mightthinkthat: Francis is looking interested, sitting behind his desk. (considering)

[Private to Self] )
[Public]

And slowly but surely we get back on our feet. The survivors of death, the survivors of the uncontrolled wounds that were not about them, enduring despite it all. 

In this vein, rather than simply reducing ourselves to hard words or even harder blows and skulking back into our respective corners, we should have a gathering. Much along the lines that Iris was speaking of, we could all go to the deck and mourn the lives we had in that breach, or the ones that came before. Watch the stars go by. Bring our own drinks and remind ourselves that we're all outcasts from one reality or another.

In the vein of Isaac Asimov, whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be a hell of a lot worse. 
mightthinkthat: Francis is cloaked in darkness. (concerned)
[Private to Self] )

[Public]

I'm afraid I've seemed to have lost my bet. Still, despite its... difficulties, it was an interesting flood. Steph did well enough out of it. [He smiles genuinely.] Anyone else experience good news.

[Private to Scorpius]

My future warden self is no doubt deeply disappointed, Scorpius.
mightthinkthat: Francis, in a tux, with a black eye (beaten but not surrendered)
[Francis, upon realising that he's not this kind of dresser. Ever, looks down at his clothes, takes a deep breath and. Gets over it. A wacky suit is hardly an injury worth grinding your teeth over and easily remedied besides.

And so he does, returning to his room, stripping off the... very bright clothes and putting on a somewhat plainer grey trousers, a blue cotton cardigan and a lighter blue shirt beneath.

As he finishes, he gets himself a drink and activates the video function for himself.] 

[Private to Self] )

[Public]

[When the video changes to public, Francis has the... outfit, if you can even call it that, on a hanger, looking it over. He glances over to the camera with an eyebrow raised.] Apparently, we do need accessories for floods. 

[He gives the camera his full attention.] Possibly some of the Old Guard would care to share with us Novices just what they've found useful over their time here? Some of you have been here years as I understand it. At  the very least it should be on that pamphlet somewhere. Anyone would like to volunteer?
mightthinkthat: Ian Richardson posing in front of parliament. (ain't I a stinker?)
 [Private to self]

Well, of course it wasn't that easy. And there was the matter of placing myself on that world. So like my own. [He lets out a laugh.] Apart from that 'Below' business. 

But not my world. I wasn't present at all. [He smiles.] What a poorer world for it! [Contemplatively:] A terrible shame what became of the lady. She was well loved in this world. Still, she had two sons here, so that was something to be grateful for.

Now we have 'the Barge'. I remember what Elizabeth said. That I should always find a challenge. Keep my mind active and sharp. It seems that in killing me, she guaranteed it! [He looks thoughtful again.] Would that she know about it. 

[Public]

When I was growing up, my pastor was filled with the grim vitriol of the passioned believer, slamming his bible against the pulpit, telling us all that we were destined to end up in the fiery pits of hell to be burned and scorned for all eternity. We were all sinners and we all needed repent them. 

Of course, it was something of a double edged sword. When your religion exhorts you to be a good boy while simultaneously telling you that any attempts on your part to do so was ultimately futile because God had decided your fate long before you were born, you tended to form a kind of apathy about the whole thing, whether you believed or not.

I confess, while I lay bleeding to death in my wife's embrace, my being sent to hell... or 'purgatory' for you lightweights [He smiles a little], didn't occur to me in the slightest. I'm sure it occurred to others, of course, but politics will do that.

[There's a slight twinkle in his eye.] ...Do you think the Admiral is a Labour man?

I will admit, I don't remember any of my teachings to feature such a... 'high tech' purgatory, with dining halls and 'wardens'. 

As I discovered, [he shoots the camera a disarming smile] there doesn't seem to be much freedom to escape. So I'm a little unclear on the point of wardens? To keep us from bashing each other's heads in? Surely, not a concern to our Admiral, given his skills. 

You can come and go as you please, so perhaps you're solely here to hammer home just how trapped inmates are. Of course, no doubt there's a certain... satisfaction in being above others, particularly others that you can point to be less... moral than you are, but otherwise, I don't see the appeal.

Of course, if anyone should care to enlighten me, I'd be obliged.

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