1st Drift ~ Video

[oldmanstriker]

When the Admiral told me the deal, he really undersold this place.

[There's a rough-sounding, Australian-accented voice coming from your network, the feed flickering to a man who's appearance matches his voice. Rough. He looks like he's been through a few bad fights. A sling is visible around his right arm, and steri-strips along a cut on his forehead.]

Still, it's better than where I've come from. At least until we fix it up... My name's Herc Hansen, I'm a warden. And, honestly, the sooner I get my bloody inmate, the better. No offense to you lot, but a lot's restin' on my deal. Rather get it on the road as soon as possible.

[A pause.]

Oh, and anyone good at fixing broken arms?

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[takeyouapart]

[Welp. He doesn't strike Merlin as a man who cares to hear much sympathy, so he doesn't hand any out.]

Yes. Come to the Infirmary on Level 2 and I can treat you.

My name's Merlin, I'm a Warden and physician here.

[oldmanstriker]

Right. On my way.

[And he is, the feed shutting off as he grabs up the device.]

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[takeyouapart]

[Merlin'll be waiting for him on the ward. He has some supplies ready, but whether or not he'll need them depends on his patient, really. Regardless of his background, the man gave the affect of a soldier, and one who's pragmatic about the need for treatment for his injuries.]

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[oldmanstriker]

[Herc walks in, glancing around the room, taking stock of his surroundings, before his gaze settles on the young man in front of him.

What's evident now, in person moreso than over the network, is that the man looks tired, yet still alert, posture straight.]

You're Merlin?

[mercurialize]

Just for fair warning, some people can go a long time without being paired with anyone. I'd sit tight if I were you.

[oldmanstriker]

[A grunt.]

Figured there'd be a catch. Missed that off the bloody brochure...

Thanks for the info, mate.

[mercurialize]

Sure.

Kyle Blackson, by the way. I take it Merlin's helping you out with the arm, but let me know if you need anything else.

[termofendearment]

[Tig laughs; he can't help it. As much time as he's done, the attitude can't help but rankle, like nails on a chalkboard. He doesn't care that the guy looks like shit, it's the whole fucking attitude. Better than the screws back home who took the job because they couldn't cut it as a cop and liked to beat on people, but not by much.]

Oh, you're gonna last long.

Piece of advice? Don't tell the cons you're only here to get what he promised you.

[oldmanstriker]

Don't see how it matters why I'm here. We're all here for a reason.

[termofendearment]

Sure, but not all of us asked to be here. Might not want to rub our noses in it if you're supposed to be trying to help.

[demolitions]

Because telling the Admiral what to do always works so well.

[oldmanstriker]

Don't think I did tell him what to do.

[demolitions]

I think bein' pushy about it qualifies.

[donttouchthefur]

Oh, boo hoo, the new guy wants his already. Good for you, you're the only guy here who wants to get out already because his deal is so important.

[Hi, Stryker, there's a talking raccoon with a caustically sarcastic tone and a glower on his furry little face staring at you.]

[oldmanstriker]

[There's a pause, because, yes. That's a bloody raccoon. When he speaks, though, credit to him, he doesn't let his shock go through.]

Honestly, if the admiral wants me to stay here and graduate a hundred inmates for my deal, it doesn't matter. I'll stay as long as it takes.

ahaha or hansen wtf am I even smoking.

[donttouchthefur]

Yeah. How noble of ya. One man rehab factory. Savin' everybody singlehanded so you can rush home and get yours. Some approach. We all got problems, asshole.

[moon_in_her_hair]

It takes a bit longer to find an inmate than this. The Admiral is behind that decision. I'm sorry. Is your arm any better?

[oldmanstriker]

I heard. One thing he missed off the bloody opening statement.

[moon_in_her_hair]

And your arm? Has it been seen to?

[strangehistorian]

Hello! My name is Chromie, welcome to the ship! Our infirmary should be able to help you with that.

[oldmanstriker]

Yeah, I got it sorted. Thanks.

[strangehistorian]

Oh, good. Inmate pairings usually happen on the fifteenth and thirtieth of each month, but there is no guarantee you will receive one on your first round, I'm afraid.

[punched_hitler]

The Admiral probably undersold a lot of things, honestly. He's not as forthcoming as you might want.

There's an infirmary on board if you haven't been pointed in that direction. Level 2.

Steve Rogers.

[oldmanstriker]

Startin' to get that impression, mate.

Nice to meet ya.

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, it gets pretty obvious pretty quick.

Likewise.

Where are you from?