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[broughtwhiskey]

open spam - anywhere.
[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]

[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]

[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]

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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]

How many of you are here?

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[broughtwhiskey]

Nothing very specific.

[People don't seem all that intent on providing him with very many details. Just skirting around it.]

[strangehistorian]

We encountered a ship much like this one, with the aim to corrupt inmates rather than rehabilitate them. The passengers were lost after we left it behind.

[broughtwhiskey]

Any chance they're still trapped on that other ship?

[strangehistorian]

A chance, perhaps. But none of the accounts I have heard makes it seem like a likely outcome.

[broughtwhiskey]

And I suppose finding them again is largely out of the question.

[strangehistorian]

We don't know how we came to encounter them in the first place. You would need to ask the Admiral about that!

[broughtwhiskey]

From what I hear, he isn't the most reliable source of information.

[strangehistorian]

Hm, not really. I don't think he outright lies, though!

[broughtwhiskey]

That's reassuring.

[Except not really.]

[strangehistorian]

It is a poor option, but unfortunately our only one.

[broughtwhiskey]

There's really nothing else?

[strangehistorian]

No. Or if there is, we've never found it.

[broughtwhiskey]

Not much for optimism, are you?

[strangehistorian]

I consider myself very optimistic, but I have had experience here that leads me to certain conclusions.

[broughtwhiskey]

Experience such as?

[strangehistorian]

Ship-wide threats are not met with any real help, besides the Admiral. If anyone else is available, they have no stake in the well-being of the vessel or its passengers.

[broughtwhiskey]

Seems a bit dangerous to be putting that much stock into one person.

[Or whatever the hell the Admiral is. Still. Over-reliance on one thing can be a very bad thing.]

[strangehistorian]

The wardens here are also very capable.

[broughtwhiskey]

I've noticed.

[Is he being sarcastic or sincere? It's hard to tell through text, but it's up to Chromie's interpretation.]

[strangehistorian]

Would you be interested in a pamphlet for newcomers?

[broughtwhiskey]

Sure. I'd appreciate that.

[strangehistorian]

Great! You can come pick it up at the library, or I can bring it to your cabin!

[broughtwhiskey]

I'll stop by the library some time and pick it up.

[strangehistorian]

Great! I'll see you then.