[There's a hard edge to Charles' voice that's just not present on the normal Barge under just about any circumstance, and he sounds somewhere between amused and disgusted.]
I wish I could say I was surprised to hear that so many of you are considering breaking down the Admiral's door in the slim hope that they'll be able to inherit his position, [And everyone should know exactly how he's heard that.] But in case anyone's forgotten, most roads to the Admiral end in vaporization. With the death toll barely operational, is that really a risk worth taking, just to instate your own fascist regime on this creaking wreck of a ship?
[This is directed at wardens as much as it is directed towards any inmates hoping to get out of here.]
Take off your blinders. What better way to lull the more power hungry or desperate amongst us into a false sense of hope than to suggest that door offers anything more than an excruciatingly painful end? Murdering each other to get at it is just going to save it the bother of killing you itself.
[Spam for Erik]
[Supplies are - and have been - running low for quite some time, and while Charles hasn't always been the best warden, getting what he wants has never been a problem. Ever. It's better not to ask how he comes by what he does, even though most people probably can guess, anyway.
He's never made what he can do a secret. Not here.
And his priority now - and has been, for longer than he feels comfortable admitting even to himself because it could be dangerous for both of them - is making sure that no matter what happens - because he is far less optimistic about their situation than he might lead others to believe - that Erik still has food and medical supplies and whatever else he might need. Erik has been and probably always will be his Achilles' heel, and he's already had to prove - more than once - just how far he's willing to go to protect him. It's a weakness too many people know about, and he tries to convince himself that he doesn't care, that it's better that they know what they're risking when they try to start trouble with the inmate.
So he's returning to his friend's room with lunch. He'd been able to get his hands on a can of soup, some bread that isn't quite stale, apples, cheese and - most excitingly - alcohol that wasn't made from fermented god-knows-what in someone's bathtub. He doesn't bother knocking - his friend knows he's here, and the door swings open before he can even reach out to touch the doorknob, which gets a small, wry grin out of him as he steps into the room.]
Thank you.
[Private to Raven and Alex, post spam]
[Despite... everything that he's feeling right now, Charles' voice is as cold and businesslike as usual when he clicks on the feed.]
We need to speak.
[ooc: So Charles' detailed au history is available here! with a cw for brief discussion of wrongful institutionalization. The short version is that he's Magneto, which means he takes no one's shit and is bitter, ruthless, and a-okay with using violence to get what he wants and protect what he has. He's also done a lot of yelling about mutant rights and is way more fast and loose with his telepathy.]
I wish I could say I was surprised to hear that so many of you are considering breaking down the Admiral's door in the slim hope that they'll be able to inherit his position, [And everyone should know exactly how he's heard that.] But in case anyone's forgotten, most roads to the Admiral end in vaporization. With the death toll barely operational, is that really a risk worth taking, just to instate your own fascist regime on this creaking wreck of a ship?
[This is directed at wardens as much as it is directed towards any inmates hoping to get out of here.]
Take off your blinders. What better way to lull the more power hungry or desperate amongst us into a false sense of hope than to suggest that door offers anything more than an excruciatingly painful end? Murdering each other to get at it is just going to save it the bother of killing you itself.
[Spam for Erik]
[Supplies are - and have been - running low for quite some time, and while Charles hasn't always been the best warden, getting what he wants has never been a problem. Ever. It's better not to ask how he comes by what he does, even though most people probably can guess, anyway.
He's never made what he can do a secret. Not here.
And his priority now - and has been, for longer than he feels comfortable admitting even to himself because it could be dangerous for both of them - is making sure that no matter what happens - because he is far less optimistic about their situation than he might lead others to believe - that Erik still has food and medical supplies and whatever else he might need. Erik has been and probably always will be his Achilles' heel, and he's already had to prove - more than once - just how far he's willing to go to protect him. It's a weakness too many people know about, and he tries to convince himself that he doesn't care, that it's better that they know what they're risking when they try to start trouble with the inmate.
So he's returning to his friend's room with lunch. He'd been able to get his hands on a can of soup, some bread that isn't quite stale, apples, cheese and - most excitingly - alcohol that wasn't made from fermented god-knows-what in someone's bathtub. He doesn't bother knocking - his friend knows he's here, and the door swings open before he can even reach out to touch the doorknob, which gets a small, wry grin out of him as he steps into the room.]
Thank you.
[Private to Raven and Alex, post spam]
[Despite... everything that he's feeling right now, Charles' voice is as cold and businesslike as usual when he clicks on the feed.]
We need to speak.
[ooc: So Charles' detailed au history is available here! with a cw for brief discussion of wrongful institutionalization. The short version is that he's Magneto, which means he takes no one's shit and is bitter, ruthless, and a-okay with using violence to get what he wants and protect what he has. He's also done a lot of yelling about mutant rights and is way more fast and loose with his telepathy.]
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