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Stoker-san,

After what happened, I thought it might not be a bad idea to ask a question or two.

First: do you know how to defend yourself?

Fuck.

This.

...congratulations.

And I do actually mean that. No sarcasm. Believe it or not.

...I don't have to say anything here, do I?

You're LITERALLY the worst warden.

Hey. Got done with that Connor talk. I need -

I don't know.

Fuck this.

Hey. I’m Zack, John Seed’s Warden for this month.

I saw on the network that he tried to stab you, and I was wondering if you could give me a little more information about that and how it happened.

Hey. Thanks for looking after Jon while I was out.

You sure you're okay? After the whole End thing, I mean.

[ literally while tim is talking to jon in his latest post. ]

My wardrobe actually is fine, you know. It's comfortable.

I'm still pissed at you, you know. But I need something. So you're back in my good graces.

Congrats.

Maybe it's the smell. The brood Taylor is setting up in the sealed-up damp heat of the massage room does best with meat products, so some smell is unavoidable until the hatch is over. It isn't unbearable, but the humidity makes it cling. She pulls the collar of her t-shirt up over her mouth to breath through, which helps a little.

Still, the instant she can leave the rest of the work to a few hundred beetles, she all but bolts into her impromptu little airlock, a tiny cubicle made of shower curtains and duct tape around the door, kept in positive pressure by one small fan. It keeps the odor out of the cubicle, but she still takes deliberate time changing into clean clothes, leaving her work wear in a sealed bag, so there is a bare minimum of trace scent left when she lets herself out into the comparative cool brightness of the spa. The hornet she left in a light fixture above the door outside smells it, but she can't.

Door shut and its silk seal replaced by the spiders on the inside, she stands before it or a moment, breathing deep breaths as she pushes her fingers through her hair, shaking it out of the flattened mess left by the shower-cap she wore inside.

I will make your life here a living hell if you get demoted. So I'm giving you the same wise advice I gave Jon. Get your shit together.

Don't touch him again, Tim.

[ He hates that he's doing this. But he also knows he'd hate himself more if he didn't. ]

Tim, Daniel just left. We-

I can tell you that he was incredibly supportive and very- very comforting.

[ A cough. ]

I can also tell you that I'm about 90% certain that he's going to do something stupid and destructive and it's going to involve Elias.

Did you hear the Admiral's announcement?

[Going to ease into this as gently as possible.]

Come collect Daniel from my office before I figure out how to actually do violence and murder him.

Elias is a dick, but Jacobi isn't going to let him win this one. That evening he shows up at Tim's door and lets himself inside. "Hey warden," he sings out, holding a small box in one hand and his other shoved in his pocket.

[ the morning after he arbitrarily breaks his no-contact policy with elias- ]

But what if I just stabbed him a little bit.

Tim, I need stuff to blow shit up. I'll make you a list.

[ Rather uncharacteristically- ]

Fucking hell, I- I need-

I need a drink or something, fuck. Don't suppose you'd mind being responsible adult and an open ear for- for all of it today.

Fuck.

Stoker-san, I have a question.

I know you work in the spa, and Norton mentioned it might be possible, but I wanted to ask you: do you do massage?

[ It's a day or so after christmas, after Elias has delivered a picture or two of "Sasha" to Tim's room for the holidays in return for that joke of a book, and Elias has decided it's time to get more acquainted with all the services the ship has to offer.

Spas haven't really been his thing in the past. One is kept busy, keeping an eye on everything that needs one's attention-- but Elias has a lot of time on his hands. And these plush bathrobes really are very pleasant.

And, as he'd hoped, Timothy Stoker is right where he expected he would be. ]

Timothy. It's a pleasure to see you.

At least the damn bug-in-a-box is good for something. Taylor uses it to intercept Tim when he passes near Kiryu's cabin, stepping into his path. She's not supposed to be out of bed, and looks like it, her face tense and shadowed with pain still.

And anger.

"What the fuck, Tim."

[A couple of days after the events end, Rawne will show up at Jon's door.]

On the third day, Jon’s body? Heals. His eyes are restored, his throat; he’s still in his bloody clothes but that’s to be expected.

What isn’t expected is that the only response is a twitch of his finger… and then he’s still again.

Taylor wants to see your inmate in Zero.

[He's not even asking if she was involved or how she knows about it. He is aware of Bugs.]

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