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[ Oxford's voice is a lot quieter than it ever has been before, and a great deal heavier. His anger - and his sadness - is very quiet, audible in the hardness of some of his emphasised words. ]

Good god, isn't anyone else quite finished with this damned ship? There are circles of hell reserved for this- this absolutely unfathomable level of bullshit.

I sincerely hope that everyone recognises and acknowledges that the Tranquility has lost a great and incredibly good man today. [ Even quieter: ] Let us pray that we will not have to suffer such a loss again, and that at the very least we may learn something from it.

[ After a pause, a respectful moment of silence, he goes on. This is very much intended to be public, because he wants everyone to hear this, not just his intended audience. ]

Captain Ward, Commander Resnik. In the time that I have spent here, I have firmly believed that you had more right than any of us on board to command and control the goings on of this ship. It is your ship, we are accidental strangers. [ His voice is low and a little strained. ] Hotspur believed that too.

You owe us all explanations, even though I don't believe for a moment that you will give them. I will not believe for a moment that Hotspur's death was coincidental, what with him requesting to speak to you such a short time before it occurred. I was not the only one to see and take note of it - and I'm sure you know that he contacted myself and others just before the jump. He told us not to engage with you.

Even if you're going to play stupid now, I am feeling very incredibly inclined to take his advice, even if I don't yet understand or know why. You ought to stop relying so heavily on whatever it is you seem to think protects you both from the rest of us, whatever makes you think that you can keep us in the dark forever.

[ ORDER ENCRYPTION 95%: msg. recipients: DUNDEE (AND BOSTON, TECHNICALLY). ]

We need to talk, and by "we" I do mean all of us, including the two delinquents.

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[ Oxford has never tried so damn hard to properly encrypt something in his life, even though he's quite aware that it's hopeless. He knows this is utterly stupid, everything that he has stood against, but he is just so angry, so upset, that he can't think to act reasonably right now. He has lost a man that he would have gladly trusted with his life, even if they were not ever the closest of friends. He still meant something to Oxford. ]

If Ward or Resnik did not have a hand in Hotspur's death then I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was you, whoever or whatever you are. Hotspur was a good, sensible man, there is no chance that he could have done this of his own fault.

I have a feeling that through your numerous observations of the ship and the network to know the circles that all the passengers of this ship move in, my own included. Futile as this may sound to you, I promise that if any of the people I care for are bothered, hurt or god forbid, subjected to a horrific, painful death, I will give you hell like you have never seen before. I don't know how, but I will. Laugh at me all you want, because I'm certain that you are.

I'm finished with caring what you might think of us.

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( ooc: UH for the record replies probably will not happen until around Monday because I am on hiatus and won't be around this weekend :[ sorry for that folks. ]

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Oh, honey.

[ the smart thing would be to stay in her room, especially with klaus' gift and hotspur's death to contend with.

but oxford is a friend, and jenna can't turn away from that. ]

Where are you?

In my room.

[ Where he intends to stay for a long, long while. ]

I'm bringing alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Music to my ears, my dear.

[ Even if he's not sure if it would necessarily help much. ]

[ He's been trying to keep his nose clean over this stuff, but he has his limits. This is somewhere up there. And okay, he doesn't know the guy, but he doesn't have to know him to know this is a bad idea. ]

Starting to wonder whether anyone on this damn ship's got an ounce of common sense. I liked Hotspur - guy gave me back my wings - but I doubt what he wanted was for us to go throwing our lives away.

Mark my words, no good's gonna come of this.

[ Oxford doesn't really have it in him to be irritable with anyone else; he has spent all his fury on what he will probably soon recognise as a bad decision. He just sounds incredibly tired right now. His head is still pounding after the jump, now with an added sensation of absence and nausea in the pit of his stomach. ]

I didn't realise my wish for us to learn something from this implied we should all go on a crusade against the ship. Those methods have already been tested, and have failed. [ His voice is uncharacteristically flat as he goes on. ] Do you not want any answers?

I want answers, I just don't think calling Ward and Resnik out as liars is the way to go about it. [ Even if he too suspects that's exactly what they are. ] Only thing it's good for is as a ticket to the brig.

[ There is something of a pause as Oxford collects together the multiple responses he has to what is being said, and forms them into coherent sentences. ]

If you think so, then I'm not entirely inclined to believe that you want answers, because I'm not entirely sure as to how else you'd suggest to find them. [ A breath. ] Forgive me if I sound at all condescending, because it truly isn't my intention, but I have spent enough months on this ship to be tired of whatever game is being played with us. If I was to sit on these thoughts any longer, I fear it would be absolutely impossible to make either Ward or Resnik understand that some level of cooperation would serve us all much better.

[ Even though he already thinks that this is the case. In fact, he thinks it has always been the case. ]

Besides, the brig does not strike me as a particular threat, I'm afraid.

[ Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. ]

You investigate. You don't catch a bad guy by letting em know you're coming from them, and you certainly don't go flinging round accusations till you got something serious to go on. You investigate, you prepare a deposition, you try not to spook the suspect into hiding all the evidence before you've even had a chance to scope it out, and you certainly don't paint a target on your back.

You want to know what happened to him, then that's what you do. Otherwise you're gonna end up dead.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

[ As far as he's concerned this place is hell, someone's at least, and they're all collectively being punished. ]

Thank you. It's reassuring to know I am not alone in my concerns.

[ Excuse him, enthusiasm isn't the easiest response for him to muster at the moment. ]

[ Understandable. The is definitely the time to either mourn or be completely freaked out. Maybe a little outraged. Enthused wouldn't be his first choice. ]

Everyone else probably agrees and wont say a damn thing about it.

Well, at least that sentiment is a little more reassuring than thinking everyone else is perfectly fine with this arrangement.

[ He begs to differ. Complacency isn't really his thing though. ]

If anyone were fine with any of this I think sanity would need to be called into question.

[ boy, fate sure picked the right time for him to walk among you. ]

Name a time and a place, and I'll be there.

[ then: ]

Mind explaining to the less informed just who these two delinquents are?

[ the actual worst time, tbqh. dundee's voice is tight when he answers (which has more to do with the situation at hand and knowing that the brig gets locked and well-). ]

Boston, I have to say that you picked a lovely time to arrive. [ there's a pause and ruffle of something before he continues. ] One of yours and one of ours. Chapel Hill and Aberdeen. Made a bit of an interesting life choice before the jump that lead to their current predictament.

Edited (i can do words good) 2012-06-09 22:08 (UTC)

[ oh for actual fuck's sake. chapel. he's not as informed on the operative aberdeen (he's sure he'll become acquainted soon enough) but chapel - he's under boston's direct jurisdiction. ]

Dundee. I wouldn't say lovely. [ one dry welcome for another. he won't say it's good to see you since... he rarely sees you enough to enjoy you; but there's obviously something happening that requires his full attention, and there's a budding business relationship here that requires a certain amount of cultivation.

in the tones of someone asking "how many casualties," boston asks: ]

And that life choice would be?

I'm starting to firmly believe that "lovely" is not a concept recognised aboard this ship.

[ Short, curt and clipped. ]

We don't know the exact details of this life choice, only that it led to their being detained in the brig. That said, I think we ought to pay them a visit and have a little chat.

[ what an excellent and enterprising plan. he's happy to be a part of it. ]

My schedule is all-too open.

Wonderful. [ Attached to the message is a rough outline of directions to the brig. ] The sooner we do this, the better, if you ask me.

I'm starting to feel that time is not quite on our side nowadays.

Ironic considering the name and certain listmakers favorite color meanings.

[ just as short and clipped on his end. ]

I'm currently in the makeshift library Chapel set up, and it does appear that my schedule is just as open as Boston's. Unless a stampede of people randomly appear. And even then, I do suppose I could slide away.

How charming, our unfortunate smiling observer is successfully subverting colour conventions.

A makeshift library? [ It touches upon his curiosity somewhat. ] Is it a library of any use?

I'd be impressed and applaud if the circumstances were just a bit different.

[ he pauses for a moment before he answers. ] To a degree. When the smile has posted parts from literature, Chapel's been able to find it. But the organization system is sub-par at best.

[ hey, now that's not fair. the organization makes sense to chapel. ]

[Stats is floored. In a sense, he knew the original crew might hide things, but now...]

They're involved?

Perhaps. I haven't any proper evidence to say so besides circumstance, but there is implication of motive.

If they can prove that my suspicions are nothing more than that, then I'd naturally be happy to hear it.

I would, too. They're already too suspicious for my own taste.

Yes. They hardly carry an air of trustworthiness about them.

good luck with that.

:)

Why thank you. You're simply too kind.

Well spoken, my dear.

[ even if irene cares nothing for the fate of others, so long as she herself is safe. but saftey is rapidly looking like a hard thing to acquire on this ship ]

Thank you, Ms. Adler. [ It takes quite a lot for him to find the strength or bother to go on: ] Have you been keeping yourself well - and safe, I hope?

[ Ever the gentleman. ]

Attempting to do both, and succeeding, for the time being.

[ and then, shakily privating this ]

Are you well?

Let's hope that you maintain success in the matter.

[ The faint, mirthless smile is somewhat audible in his voice. ]

I've seen far better days, naturally, but I shall be quite fine, I'm sure.

Oh, I intend to.

[ ugh how does irene shot condolances. ]

I hope so. This ship is so very lacking in charming men, after all. As such, you've a duty to take care of yourself.

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