[Public | Audio]

I've found Ladd Russo's body in the CES. I'll be taking it to the infirmary. [But like hell is he going to request for him to be brought back to life. Nope nope nope.]

[Warden Filter | Audio]

[And once he has dropped off the body, he addresses the warden filter.]

I have reason to suspect my inmate was responsible. Because of this, we will be spending time in Zero. I say we because before I left for home, he misunderstood the reasons that I left. I was furious with Ladd [he's still furious with Ladd] and needed to resist making a mistake. Instead, he made that mistake in my place. I left three wardens in charge of him, and one disappeared while two were affected by the flood.

Under my direct supervision, we will be maintaining our kitchen duties and leaving Zero for our shift each day, otherwise we'll be down there for the full week. [This is his intention, anyway. He knows how the ship is.] I will permit him visitors.

[Private to the Admiral | Audio]

Erase the writing from Ben's walls.

[Private to Ben | Audio]

I want you to meet me at Zero. Bring a few changes of clothing.

[Public | Audio]

I'll resume my dinner duties whenever I'm settled. I'm greatful to whoever covered for me. [And he's considerably less angry, now.]

( Privates to Friends and the people he had watching Ben. )

[Public | Audio]

[There is apparently one section on the fifth floor that's full of royally pissed off people. This lovely little announcement starts out with the sound of a hand slamming a communicator several times because the thing just isn't turning on fast enough, or working to his liking.]

Anyone up for a game of chess or Pai Sho or... practically anything? I have a ridiculous amount of games.

I'll need about twenty minutes to clean my room. [Because he has been breaking things left and right.]

I think I'll be leaving soon. At least for a little while. [Possibly for good. He's not sure yet. He's thinking that might be the case.] I need someone to be responsible for Ben for me, but I need to see my daughter. "Blame" whoever you like, I can't be of any use right now.

[Public | Audio]

[Timed to a little while after the lunch room attack.]

Dinner will be delayed for obvious reasons. Until I'm informed that a full investigation is concluded, you may request food from the Admiral yourselves. I'm not risking my workers' stability.

[If the Admiral doesn't deliver, don't blame him. He doesn't want either Ben or Riddick going off in fits of violence because they see invisible horrors.]

[Filtered to Warden Friends | Audio]

I have... concerns. If I should disappear, I want to come up with an immediate plan for Ben to receive emotional support and the Barge needs security. He's not taken loss well [Neither does Rhade] and we all know that it's a possibility that anyone can go at any time.

Any cooperation would be appreciated.

[Privates to Lua and Wanda | Audio]

Are you alright?

[Public | Video]

[Rhade has the nice new chess set that Arthas gave him set up in a common room. He's thinking about something, turning one of the handcrafted pieces in his hand as he examines it.]

I was an inmate here once. I had a warden, but as well meaning as he was our personalities [there's a flash of teeth as he says the word] weren't exactly comparable. I still felt a little abandoned when we were unpaired. In fact, much of my path to graduation felt incredibly isolated.

Ultimately what graduated me was not the hand of a specifically assigned warden, or even myself. It was realizing that while I might have felt isolated there were a few people, warden and inmate alike, that had given me their loyalty and I gave them mine. It wasn't the painful events or even the irritating ones that made me question my former actions. It was seeing and hearing how other passengers had lived their lives, knowing their experiences, and I could see myself in them and I could think for just a moment that a decision I had made in the past might not have been as rational as I believed it to be at the time. And I believe this would have been the case, warden or no.

[Then he pulls a little bit of a face, putting down the piece.]

But I suppose that's just my own experience and we're all individuals. That's simply mine. [Though sometimes he has to shake the thought of "what if?" now that he knows he wouldn't make the same mistakes again. He would like to try to save the Commonwealth again, but that would mean killing Dylan.] I've never felt particularly grateful to the ship or the Admiral for it, and I don't expect anyone here to, but I won't rob credit from the passengers that did help me. I'm also sure other graduates have their own scenarios. [And then he decides he's had enough of that.]

Speaking of being grateful towards the ship, most of the kitchen crew on several shifts has been relocated or left. We need more. If we don't have a suitable crew, I wouldn't put it past the Admiral to return the faceless servants. I wouldn't especially want the return of the faceless servants, considering their somewhat... dubious natures. [Just a nice little note to tack onto the end there.]

( Privates to Arthas and Arya and Spam for Dylan )

[Public | Audio]

[Rhade was angry. Then he was sad. Now he's angry angry again, because one of his workers is missing, and he doesn't trust her not to have been kidnapped. He doesn't know where her room is.]

