037 VOICE LIST THIRTEEN

[deadliestviper]

[Private to Cassel]
What the hell happened? Did you know about this?

What the fuck is wrong with the gym? [Instead of panicked, Beatrix sounds annoyed. No, more than annoyed; exasperated, as if the gym's stayed out hours past curfew.] Does the Admiral have some sort of objection to exercising now?

Since it's locked and barred I guess we're all back to doing push-ups in our rooms and testing out our skills in the CTS. In the meantime, the Admiral better not be taking a page out of Sato's book. The pub I almost understand, but the gym...

Who wants to bet the candy's a peace offering? [There's a crinkling of plastic wrap, and when she speaks again it's a little unclear from the caramel.]

Yeah. It'll definitely take better than this to make up for it.

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private

[patheticvillain]

What the shit are you talking about?

private

[deadliestviper]

I can't get inside. Why's it locked up and dark?

private

[patheticvillain]

Oh my fucking god I am going to just.

I had no idea, it must've just happened. You tried breaking it down yet?

private

[deadliestviper]

Was there an end to that sentence?

I'm working on it. [And indeed, there is rhythmic, if loud, banging on her end of the line. So far I can't even get it to budge.

private > spam

[patheticvillain]

There will be when I figure out something nasty enough.

Hold on, I'll be there in a sec.

[Aaand he is, staring at the door accusingly like what the shit ass dicks.]

Worth looking for a battering ram, you think?

spam

[deadliestviper]

[Bea has been punching the door in a get the hell off my lawn motherfucker manner, but so far it's had no effect. Not even a splinter.]

Why not? If it doesn't open we'll call it an act of protest.

spam

[patheticvillain]

And the explosives we go for after that can be extra protest.

[He runs his hands over the entrance, then stares at Bea helplessly.]

What the hell, is this some kind of Toshiko shit again?

spam

[deadliestviper]

Exactly. We're just trying to get attention.

[That's obviously the thing she's been trying not to think. Bea flinches, then shrugs her shoulders.] I don't know.

If it is, we're not letting it get that far this time.

spam

[patheticvillain]

Okay.

[He pulls at the wrists of his gloves nervously.]

So we'll try everything we can to get this open. If it doesn't work, just keep checking back to see if anything's changed. In the meantime, keep an eye out for anything weird.

Er. Than usual.

spam

[deadliestviper]

[Bea glances at him and nods, one hand settled on her hip. She runs the other over the door again, checking for spot weakened by the punches, but no such luck.]

Will do. Do you know anyone who can pick locks?

spam

[patheticvillain]

Yeah. Me. Scoot over.

[He reaches into his pockets for the eternally-present gear.]

spam

[deadliestviper]

[She moves aside to make room for him, absently rubbing her knuckles.]

If you didn't get it, do you think the key's anywhere on board?

spam

[patheticvillain]

Could be.

[He speaks with some distraction, focusing on trying to get a purchase on the lock. It's proving pretty fruitless.]

If this turns into a fucking scavenger hunt for a key I'm not playing.