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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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8/19, post Hux and Selina's fight: voice

[wrecked_egg]

Is this--Rhys? Um, this is Shiro, you probably don't--

--it's Hux. He's hurt, needs to go to the infirmary. Can you meet me on the deck? I don't want to leave him. It's...pretty bad.

voice

[therushingsky]

Shit. Coming.

It's the other person okay?

[because he would bet good money that Hux started this.]

Same day as Hux and Selina's fight, and SO DAMN SORRY FOR MY SLOW, it's been a MONTH

[callmefives]

Fives doesn't use the network to contact Rhys, he goes looking for the man in person once he leaves the infirmary. He wants to have words with the man responsible for that hut'uun, Hux, and he wants to do it face to face.

Don't be sorry!!! I would have replied to you on plurk, but I've been having A WEEK.

[therushingsky]

Rhys has been in and out of the infirmary already that day, and when Fives catches him, he'll finally be swinging by the cafeteria for some hard earned sustenance.

In fact, when Fives enters exactly, He's got a mouth full of cookie, and is just about to take a slightly too big gulp of coffee.

Much dignity. Very class.

[Private - Strictly Voice]

[worstweasley]

[Sometime after his infirmary adventure, Hux gets on the line with his warden, sounding demanding and anxious]

Did you let anyone into my cabin?

Re: [Private - Strictly Voice]

[therushingsky]

Nope.

What's wrong?

[Spam]

[worstweasley]

[picked up from here!

[Hux, clueless as to what Rhys has brought him, reluctantly opens the door. He doesn't look any better than when they left off, mostly due to his not-sleeping, and disbelief that Rhys isn't going to try and get locked into moral arguments with him.

He's also still in his stiff and uncomfortable-looking uniform, so.]

What do you want?

Re: [Spam]

[therushingsky]

[Rhys, on the other hand, has switched to the absolute peak of casual wear. Out of his usual shirt, vest and pinstripe trousers, he's now wearing an oversized jumper with one sleeve torn off to allow his cybernetics freedom of movement, and what might be actual pajama pants.]

Hey. We had plans, right?

[He flashes Hux a little grin, and hefts a shoulder bag. He's not convinced that Hux has the makings of a home cinema system, so he's taken the initiative of bringing his own.]

[Text]

[worstweasley]

[Shortly after his fight with Bodhi, Hux is still in the library, waiting for the other to leave. He's not crying - that would be too much even for him - but he's tightly wound up, frustrated and unable to process what he's feeling in a way that makes sense.

When he remembers that he has a warden who is supposedly good at this sort of thing]

Friendship is a complete kriffing disaster and I hate this ship.

[Text]

[therushingsky]

[Aw beans. This can't be good.]

What happened?

A few days after Hux's Big Post

[ninefox]

I believe his exact words were "If you wish to verify these facts as I lay them out, my warden will provide you with my file. "

Get outta there Horatio >:C

[therushingsky]

He actually trashed his file the first time I showed him it, back in his terrible two's. I'll ask the Admiral for a new copy for you.

Thought you already knew what he'd done, though?

[gamjam]

After the Admiral gets everyone back on the ship, Gortys goes back to looking for her friends and family. Rhys needs her help. And she hasn't seen him in all the time they'd been on the same island together.

She knocks at his door in the aforementioned 20 minutes, holding a book and like three cups of coffee for him.

[therushingsky]

Rhys knows it's going to be Gortys, abs by the time he opens his cabin door his expression is firmly set to "pretend everything is fine".

"Hey, Gortys."

The smile falters a little at the book, but returns when he sees the coffees.

"You gonna drink all of those yourself?"

[ukan]

Lark has never had much to do with Rhys, but he keeps track of who lives where and so he pounds on Rhys's door with his foot. His arms are busy holding Gortys.

[gamjam]

[Gortys is muffled, explaining from inside her shell and blind to the proceedings going on. Her chassis is bruised, dented in to the point where it's preventing her from opening it]

It's because I told him that people hurting my friends gets me very upset. Which it does!

private text

[tetractys]

WAKE UP. WE'RE READY.

voice: private

[magician_king]

Your motherfucking piece of shit boyfriend, my inmate, is a fucking psychopath, and you can't go to his apartment for a couple of weeks because I've rigged it with a periodically reoccurring EMP that's going to trigger whenever he has enough working electronics to set it off.

Also he's off cybernetics until he's good and sorry, do not let him in there. Have you got the key or does he have it?

Re: voice: private

[therushingsky]

Wait, what?

[It's not that Rhys wasn't conscious of the fact that Kamski is kind of empathetically challenged, it's just that--

Well, he'd always seemed very restrained and practical about it.]

I have the key. Are you okay?

[He's off cybernetics. Rhys makes an intuitive leap.]

Do you need me to look at your eye?

[worstweasley]

Rhys?

[therushingsky]

Hey.

[Pause.]

So, I don't want to cramp your style or anything, but-- if you wanted me to-- y'know, run an ice breaker for you guys or something...

[Because this has to be about Jedao, right?]

7/5

[tetractys]

YOU STILL GOT THAT KEY TO THE ROOM NEXT TO THE ENCLOSURE? YOU KNOW, THE TOP SECRET ONE THAT NO ONE NOTICED US OPENING BECAUSE RIGHT AFTER THAT I BLEW THE SHIP UP ACCIDENTALLY?

[The one under zero had some exciting stuff, but the SECOND one seems more suited to Bill's nefarious purposes right now.]

[therushingsky]

The one full of weird game pieces and magic eight balls?

Sure. Why do you need it?

[biocomposer]

Rhys, I need to ask a favor.

[therushingsky]

Yeah? What do you need, Elijah?

