( 04 ) text ♧ go ask alice i think she'll know

[became]

[ solitude is an easy leap for a guy who likes to throw around dostoyevsky quotes like it ain't no thing, and men who go looking for secrets often find them. as such: have the very first non-video caffrey post, tranquility. fuck smiling, this shit ain't right. ]

"Try not to die".

This ship really is the most user friendly around, isn't it? And helpful.

Anyone who isn't used to computers, ask Tony Stark what I mean.

[ he'd say he's sorry, tony... but he isn't. ]

L O C K E D ( listmates )

Normally I'd make an English lesson out of this one, but forget it. "Solitude" is the password you want, if you like feeling special, not to mention uncomfortably singled out.

I don't know about the rest of you, but this is a list I could stand not to be on-- and I don't feel particularly giving, especially not towards our smiling friend.

Any thoughts from the other esteemed honorees?

/ L O C K E D ( listmates )





L O C K E D ( wardnik )

I need a word. And you two need better PR, so let's help each other out here.

/ L O C K E D ( wardnik )





L O C K E D ( our smiling friend)

I'm flattered, but I like to exchange names before I commit to anything. How about a quick sitdown? Strictly off the record.

/ L O C K E D ( our smiling friend )

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[became]

You know, the best villain I ever met called himself a businessman? That seems to be the preferred term these days.

[ vincent adler smiled and charmed and treated neal like the son he never had, and when neal betrayed him adler burned down everything neal loved and salted the ground where it lay.

yeah, he knows villains. ]

Move rooms, forgo any patterns. [ find a gun, and steal it. ]

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[jilt]

Ah, the best I'd met called himself a professor. And he was, after a fashion, but that was not...

[ a professor whose ambitions lay in war, who poisoned a woman and left her crumpled on a restaurant floor like a doll, stepped over her like trash in a gutter.

but she isn't here to speak of that. ]

Would you like to borrow my bludgeon?

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[became]

He had your last name. It's a good thing I like you so much, Ms. Adler.

[ neal has a habit of handing out little truths like they're presents, far nicer than any trinket he's picked up and doled out along the way.

irene's kith and kin, or as near as neal allows himself to have: she'll read the echoes under simple truth, pain and desperation and the utter surety this is one leap he won't land gently on.

but he's not here to speak of that, either. ]

I might, if it comes down to it. For now, I think it's time to pay an anonymous visit to one of our more... explosively prepared friends onboard.

[ homeboy's looking to steal himself a gun. ]

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[jilt]

What an unfortunate coincidence. I can only hope he didn't marr my good reputation too badly.

[ she makes light of it because irene knows the worth of such little tidbits, those little truths that lay the groundwork for a lifetime of lies. and it means something, although she doesn't know quite how much, not just yet. ]

Explosives. Be careful with those.

[ neal and guns. this is srs bsns ]

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[became]

With two of you aboard? Doubly impossible.

[ he slips back into easy flattery without a skipped beat: irene, darling, you are the soultwin he never knew he had, and if alex ever arrives you're never allowed to speak to each other. ]

Would I ever be anything but?

[ guns are stupid and neal hates them-- now if you'll excuse him he's going to go try and suss out where best to mock up a firing range away from anyone who could stumble over it. ]