audio | interview with probably not a vampire

[omniavincit]

[ William jumps right in—unless they're brand new, most inmates should know his voice. It belongs to the guy who stays with them in the dorms and is usually out of bed before six in the morning. Maybe you recently heard it raised at Travis outside the commissary! ]

I spoke to the Navarch, and while it's almost unheard of for her to correspond with inmates, she's agreed to take questions on your behalf. I'll be sitting down with her and broadcasting the interview to the network.

For privacy and ease of organization [ and to minimize network arguments ] please message me directly with whatever you'd like asked. It can be anything, but I'd prefer it be interesting. If I have a problem with it I'll let you know.

[ This is not a threat, but it is wry. ]


[ WARDEN FILTER ]

We should pool our tickets.



[ ooc: TO AVOID A MILLION INBOX THREADS, just reply here with "private" in the subject line if you're sending William a question! Or ignore him and discuss shit publicly, I'm not the police. ]

Comments

[omniavincit]

You get head injuries all the time because you try to fuck with people's phones IN A PRISON, provoke and humiliate them IN A PRISON, then promptly turn around and participate in harebrained escape attempts with those same people. I got my head injury because I'm stupid enough to give a crap about you.

Change your behavior.

[smugreport]

Hey, I'm just trying to look out for me, man. Somebody has to.

You keep saying you give a crap but who was the one who let me get hurt the first time around? Big shocker when you came to check on if my ankle was hurt Meodriotope! So yeah, what do you want me to do when I've been stuck in space prison and the guy assigned to me doesn't even help when I need it, not try and escape? Even if that's with violent lunatics?

Maybe this is all your fault have you considered that?

[ It is most definitely not William's fault in the slightest and Rhys knows it, but anything to circumvent the guilt of it all. Anger and spite are easier, more productive. ]

[omniavincit]

[ He reads this. Gets pissed—not so much at what Rhys is saying but how clumsy it is, how blatant. Is it his job to be endlessly condescended to by this moron?

Comes back and sifts through for anything resembling truth. The desperation, maybe. ] Look. I know you probably think all that stuff I said to you was just warden bullshit, but some of it was personal.

You won't hear it from me again. I don't know if I believe it anymore.

[smugreport]

Great. Cool talk.

[ Because yeah, it does seem like warden bullshit all the way down. Like your boss pretending to be your friend. Like Jack. He never knew Rhys and neither does William, as far as he's concerned, and the whole pretending otherwise just rubbed him the wrong way. ]