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So, in light of Amanda's most recent network post, and some of the stuff Hoffman said to me while he was in the infirmary, I think it might be a good idea for someone to go through his room and make sure he doesn't have anything dangerous stored in there that we don't know about. There's some really bad blood between these two, and I'm pretty sure no one but the two of them really wants them to just keep killing each other every week.

I'd be happy to look through Hoffman's room myself, but if anyone's got particularly strong feelings about wanting to help, I wouldn't say no to an extra pair of hands.

And speaking of weapons and all that, does anyone actually know how she got her hands on the knife in the first place? I know she's unassigned, but I thought people were trying to keep an eye on that, all things considered.

[Private to Ariadne]

Did you ever find out where she got the knife?

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See you there.

[ooc: Ramen said there's a toolbox with knives and other pointy things, plus a pig mask they could get their hands on, so up to you, I don't mind either way! <3]

[Donny had been hanging around with his inmate in the kitchens, not thinking ahead as usual when he agreed to show up on Level 7 in five minutes. The guy wasn't one to take the elevator when he could use the stairs, which meant that he had to haul ass in order to get there on time, sweating and panting and looking like a real jerk for showing up about five minutes later than what he promised anyway.

At least the run had given him time to think. He wondered what they might find in the guy's room, considering he was about as crazy as Amanda...maybe even crazier (and she was pretty much looney tunes).]

[Dick was actually habitually late to just about anything that wasn't related to the whole crime fighting/professional side of things, so while he was already outside of Hoffman's room by the time Donny showed up, he didn't mind that the other warden hadn't been there in exactly five minutes. It was sort of something you got used to when you worked weird hours and couldn't tell everyone where you were going and everything.]

Hey, thanks for coming. You got an idea of what we should expect, or do you want a rundown?

[Donny, still panting and sweating from the sudden marathon down some stairs, gave Dick a bit of a salute and nodded his head towards the door.]

Yeah, no problem. I've got experience with Amanda, so if they're anything alike I should be fine. He's probably got just a lot of junk in his room. [Potentially deadly junk.] After you, guy.

[Dick nodded and opened the door to the room, looking around for a beat before actually stepping inside. It wasn't a little less... creepy and warehouseish than from Amanda's had been, with a bed in the middle of the room, a couple of bookcases to the right and a desk where there might normally be a window. From the cursory glance around, it didn't seem like there was anything too incriminating, although there was something that looked suspiciously like a gun safe near the desk.]

I can check out the desk, you want to go through the safe? I'd like to think the Admiral's smart enough to take guns away from inmates but god only knows with this place, right?

[There was definitely less junk in Hoffman's room, though Donny was still on high-alert as he took his first glance around the place. The sight of the safe was fairly off-putting, as the Admiral had restocked Amanda's supplies even after she had successfully played her second game, so who knows what the guy might let inmates keep.]

Yeah, God knows. [He frowned and started towards the safe, crouching beside it and inspecting it carefully before even the thought of touching it crossed his mind.] Do we know wheah she got the fahkin' knife?

The best information we have right now is "not the kitchens." [From his tone, it was pretty obvious how ridiculous he thought it was that one, she'd gotten her hands on it in the first place and two, that they still had no idea where it had come from. Talk about the system failing in the biggest way. He elaborated as he started going through the desk, mentally cataloging everything on it and in it much like he'd done with Amanda's.]

Paddy thinks it could be another inmate trying to help her for "protection", but we don't have any ideas of who that could be besides Blonsky because he helped her out the last time, and that's not exactly a confession.

Protection. [Donny snorted loudly.] As far as I can tell, she hasn't got any friends...unless she's talking to some people secret-like.

[He put his ear to the door of the safe, not really used to the kind of safe that had a button instead of a knob, but figuring he could probably still jimmy open the thing without the use of dynamite. He grunted and knocked on the door with his knuckles, then started trying combinations of numbers.]

Anyway, she needs her filters taken away from her if she still has 'em, and maybe some forced quality time with some wardens. She has too much time on her hands. [Not that Donny was biased. Noooo. No way.]

Why anyone would want to work with her is totally beyond me. I mean, this isn't some "if you hide these knives for me, I'll give you an awesome paycheck" situation, other inmates don't have really anything to benefit from helping her out. We all know she's beyond crazy.

[He continued investigating the contents of the desk. So far, there wasn't anything overly suspicious, no extra radios or random pieces of equipment like he'd been warned about by Howie and T'Pol, just run of the mill stuff that he never the less looked over just to be sure.] Ariadne's been keeping an eye on her, but she needs an actual warden, someone who can keep up with her and make sure she doesn't start taking out her boredom on the rest of us. What I wouldn't give for a copy of her file.

Maybe she promises to just keep her crazy ass away from them? [Donny shuddered a little at the mention of her file. He really didn't want to know. Seeing Clapet's bloody stump of a leg had been enough for him, and he doubted he could hear the rest of her story without being overwhelmed by the urge to beat her up again.]

Yeah, well, I wish whoevah gets her the best of luck. They'll be needing it.

