Marsh || Steel Inquisitor

[Public Video]

The kitchen is, as usual, understaffed. We were understaffed before this latest shake-up and now we are more understaffed. We require at least one temporary warden supervisor for the lunch shift and four or five new inmates.

Those interested should speak to Riddick or myself.


[Open spam, backdated throughout the last few days]

[Marsh can be found in odd times at odd places - late and night on the deck or early morning in the greenhouse, hunched over, making soft, choking noises, his little cockatiel crooning worriedly and attempting to preen his short hair. Folded in a corner of the ice-damaged stairwell, a hand splayed over his spikes, breathing hitched, shoulders shaking, looking like nothing so much as a man desperately trying to sob and unable to manage it.

The crying from Iris's room - it's psychic, he doesn't just hear it. It gets in when he is too tired to fend it off from ripped-open places, and then it becomes him, the loneliness and fear and grief, the confusion of the very young. He remembers himself - it is not overwhelming, not like Ruin at its worst, nothing like that - but he cannot stop feeling it. And the feeling is not entirely unfamiliar.]


[Private spam for Bianca]

[He decides, eventually, that it cannot be a trick, that something is real, must be suffering. Or perhaps he doesn't care anymore, as long as it stops. He arrives at her door with his jaw clenched from the effort of holding the lost, abandoned feeling back, and it still drips through his cracks, stings like salt in his punctures. He knocks.]


[Private spam for C'Rizz the Dalek Emperor, backdated to shortly after the arena]

[It's not a pleasant return, but he falls to the necessary housekeeping with a grim sort of gratitude. He asks the admiral for a resurrection, then swallows a truly foul amount of powdered pewter and a small sliver of feruchemy-laced gold. Then cooks until he stops seeing Iris on every blank nonmetallic surface, and brings the egg soup to C'Rizz's room. He knocks, then lets himself in.]

It's me.

[OOC: backdated to slightly before Mark woke up. Also this will be my last Marsh post for a little while, I swear. Touko lost Mark's hummingbird, and Marsh found it. Oy.]

[Marsh has been adjusting rapidly to new things on this ship. Neverthless, he did not expect to be attacked by a swift, vicious hummingbird the size of a fat chicken. And even though it's a nasty little thing, he doesn't really want to hurt it. A burst of compounded speed later, he manages to catch it, pinning its wings carefully in both hands and holding it so that it can't peck him.

A moment later, he realizes he has no idea what to do next. He can't really let it go, and he has no idea where it came from or where it belong. Which leaves him combing methodically through the ship's levels and hallways, a solemn-faced spike-eyed man in an all-black cloak, gingerly carrying a gigantic, brightly colored, shrilly protesting dire hummingbird.]

...excuse me. Is this your bird?