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I feel like I just saw them, but like we've got months between us, too. [Shit's weird. :c]

Anything exciting make the "things we're not going to tell the loser from years before us" list? [So weird. :c]

...Not really things I want to talk about. But it looks like their timelines are more or less aligned with mine.

You okay?

Fine. [Meh. :c]

Tim. [It's me, bro. :c]

I'm okay. I just...don't know how to talk to them, right now.

Because of the time differences?

There isn't much time difference.

On the Barge, there is.

Yeah, I guess.

You can talk to me about it, you know.

I know. [He doesn't know what to say. :V]

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[Carla has been doing some thinking, and some hitting the punching bag, and some writing letters. She's also been hitting a baseball. That's what she's just come back from doing-wearing a sports top and shorts.]

...What's up?

[Is that a flash of apprehension? Yeep]

Do you mind if we talk in person?

[She nods.] Not at all.

...Do I need to file a report or anything like that?

No. That's one of the things we need to talk about. Common room on level one work for you?

Sure thing.

[Carla is there, in uniform with her hair in a braid behind her trying...trying not to look like she was called in on the carpet.

Stildyne had basically talked () to her, but she'd hit things and batted around a baseball and...she could do this.

She wasn't quitting.]

[Dick was already in the common room, sitting in one of the chairs in a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket over a blue t-shirt. He looked up as she entered and managed a sort of smile.]

Hi. I'm Dick. Sorry I didn't have a chance to introduce myself sooner.

[Okay. No uniform. No office. Just all...calm. Normal dressed.]

...Renaldi. [pause] Carla. Renaldi. James Bond introduction aside. [God. Good going Carla.]

[Is she still standing a little straight? Yep.]

[Dick just chuckles sympathetically, shaking his head slightly. It's sometimes hard for him to understand this kind of behavior, despite having been a young cop himself really not all that long ago.]

You can relax. I'm not your captain, and I'm not going to yell at you. I just want to talk.

[Carla...relaxes a hair. Just a hair. He talks like one of the guys but there's still that air of authority.

It's...enough to make her anxious. Breathing deep, she adjusts the badge on her chest]

...Sure. Can I sit?

[He is definitely asking why you're wearing the uniform around later. :V]

Yeah, of course.

[She sits and leans back]

Tell you the truth like, I expected to meet with the admiral again or like, another warden or have a team meeting or something. [her brow furrows] I didn't get a schedule or anything like that.

Alright, that's the first thing we need to talk about. This place isn't like a real prison. There's no schedule, very few rules on what goes on here, and the Admiral barely interferes with things. You're your own boss and the only thing you have to make sure you do is do right by your inmate. We don't really do team meetings and I am just another warden. There's nothing special about me that means you have to listen, I'm just hoping you do because I've been here for over a year and am pretty confident I know the ropes. You with me so far?