Natasha, or however you prefer to refer to her is missing. The Russian woman with the red hair and the dangerous upbringing. I've never been aware of where her room is or where she stays, so I don't know where to check on her. As there's a small problem on this ship with kidnapping, only occurring slightly less than murderous rampages, I would like to be informed if she's disappeared or rendered unconscious by the ship. [Yes, he knows his inmate has been responsible for one of these, but it's another reason he doesn't like writing off missing persons.]

[Warden Filter | Audio]

[Added later.] I'm going to be needing more assistance for the kitchen if your inmate doesn't have a job, and won't be disrupted by mine.

[Warden Filter | Audio]

[Rhade sounds tight all through this post, and there's clicking in the background as he fusses around with his Go stones. He's been mulling this over since the incident, and he supposes that he has to put this into effect now. If no one is agreeable, he'll have to contact the Admiral.]

If an engineer on board would be willing, I would like a customized lock for Ben's door. The lock should be both capable of timed settings and remote release. After his release from Zero I'm going to have him observe a curfew and a regular check in.

The incident was triggered by Mr. Barnes leaving. If you want further information, contact me privately. It is my understanding that the inmates that were attacked don't have proper representation. If no one intends to temporarily represent them, I'll address them directly. Thank you to everyone that assisted me.

[He's going to be wound up for a little while, understandably. He's probably going to make Ben put other wardens that he might trust on his access list.]

[Warden Filter | Audio]

[Not long before this thread. Rhade sounds like he's running, so he's breathy. He's actually using his subdermal mic at the moment, so he doesn't have to carry his communicator while he's getting to the stairwell.]

There's a dead body near Barnes's former room. The culprit is the X-5 known as "Ben." Do not engage him if you can help it. Perry, make sure Kozak is in a safe location. [He doesn't even bother with a filter there- what Ben did to Kozak isn't a secret.] I'll need him maneuvered into the stairwell and his exits blocked. I can more adequately engage him there. [He has his reasons.]

Be on the alert for more dead or wounded. Ben does not have his strength or speed back but he's been trained for murder since he was a child. If you see him, contact me immediately.

[Private to the Admiral | Text]

( Gift List Under Cut )

[Letter to Una | Text]

( Letter to Former Passenger )

[Open Spam]

[Compared to immediately after the hotel, Rhade is in a much better mood (as good a mood as a cynical Nietzschean can ever be in). He's not minding company in his room again, walking with more of a stride, and generally getting more around the ship than he usually does. Even taking time to make a healthy stack of snowballs on the deck in hopes that he can start launching them at particular tiny Time Lords that might appear and be convenient to aim at.

That's where he ends up waiting the longest, hunkered down and waiting in a long coat with sleeves tailored to his boneblades. Were he a big cat again, his tail would be twitching to and fro.]

[Public | Text]

[Sent soon after he leaves the infirmary.]

Holiday meal preparations will be postponed until Saturday and for longer if requested. Materials for self-prepared items will be made available during the evenings in the meantime.

( Spam for Friends )

( Spam for Ben )

[Warden Filter | Audio]

Ben keeps returning with blood on his hands. I'm trying to keep in his vicinity but he can go into the next room and come back with it- and the hotel seems to be actively preventing me from following him on occasion. Doors will open or abruptly lock.

Please take stock of your inmates and fellow wardens and warn me if anyone is missing so that I can attempt to find them. [Rhade is frustrated, and doesn't know what to do. He's returned to his room at this point and he's actually holding the suture kit that he found on his end table as he makes the post, wondering if it has something to do with Ben. Ben's not going to hear him over the Blue Lady anyway, no matter what he says.]

[Filtered to Friends | Audio]

Can you verify your condition? [He won't ask if anyone's alright. How can they be? And it's not as if he can repair the damage if they aren't. He will likely only escalate the situation, because that's what he does. That's his role in the universe.

Or so the increasingly nagging feeling in the back of his head is telling him. He's trying very hard to distract himself.]

[Private to Perry VanShrike | Audio]

Could you do me a favor?

[Public | Audio]

I have several requests. For one, the lunch shift is no longer covered by a warden supervisor and we will require a volunteer. For another, I used to run drills aboard my ship. I know there are a few soldiers or former military here and convenient obstacle courses on which to train. If there are willing participants, I would like to start running some weekly drills again. [He may have other intentions that he wants to use this for as well.] I would like to give the training simulator some real use.

[And another thought.] I- [And he's thinking of requesting company again for that night. The network erroring made him feel a little out of sorts in a very lonely Nietzschean way. He decides ultimately not to, however.] -I suppose that will be it.