[worstweasley]

At some point my drunk inmate managed to hack your security, Rhys. If I were paying you for the job, I'd be demanding my money back.

[therushingsky]

What? He broke my security while he was drunk?

Ugh, he's too good at this...

video

[questionsonly]

[ Kepler's dressed up nicely: sharp suit, black gloves, winning smile.]

Good afternoon. Rhys, right?

Elijah let me know that you'd be supervising our work together, so I thought it might be best to make introductions.

Warren Kepler. Recently assigned to Iris Wildthyme. And I like to think it'll be a pleasure.

Re: video

[therushingsky]

[Oh, hey, are we being corporate at each other? Rhys does that. He replies from the Cybernetic Lab, in the biggest chair he can find, with his hair immaculately in place.]

Hey, Warren. Thanks for getting in touch, it's good to put a face to the name.

[Yeah he'll throw in a little fingergun there, with his own robotic arm.]

If you'd like to come and check out the lab before we start work, then feel free to drop by, but you're in really good hands. Elijah is crazy good at this, and he's meticulous about his work.

[ninefox]

I hear you're on door duty now.

[Things that totally aren't apologies: this.]

[therushingsky]

Yeah, and I hear you busted my beautiful door security up!

[questionsonly]

Gooood morning, Rhys.

[ That's a cheerful looking Kepler, currently in his cabin and enjoying what looks like a cup of coffee. He's got the gravity on, and he's sitting at his desk with a few notebooks strewn around him.]

Don't worry. [ He flexes his hand in front of the camera. ] Everything's working fine. I just figured I'd come to you as I'm working on a little engineering project of my own.

[therushingsky]

Hey, Morning!

[Response comes direct from the familiar fathoms of the Cybernetic Maintainance Facility, where a mostly awake looking Rhys is perched over a coffee of his own.]

And that's good to hear! Keep an eye on that motor control! [A little wave back with his own robot hands. Hand twins!] And oh yeah? What are you working on?

[gamjam]

Hi Rhys! Don't worry about this just yet but if you could let me know if you've ever lied to me I'd appreciate it!

It's for a conversation with Jasper!

[therushingsky]

Lied to you? Um... Jeez, I don't think so? Maybe sometimes the truth can get a little carried away, but-- yeah, not that I can recall.

Post-double-murder on October 13th, fuzzy to whenever these two idiots wake up. cw for grossness

[beejfu]

Death by asphyxiation has Betelgeuse looking a little more blue than usual. He ends up in the infirmary, in the bed beside the person he killed.

All is mercifully quiet on the barge. For a few days, until with a wretched, wet-sounding gurgle cough, the demon spirit rolls to the side to spit up a bit of slimy ectoplasm.

"Holy crap." He mutters to himself, dropping down to lie flat on his back. "I feel terrible. What did I do? Did I go jogging?"

His eyes flick to the side of him, catching sight of Rhys' body, and then his entire head turns towards him.

Oh. That's right. He died again. Which, given the options, he prefers it to jogging. At least death is familiar.

"Hey. Reece's Pieces. You up?"

[therushingsky]

Rhys, rudely, is not up. In fact, it takes another day for infirmary staff to realise that he's not waking up on his own and petition the Admiral for his resurrection. Which means Betelgeuse gets to enjoy a day of hanging out next to a corpse, before Rhys finally answers, in the form of a ragged, wheezing breath and a painful roll onto his side to pull the blankets up over him a little more - God, why is he so cold?

On his side at least he is pointed in the right direction to see Betelgeuse when he finally opens his eyes.

"Oh god--" his voice is thin, like there isn't quite enough air in his lungs to get the words out, "Seriously?"

It hurts to talk. He clams up again sullenly.

AUDIO, beginning of november

[tetractys]

WHAT?

YOU GOT DEMOTED?

Re: AUDIO, beginning of november

[therushingsky]

[a bit late, and a bit hoarse - thanks death toll.]

It's been--

Yeah I've had kind of a bad month.

Also the Admiral has a weird grudge against me.

[worstweasley]

Lark wants to talk to you about your demotion. He says there's a recovery process you go through.

How are you feeling?

[therushingsky]

Lark? As in "next warden I get assigned, if you try and talk to me I'll kill you" Lark?

[Rhys doesn't have a problem with the guy, but that's the only conversation he can recall having with the guy.]

Why does he want to talk to me?

Voice, private, laterish

[ninefox]

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Text

[therushingsky]

[He doesn't reply quickly. He strangles between asking what he was supposed to be right about, and yelling about how he doesn't accept the apology.

Finally, he picks a mask to stand behind, and replies via text.]

Whatever, dude.

text: private

[magician_king]

Hey. I hope you're okay. I hope you have people doing all the things for you people should be doing.

I'm so fucking sorry.

text: private

[therushingsky]

I'm fine. Infirmary's nice right now, lots of company.

[He's not fine, but he's also not bad in any way that he knows how to complain about.]

how are you?

text: private

[magician_king]

... --- ...

Re: text: private

[therushingsky]

Is that morse code?

ARE YOU DYING????

MORE DASHES FOR YES & I'LL COME FIND YOU!

[smashandgrab]

Taura is on a circuit of the ship with an eye out for Ford, because he didn't show up for their usual Enclosure run, when she runs into Rhys coming out of his cabin.

She offers him a genuine smile despite her worries about a whole variety of people. "Hi, Rhys."

[therushingsky]

Rhys, for his own part, is finally beginning to look like himself again. The only slightly weird thing about his appearance is that his prosthetic arm is strapped up against his body, a little awkwardly, taking the weight of it like a sling. He looks up as Taura approaches, and flashes her a smile.

"Oh, hey! Taura! How's it going? I'm just coming out of my cabin. Which I have now."

He pauses, waiting for her to approach.

"Wanna see?"