||| 014 spam/text/video

[outofclothes]

day one - spam.

[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]

[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]

[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]

day two - text - vin.

[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]

you're quiet.

day two - spam.

[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]

[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]

[It's their lucky day.]

day three - video.

[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]

Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.

((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))

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day 3

[this_corrosion]

Yes. Why, do you know a way off?

[outofclothes]

I might.

[Yep, super going to toy with him.]

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, alright. Tell us, then.

[outofclothes]

What's it worth to you?

[this_corrosion]

A lot, but that's not the point. Why are you still here if you know how to leave, unless you're going to bring people with you?

[outofclothes]

[He laughs and none of is warm or even remotely Stark-like.]

Well, that's the thing. I'd be more than happy to bring people with me. They just might not be so enthused.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, I've no desire to stay here.

private/text

[indispensible]

what does that mean?

[She's wary. Of everything and everyone, even more than normal. There are many worse Starks out there than the one she usually knows.]

private/text

[outofclothes]

it means you are depriving everyone of your artistic genius.

private/text

[indispensible]

[Well that bodes poorly.]

I'm no artist.

private/text

[outofclothes]

don't start getting humble. you know that's not going to issue any asspats.

private/text

[indispensible]

it is Lucifer, then.

private/text

[outofclothes]

now vin, we talked about the formalties. what gives?

don't tell me you're affected.

private/text

[indispensible]

no, you are. we don't know each other as well as you think we do.

[characterdefect]

You got any suggestions?

[outofclothes]

Oh, I've got a list. Of course, I'm open to suggestions and constructive feedback.

[characterdefect]

You better give me the list first.

[outofclothes]

I go beyond human limitations, you know. In case you were hoping to copy.

[deadly_ned]

[Well, well. Look who it is. His old warden]

Stark.

[outofclothes]

Ned! There's my favorite little drytt. Where have you been?

[deadly_ned]

I've been here. Serving a better master than you.

[outofclothes]

Is that so?

[He looks like he's trying not to laugh.]

How's the furball, by the way?

[deadly_ned]

Digby? I haven't seen him.

[The Piemaker seems oddly unbothered by this]

[outofclothes]

Isn't that precious? You're a tinman now.

[deadly_ned]

I'm a servant of the Lich King.

And I will do his bidding until the end of my days.