[Private to Iris | Audio]

[Since she's suitably matriarch-like and doesn't seem to be lacking in experience, he has a question for her.] May I ask you something? Depending on your number of courtiers in the past I thought you may have some reasonable advice.



OOC: You can respond or assume that he has his room door open to spam again.

( Privates to Ben and Dylan )

[Filtered to those that helped with the Flood | Audio]

I wanted to thank you for your assistance, admittedly belatedly. Hopefully any of the consequences weren't too disruptive for you.

[Private to the Admiral | Text]

I would like Ben's senses returned to him.

[Public | Video]

[He is opting for video this time, so the children that aren't human have someone also inhuman around, even if the only sign he's not entirely are the bones coming out his arms. Also, it's strange having to introduce himself again, but a lot of his cheekiness and bastardry is subdued to something more caring at the moment.]

My name is Gaheris Rhade, and I'm one of the adults on board. If you have an emergency, or if you're frightened, please contact someone. In the meantime, what do you like to eat.

Also, if you're an adult, please contact me privately.

[Kitchen Filter | Video]

[And his tone is back to normal.] If anyone is still themselves, please let me know.

[Private to Dylan | Video]

You had better be an adult. [This almost sounds like a threat.]

[Private to Tony Stark | Video]

[He's still a little pissed that Tony occasionally invokes the name of the Ubermensch on people which is kind of awful in his culture. But he remembers Paddy made pizza for the kids last time, and while he can follow a recipe he needs all the help he can get.] I need your help in the kitchen. You remember those pizzas you were referring to before? I require your assistance in making a number of them.

[Spam | Deck]

[A massive, nearly 900 pound big cat sidles his way onto the deck (easier to get to than the CES and feels more open somehow. He has a very faint fluff of fur where a mane should be, and spots on his forehead, and the dimmed stripes of a tiger that only came half-way through. Gaheris can talk, to either humans or animals. He's just basically not feeling particularly inclined to.

In fact, he feels more inclined to pace around for a bit, intending to lay down, until he finds a head of lettuce that's been left out near the greenhouse. He goes over to it, sniffs it, flicks the dark tufted tip of his faintly striped tail to and fro.

That's an unusual urge that he's feeling.

A moment later there's that same massive 900 lb cat rolling around on his back, and then hopping back up to pounce at the head of lettuce. Batting it, and then going after it as if it might get away.]



OOC: Rhade is a Liger. He mostly will be friendly- he's a big social kitty. Be warned, he might clean you. And his head is this big.

[Public | Audio]

Sometimes my people stage fights. It's amusing, since Nietzsche spoke out so vehemently against tribalism, but it's our way of celebrating competition. The combatants circle each other in the ring and fight, while the other contenders not currently participating drum.

But the drumming serves a purpose. While two are competing, the others cooperate and keep time. And as they keep time, they can see the timing of their future opponents moves. We don't have songs, we have drums. You don't kill your opponent. You're from the same Pride, the same genes, the same blood. They're a part of you. You want to gain strength from your competition with one another to face the enemies of your Pride.

I realized earlier, I miss drumming. [And he misses the fight, too.]

Mariska, it seems that the Admiral has seen fit to find a more suitable pairing for both of us. I would prefer if you found a warden that could supply your needs in the interim. [Also to keep an eye on you because you are kind of a scary lady.]

If I'm needed, I'll be on the deck for a little while.

[Filtered to Close Friends | Text]

[This is only to his really close friends. People that he's had significant conversations with or admitted really private things (or cared about wrangling private info out of them.]

i'm in the library. needsomeone to help meback to my room.

[Public | Text]

[This is sent later, after he has a better handle on himself.]

I am going to need assistance for the next week and additional workers for the dinner shift. Any help would be appreciated.

[Private to the Admiral | Audio]

[Ugh, he doesn't want to do this.] Return Mariska's duplication ability at one half strength.

[Public | Audio]

[He's feeling a little terse.] I have returned Mariska's duplication ability at one-half strength, with the understanding she will only use it in self-defense. [Yes, he is very unsure about this.] If she doesn't use them in this way, she is aware there will be consequences. [Both in losing her abilities and people defending themselves.] This will allow her to produce four copies of herself that she remains in communal contact with. If she is attacked for no reason, I will defend her.

[And he's out. Because he has to go scrub his face like that would remove the memory of her breathing in it. He has a feeling he's going to have to go kidnap a legitimate genesmith from his universe and figure out a way to save that baby himself.]

( Private to Castiel, Buffy, Dracula, and Dean )