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[poetontheinside]

[After Jedao's message about how Credence might be going through a rough time, he's at his cabin door, knocking-- not urgently, but certainly loud enough to make clear he wont back off.]

[credere]

Credence's cabin interior is completely demolished. The bed is in splinters, the brass light fixtures twisted and snapped, the wallpaper torn off the walls. None of the furnishings are recognisable any more. It looks like a bomb went off in there, because to all intents and purposes, it did.

He's sitting in a corner now, with his cats, who'd been safe in the bathroom while he was detonating.

"What is it?"

[poetontheinside]

"Housekeeping," he calls out, trying to keep it light. He's worried, but he's not exactly the kind of guy who'll try to keep him from throwing a few punches.

"You decent?"

[credere]

"Yes. The door is unlocked."

He stretches his legs out, lightly pushing aside some of the wreckage to make space.

Before the port | voice

[poetontheinside]

Hey-- you still wanna try out boxing? Gym's pretty quiet right now if you got the time.

Re: Before the port | voice

[credere]

I...

[....can't think of a good excuse to say no.]

Alright. Do I need to bring anything? I don't have any...special clothes.

[what is a sweatpant.]

[poetontheinside]

[Good enough!]

Nah. If you like it we'll hit up the wardrobe, find you something to wear for next time. Just nothing too tight, or too many layers?

right after waking up from his coma

[poetontheinside]

Hey-- hey, fuck, hey, I been-- I think I been in a coma for a couple days, Aurelius. You okay? Just check in.

Re: right after waking up from his coma

[credere]

I'm fine.

[got tipsy and slept with his neighbour NB...D...?]

...It's been longer than a couple days.

[poetontheinside]

--how long? [He can at least breathe a sigh of relief when he hears Credence's voice.]

[poetontheinside]

Hey-- C. Saw your message to Luke. [Actually, he's really proud of him, for saying what he meant and not blowing up about it. And it's clear from Ray's voice (and his own, angry message) that he thinks Credence is right.]

Enclosure? I'll bring a gun, or we can spar, or whatever.

[credere]

Enclosure.

I...bring your gun.

[He thinks there's a real chance he'll hurt him if they try boxing, and...well, Ray's not the one he wants to hurt, frankly.]

There's something I want to show you, too.

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, alright. Be there in a sec, buddy.

[And he is: he puts his shoulder holster on, throws his leather jacket over it and makes his way over to the Enclosure. He isn't setting it up yet; maybe whatever Credence wants to show him is something that needs a specific setting? Who knows.]

[routemistress]

'Ey Credence. You still need people on the dinner shift? Can you take my Spike?

[credere]

Hello.

Yes, that would be fine.

[routemistress]

Thank you, my darling. 'E's a bit of a lazy arse but 'e's a good lad. Once you get 'im giving a shit about the job 'e'll be brilliant.

voice

[anonyreyev]

I have something for you. Can you stay back with me after our shift tonight?

Re: voice

[credere]

Yes, of course.

[Strange that he didn't just wait for their shift, but he'll roll with it.]

[anonyreyev]

He's excitable, is his problem.

He's there early, hand in his pocket, playing with something there and waiting for Credence to come let him into the kitchen.

[mausoleavemealone]

Hey Warden, want to watch me do some gardening?

[He's not gardening, he's just bored and usually when he's bored he's got a brother haunting his footsteps.]

[credere]

I like being called Credence more.

But yes, alright. I can meet you in the greenhouse.

[mausoleavemealone]

Sorry, I was raised on an unhealthy diet of weird titles.

I'll see you there.

[Klaus makes his way to the greenhouse, carrying an ominously clean trowel. The greenhouse is pretty nice, to be honest. Just a chill place full of nice plants and not too many people. It's relaxing. He should bring the beat up old record player from his room up here sometime. Plants like music, don't they?]

text

[anonyreyev]

Credence,

I was wondering if I'd see you on dinner shift tonight?

As I said- I thought I'd take a day and then ask if you if you were ready for me to return. A few more days? Whatever it is you need.

-Peter

Re: text

[credere]

You can come back tonight.

[because he won't be there!]

Re: text

[anonyreyev]

Where are you?

[He texts, predictably, twenty minutes later.]