[After a couple more tries, listening to the clicks inside the door of the safe as he randomly punched in buttons (at least some things never changed), Donny managed to pop open the door. He waited a second, anticipating a spring-loaded trap or something terrible like that, then poked his head inside.]

Whole bunch of nothing inside the safe.

Nice to know the admiral's got some sense after all.

[But as he looked under the desk itself, he discovered he'd maybe been a little premature in saying it. He stooped down to pick up the toolbox and opened it up to see all sorts of fun, sharp pointy things, not to mention a hammer and a bunch of other equipment that was definitely super unsafe for an inmate to have.] ... Guess I spoke too soon. Ignoring the knives, I'm pretty sure just about any of these would make one hell of a shiv. [He eyed the hammer.] Or could at least give someone one hell of a concussion.

[Donny grimaced. Just dandy - the Admiral really liked to present them all with a challenge. His attention drifted to the hammer and stayed there for a long moment or two.] You could use lots of things with a weapon. Takes a lot of will power to beat someone to death with a hammer, but it's been done.

{And on that cheerful note...] I'll just take a quick look around to make sure we didn't miss anything. [He excused himself to stalk about the perimeters, looking under the bed and checking the safe one last time just to be sure he didn't skip anything important.]

Yeah, believe me, I know. [It was sort of a flippant statement, but Dick was from Gotham and had lived in Bludhaven, so he'd seen a lot of nasty stuff over the years, and being beaten to death with a hammer was sort of on the milder side of the spectrum.

But he nodded as Donny started looking around again, looking over some of the drawings with increasing concern. He hadn't seen any of their 'traps' first hand, but these were pretty intense, even for a seasoned Gotham vigilante.] Find anything interesting?

[He plodded along here and there, looking vaguely bored until his fingers touched something that made him jump back in surprise. He pulled the weird-thing from its dark, little corner and stared at it for a bit, then held it aloft when Dick asked if he found anything.]

Dunno, does this look interesting or insanely-creepy to you? [A glance at the mask,] I'm going with insanely-creepy.

[Dick looked up from the sketches to stare at the mask, raising his eyebrows in concern as he saw what it actually was.]

Yikes. Looks like someone's a fan of Lord of the Flies or something. You think it's part of the Jigsaw get up or what?

[Because to Dick, nickname plus traps plus scary looking mask definitely equaled theme criminal, and that clearly meant he had to have an ensemble to parade around in when he confronted his victims. It was practically run of the mill back home.]

[Donny held the mask out in front of him, as if trying to keep it away from his actual person because it might contaminate him.] That'd be a pretty good guess. I doubt he wears it out on dates.

[He shuddered. Why would he even say that?] You know...I thought having one person on the Barge into this stuff was enough, but two? [He set the mask down on the desk.] What a fuckin' nightmare.

Maybe they'll be more interested in killing each other then killing the rest of us. [It was another flippant but dark but not actually being serious joke, since the ideal situation was obviously that no one kill anybody, and he continued regarding the mask sort of suspiciously. Jigsaw had sounded more like a knockoff of the Riddler or Cluemaster or something, not 'I have a pig for a head', and this definitely hadn't been what he was expecting.

He picked up one of the sketches, frowning at it. He'd seen a lot of deathtraps before, but these...] This is just sick.

Here's hoping. [Donny wasn't really joking about it either. He had no sympathy for Amanda or anyone associated with her. If she was focused on this new guy, he figured that there'd be less time for her to make self-righteous speeches to the rest of them.

He didn't look at the sketches. He knew they'd disturb him, because what she did to Clapet still haunted him at night.] Yeah...I know. [His voice was soft and his eyes were looking towards the door.]

Take the tool box and let's call it a day?

Good plan. [He grabbed the toolbox and after thinking about it for a second - because the thing was seriously creepy and touching it was not really exactly high on his list of things he wanted to do today, he picked up the mask too. He knew enough about novelty villains to know sometimes removing the security blanket, or at least handing it over to someone who was keeping an eye on them could be a good thing.

He turned to leave and clapped him on the shoulder briefly.] Thanks Donny, I appreciate it.

[Donny figured Dick was going to take care of everything they found. He knew he was just there as an extra set of hands, and he had been perfectly fine with that. Donny had just needed to do something, because the idea of another Amanda-type crazy running around with the contents of their cabin intact was scary as hell.

He acknowledged the gesture with a nod of his head.] No problem, guy. Any time. [And he meant it, as disturbed as he was poking through this crazy-person's room. Dick was one of the good guys, and he had been happy to help. He made his way towards the door and held it open for Dick, giving a grand wave of his hand and a short bow.]

After you.

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I would say assume, as I know not what they'd find. :D UNLESS you have something in mind.

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[SPAM] (safe's either got two guns and ammo, or nothing, up to you!)

[SPAM] (sweet deal! also, sorry for the late.)

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[SPAM] Want Donny to find the pig mask?

[SPAM] ooooh, yeah, that sounds fun. XD

[SPAM] Creepiest mask ever. :|

[SPAM] yeah, it really is. :|

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