Patience, Grasshopper

How's everyone doing after that flood?  Okay?  Not okay?  Check in please?

[private to Marco]
How did you fare?  Did you regress back to childhood, or were you yourself?  Anything we need to talk about?

[private to Cissie]
You were killed?  Suzanne Cecila King-Jones, you'd better tell me you're okay.

[video clicks on and Molly is sitting in her open closet with Mouse, the dogosaurus, beside her.  she looks extremely worried.]

Um.  Excuse me?  [she hooks an arm around one of Mouse's legs and hugs him.]  I'm not supposed to be by myself at night.  I stayed alone with Fluffy [yes, she has named Mouse Fluffy for the time being] last night, but he's not really like being with a grown up, and he kept the monsters from coming after me while I slept, but I would really like an adult.  Does anyone know who I'm supposed to stay with?  Please?

I have a gun, ammunition, and few bottles of water, and I'm supposed to get to some kind of megalopolis within two days?

Right.

...This would be so much easier if my magic was working.

Anyone else thinking "Oh, god, oh, god, we're all gonna die?"

[Video comes on to reveal Molly and Cissie sitting next to each other on Molly's bed. Their posture is the same, and they're in almost the same position on the bed. They are wearing identical expressions of weariness and resignation.]

Is anyone else getting really tired of this flood? [Molly's voice is utterly unamused.]

Because we are so ready for this to be over. [Cissie's tone is eerily like Molly's.]

Knowing everything someone thinks--

--is really over-rated. There are some things you just--

--don't want or need to know. Even when it's--

--one of your closest friends. Will someone please come and distract us from each other? [When they speak together their voices have the exact same tone and inflection.]

[OOC: Molly and Cissie are stuck together, like the proximity flood--which is what they thought this was at first. And then they realized they could read each others' thoughts. All of each others' thoughts. And they couldn't turn it off. They're in each others' heads, and in each others' dreams, and are really looking forward to having a little space again.]

I probably should have mentioned his earlier, but I was being pissy and stubborn distracted.  Armand confused me for a walking juice box before the Port and attacked me.  He didn't hurt me much, but I picked up a nice new scarf collection at the port to cover the bite marks.  Thought I should let you know--and I'm sorry I didn't mention it sooner.

Warden Harry Dresden is gone.  His cabin is empty.

[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.

Well, that was a nice little vacation.

[Locked to Amanda and Warden Filter]
Amanda:
Since I'm forced to let you out of Zero, here are your new rules:

1) For the next two weeks, you'll be cleaning the Inmate bathrooms, under my direct supervision.
2) Aside from the time spent in your cabin, you will be under my direct supervision.  You will not go anywhere without me, and you will be locked in your cabin when I'm not with you.
3) Your cabin will be emptied of all but bare living essentials.  Obviously, I can't trust you with anything more than that.


[Locked to the Admiral]
Two items:
1) Amanda Young's quarters are to be stripped of all but bare living essentials.
2) I request to be removed as her warden at the earliest possible convenience.  She sees me as a child and doesn't respect my authority.  She should be paired with someone she stands a chance of respecting.  Mr. Data has suggested that she needs a firmer hand, and I agree.

Amanda.  If you want to go into port, we should talk.

[OOC: Assume this was posted at the beginning of port. Sorry so late!]

Well, that was interesting. Did everyone fare okay?

[private to Amanda]
This is me asking once, in a non-getting-in-your-face way.  Are you okay?  Do you need anything?

[private to Cissie]
So, good times were had by all, huh, cuz?

[private to Murphy]
[small smirk] I'm sorry I was a bad influence on your impressionable young daughter.  Aunt Estelle.

[private to Claire]
...Things got a little crazy at the end there.  You all right?