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[betacuck]

tick tock

[ Roman, true to his word, is at the Encosure already. He's got his hair slicked back, full business suit on--first appearances and all that--and his brow lifts as his temporary inmate just sort of... floats. Roman frowns. ]

Well that's new. Hiya.

[howtheyshine]

[Yellow... looks down, looks behind himself, looks back at Roman.]

What's new? I'm not doing anything.

[betacuck]

[ Breathe in. No big deal. pick your battles, Rome. ]

Right. So--you, me, let's get freaky, say hi, the whole schpiel.

[howtheyshine]

[R I P Roman Roy you have an incredibly literal-minded inmate for the month.]

Get... freaky...? [He has no idea what that means but it seems vaguely threatening.] Hi. What's a... schpiel.

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[betacuck]

[ Oh no.

Oh no no no. Roman's look is one of immediate forlorn despair. This is one of the people on the barge who don't get things like 'jokes' and 'cool vernacular.'

Does this guy know how to roast someone? What about sex pest bits? Does he do drug abuse jokes? Anything? ANYTHING? ]

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[betacuck]

Okay. Uh. Not sure it's relevant to the conversation so don't worry about it, the point is I'm your new warden.

[howtheyshine]

John says you talk about sex and your dick a lot. Is that what getting freaky is?

[Look you distracted him Roman this is your own fault.]

[betacuck]

Uh--

[ welp ]

Yyyyyeah, but it's also just a thing you say. Let's--okay, let's maybe focus, a little? You've been to the enclosure before, right?

[howtheyshine]

[A brief pause because now that he's started asking questions it's annoying to stop. But he manages.]

Yes, at Halloween.

[betacuck]

Okay, great! Progress. Fuck yeah. Okay, so you know how you can do anything you want with this thing? I thought you could show me a place that makes you feel less.... You know.

[ Roman makes a flighty sort of sound, wiggling his fingers. ]

Safe, or comfortable, or... that shit.

[howtheyshine]

[Yellow-- Edwin-- You know what he's not thinking about a name right now, it doesn't matter!!!]

You... want me to show you a place that makes me feel less safe?

[betacuck]

No.

[ Fuck. That's right. He can't just trail off and assume his line of thought is being followed with this guy! he's go to finish his sentences and be, like, a good warden and shit. Roman scunches his nose and pinches the bridge of it. He's definitely texting Raylan after this. ]

The opposite. I thought it would be nice if we had a little get-to-know-you in a place you were, like, alright with.

[howtheyshine]

Oh. [UHHHHH. A safe place. A safe place. He can think of several but they're all just.... different places on the barge.] I don't... know any on earth.

[betacuck]

That's fine. Earth's shitty anyway. What about where you're from on not-earth?

[ He's, like, a demon, right? Or some shit...? ]

[howtheyshine]

There were no safe places before that. [It's a quiet grumble, like a kid on a playground muttering something they think is going to get them punched in the junk.]

[betacuck]

[ Oh boy.

Roman exhales slowly, looking around like there may be someone to help him. There isn't. ]

Tell you what. You cool with water and trees?

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[howtheyshine]

"Yes." He actually does seem to brighten at that, or at least the tone of his voice does. "I like plants. I thought the crab apples in the greenhouse were animals, but they're seeds, and now I have some growing in my cabin."

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[betacuck]

It's a start. Roman presses his lips into a thin line.

"Are you familiar with a place called Montanna?"

[howtheyshine]

"No." But he sounds curious now rather than defensive.

[betacuck]

Okay. So part of being a warden is being vulnerable, right? Right. Roman exhales loudly, blowing a raspberry as he does so.

"One of my brothers took me fly fishing in Montanna when I was really young. It sucked, but it was fun. You wanna check it out?"

[howtheyshine]

"Oh. Yes." Definitely intrigued now. He perks up, signified more by his tone and the way he floats fractionally higher than any actual expression on his blank, broken mask. "What is 'fly fishing'?"

[betacuck]

That's gonna take some getting used to, too. Roman adjusts his line of sight appropriately.

"You know I don't have any fucking idea? Con didn't catch anything, he just sort of stood in the river with the dumbest looking pants I've seen. C'mon."

He's already at the closure itself, fiddling with the controls.

"You can tell me about yourself and shit."

[howtheyshine]

Yellow follows, still curious and now also surprised at Roman's interest. Arthur and JD caring made sense, even Collins to a degree, given they were all from the same place. Jedao he can understand. Hunter-- well, Hunter got to know him after they were paired, too, he supposes, though it wasn't this deliberate.

"Uh. What... do you want to know about? I've only existed as I am for..." He raises a few tentacles to study like they'll help him do the math before he looks at Roman again. "Eighty days. Only three of those were before this place."

[betacuck]

Roman stops what he's doing entirely, craning his neck around.

"Excuse me?"

[howtheyshine]

Edwin gives him a blank look in return. ...Well, yes, because his face is literally a blank mask, but somehow his aura also manages to communicate 'what, like it's weird?'

"I've only existed as I am for eighty days, and three of them were before the barge. Before that I was in the Dark World, a lifeless dimension of chaos in which the refuse of the universe collects."