C'rizz

[VIDEO]
So. I'm leaving. In a week's time. [C'rizz is in his room, and his skin is roughly the colour of the sandstone walls, but the saturation is higher and there are brighter blotches around his eyes, cheeks, and neck. He's quite excited. And nervous. And excited.]

You probably saw Marsh's announcement a bit ago. It was nice of him to make it, as I was mostly still sitting in my room remembering how not to hyperventilate at the time. I didn't expect I would... leave here. Really. Ever.

Marsh is a kind man. I don't know how many people aboard really know him, but he's lovely. He hates being told so and he hates overt gestures of appreciation, which is why I think you should all do something nice for him so that he makes that slightly horrified face and leans back slightly as if he's allergic to reciprocal kindness.

There are... quite a few people here I'll be sorry not to be able to see again. Marsh, you're one of them, I'm going to miss you more than I can say, and yes I'm saying this publically so deal with it. You've been amazing. The rest of you, I hope you know who you are. I'll be dropping by to say goodbye. But I'm glad to be leaving this place.

[He trails off as if he's not sure what else to say, and then ends the video there.]

[OPEN SPAM: ALL WEEK]
[C'rizz's door is open, and he's alternating between packing and just sort of sitting around looking a bit shocked-- yes, still, after a few weeks. He makes excursions out to visit friends and people who have been kind to him, but his door is also entirely open to strangers.

He keeps hoping he'll see Roderick-- but he's fairly sure he'll have to figure out for himself whether or not it's going to hurt him too much to go say goodbye. He wants to. But he doesn't want to hurt Roderick anymore than he's been. ]

[Public vidya]
[Older, human, unfamiliar, a man with tear-streaks on his face and a mad rage in his eyes.]

Who brought me here? What use? I was undone.
What fool thought me a danger still? Oh no-
Oh tribunes, you had no ear for old men.
Phantom, who took me to this cursed place,
Ere you silenced me, Andronicus was mute!
A prisoner needing no new imprisonment.

What further hell? What new insult?
To grind a corpse's face into the dust?

No-- I know.
Tamora is the authoress of this.
She's set a spark to withered flesh- I burn,
Now burn, to remedy my older fault,
That spared the mother when the son was slain!

[C'rizz is Titus Andronicus, an old roman general whose life is so very fucked up right now and about to become moreso. If you google the play beware CW for basically ALL THE THINGS]

[Public]

...I appreciate everyone who looked after me when I was smaller.

Also if there's such a thing as cocoa without powdered milk in I need about ten pounds of it.

( Gift list under cut )

...barge, has anyone seen Jack Napier? If you don't know the name-- he's tall? Green hair, unusually pale for a human?

Only I can't find him. He was there before the lights went out.

[VOICE: filtered to anyone the Dalek emperor has had success manipulating, threatening, or bribing aka 'FRIENDS LIST']

If you value firepower over leisure, bring your infiltrators to us. Our rewards are more permanent than the Admiral's.

[VOICE: Private to Marsh]
Do you wish to see your home again?

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[C'rizz has figured out what's going on and he's trying not to get his hopes up. Really, it's a huge universe. Lots of huge universes. What are the chances that...

But.]

Hello? Who can hear me, outside of the barge?

[PUBLIC VIDEO]
[The video opens up with C'rizz grinning, something that maybe two people have seen on the barge before now-- an easy grin, not a rictus, but his golden eyes are manic. And his skin is crawling with colours, patches brightening and receding slowly without any relation to the bright colours around him-- jarring and eyewatering and garish.]

You know, the barge would be-- stop me if I'm wrong, the barge would be a much nicer place if people would lighten up? 'Oh, goodness me, I'm a big tough territorial sort and I'm going to have to kill someone before I can admit I'm stuck here.' 'Ohh all I know how to do is murder people so I'll just stick a knife in people.'

That's why you're all so angry, because someone is actually having fun. Look inside. Deeper. Behind the ribs. Keep digging. Can't you see it's just a little funny? Just a bit?

[He starts to laugh-- not a scream but a hysterical guffaw from deep in his chest, and the video cuts out to-]

[Filtered away from Jack/Joker and Mason]

I'm-- hahahaha, I'm compromised pretty badly, woo. [He wipes his eyes, still grinning.] But not as badly as he thinks I am.

Ahahahaha... no, no, but seriously we need to get Jack back. These drugs aren't going to kill me as fast as they kill humans, I can... hehe. Help.

[He looks down at his arm, spots of neon blue appearing and pulsing.]

Oooh, that's not normal. Nerve damage, do you think? [He wiggles his fingers; that sends him off on another laughing jag, and he cuts the feed.]


[OPEN SPAM]
[It isn't just the Smilex in his system. He can feel the shape of the Joker's mind. He's... mirroring it. More than he wants to. But he has it under control.

...mostly.

But it's funny, it's so hilariously funny, the look of fear as something lurches out of the dark at someone and they see their mortality; nobody expects that. And so he's lurking around the barge, more or less impossible to see when there's a joke in the offing, because his altered mind will blend, then-- he'll shove someone in front of a bumper car before he'll whisk them back to safety, because haha, you thought you were going to die and you didn't!

He gets it. He gets the joke. And what's life without a laugh? Fortunate that there's another part of his mind that says 'life is important'. And he's gripping that like a safety line.]

[The Dalek Emperor transmits in audio only, but there's no mistaking him/them for anyone else-- not with that characteristic modulated, stilted whine of a voice.]

Strictest attention must be paid to the Admiral's announcement of pairings. The inmate designated as Marsh is now a subject of the Daleks. He will not be controlled without the permission of the Daleks. He will not be injured without the permission of the Daleks. Do not intrude. You will be exterminated.

[Private to Marsh]

Inmate designate Marsh, we have studied your file. Come to our chambers, we will speak to you.

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[The feed switches on and shows ....mostly a sandstone wall.

But when part of the wall blinks, yellow eyes vanishing and reappearing, it becomes easier to make out the outline, the face-and-neck shaped places where the colors are blurred and blobby, more a suggestion of sandstone than the crisp striations around it. And there are features-- a human enough face, a young man's face-- a bald, ridged scalp, rather scaley looking plates under the jaw.

And when the figure speaks, even in a whisper his voice clangs of some finishing school in the home counties.]

Charley-? Charlotte, are you there?

Doctor?

I don't know where I am. This isn't Aboresh's planet.

Am I not dead?

Are you there?