[voice]

[unmakeme_tlv]

Sokolov has... taken ill. [Yep, that's what she's going to call it. Taken ill. Not "randomly passed the fuck out in the hallway outside her door" or anything. Taken ill sounds less ridiculous.]

If you had any plans with him for the immediate future, they will need to be rescheduled.

This includes the self defense class I have scheduled this week.

[She gets the feeling this message should be longer. But there's really nothing else to say, is there? So she doesn't.]

Comments

[silvestris]

If you get bored, there's a marker in the art room and an infirmary full of other people who could use some temporary tattoos. It's practically a national pastime here.

[unmakeme]

[Marking up her own inmate, not so much. Marking up other people? That... sounds like the sort of thing Clint would do. It makes her smile.]

I don't imagine that would make me very popular.

[silvestris]

You're a Warden and rumor has it you can kick over half the beefeaters on the ship. Popularity's not in your cards; better to be respected and funny.

[unmakeme]

[Oh, why the fuck not?]

Want to go draw dicks on people?

[silvestris]

I'll get the pens.

[She's grinning, surprised and pleased that Natasha is up for it. It's hard to find Wardens who will actually do anything recreational with inmates.]

What color strikes you?

[unmakeme]

Purple.

[If she's channeling Clint for this, it's really the only option.]

[silvestris]

Meet you there in five. Keep a lookout; not all Wardens are as devious as you.

[unmakeme]

They don't have to be as devious, as long as they're easier to overpower.

[She's mostly kidding. So far, only a few have really rubbed her the wrong way.]

Five.

[silvestris]

[Selina laughs, and in a little under five she saunters up, playing with the pens between her fingers.]

[unmakeme]

[Natasha smirks a little, takes the purple marker. She's still feeling Selina out. She knows the woman isn't stable, that much is obvious. Of course, Thor isn't exactly stable. Or Banner. Clint. Herself. Stark is the poster child for instability and horrible life choices. It's a red flag, but not a guarantee of something sinister lurking.

Of course, she's also an inmate. That is a bit more damning. But the only way to figure it out is to get to know her. By drawing dicks on people.]

All right, let's go make some coma patients hate us.