[fourteen] Switching things up.

[goodgrasshopper]

[locked to Amanda]

I'm sure that you're crushed to hear that we're no longer officially paired together.  Don't think that means I won't be keeping an eye on you until you get assigned a new warden.

[locked to Top Dollar]

Hi--I'm Molly.  Looks like I'm going to be your new warden.  We should meet.

Comments

No problem!

[goodgrasshopper]

[OOC: ...Spam? Assume? Skip to blackout shenanigans?]

Spam is fine, but can you turn off your custom comment pages so we don't break your journal?

[everymansdevil.livejournal.com]

[spam] I've been meaning to do that for a while, actually. The custom comment page is annoying.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Fifteen minutes later, Molly is on the deck, waiting with Mouse. She has him on the leash, not that he really needs it, but people tend to be more comfortable when the woolly chammoth has a person attached.]

[spam] GAH I SUCK SO MUCH

[everymansdevil.livejournal.com]

[Top Dollar does not have definite plans for this person. He knew he'd get a Warden eventually, of course. But it's become a matter of sizing them up and better assessing his place here through that. He was mildly surprised that he was assigned a girl, but girls had surprised him before. Myca was hardly helpless, after all. It's just that the Wardens seemed to fit the Inmate and had means to overpower them. Of course -- coming up on deck and seeing her now he is immediately aware of what means she has to protect herself, at least. He raises an eyebrow.]

That's quite a dog you got there.

[spam] NNGH, SO DO I.

[goodgrasshopper]

[She gives him a little smile in return.] He's something all right. His name is Mouse, and he's usually very friendly. [Unless you were some kind of dark creature, or had imminent plans to hurt the people he cared about, but Mouse looks perfectly placid, so Molly doubts that's an issue.]

It's nice to meet you face-to-face.

[spam]

[everymansdevil.livejournal.com]

Mouse, huh? [He looks down at the dog almost sympathetically, as though they were sharing some moment of confidence.] Women, right?

[spam]

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, the name fit, once upon a time. [Molly smiles a little wryly, because Mouse is anything but tiny now. And of course, the name is Harry's fault, not hers, but who cares?]