry, but," He's not sorry. He measures the tempo of his thoughts by tapping his toe. "Do those vents go to the locked parts of the building?"

"there's one way to find out" aka k2 files the faq question she meant to a week ago at some point

[kaijuice]

"Then this would be a poor time to antagonize me."

Except: There's something in his mouth, so it comes out Thmphhs mmpgh prrm thmm a -

Another leap. This time, it catches. Silco hauls himself up on wiry arms, juggling the makeshift screwdriver into one hand. It's been too long since he's done this sort of thing, and his neck already strains red. It's a moment of working at the bolts before he manages,

"Presumably."

Some must be connected - directly, or by shared hub. There's one way to find out.

A screw pings loose to the floor, then another. Unhinged. The grate falls half-open, sends him down again. Silco rests on bruised elbows. Oh, for the stamina of youth; some things never leave you, but others only slink about for scraps.

"How badly did you want into the Med Bay?"

[saklas]

"Not worse than you, apparently, because I didn't hurt anybody."

Volk has switched over into his condescending, preppy, worst customer this pizza place has ever had voice. Where's your manager, Silco? Where is he.

"Have fun with this!"

He's going to start walking off.

[kaijuice]

As if that's something to be proud of. Silco rolls his eyes. It's very dignified -

It's a pity that Volkhov's left the dorms. It makes it substantially more difficult to plant one of the screws on him. That doesn't mean that he won't try, at breakfast tomorrow. Some things never leave you: Sleight of hand is one.

And until then he's just going to lie here on the floor for a minute, as is also very dignified.