TLV - Admiral Requests

[bargemods]

ADMIRAL REQUESTS
Old Admiral Request Page Found Here

Post your requests to the Admiral below (and also a note if you would specifically like that request to be rejected), and we will get to them in a timely manner. All Admiral requests (with the exception of Inmate resurrections) must go through this post, and their approval cannot be handwaved. Additionally, requests will only be granted to Wardens.

Unless otherwise specifically noted, all threads on this post are considered to be Private.

Though the Barge does not speak in any traditional way and is not reachable by communicator, it is sentient, and characters occasionally reach out to it via tapping on walls in Morse Code, spelling out messages in alphabet-letter fridge magnets, and other creative methods; if your character decides to try this, those messages may be dropped here as well!

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[methodofmadness]

[Christopher was told the day he arrived that the Barge is sentient, that she protects her passengers, and he appreciates her for all she does.

This doesn't mean he doesn't have questions though, and late one night he sits in the eighth floor common room, he tries to get some answers. Using one of the tvs as a connection point, he hooks up his homebrewed karaoke machine to the screen, tapping the mic to test and speaking into it.

His words don't come out of any speakers but push back through, as if to speak them directly to the ship he's to connect to. He hopes he can hear her the same way, or perhaps across the television he'd hooked up to.]

Hello, Barge! My name is Christopher and I wanted to thank you for being a sanctuary. You're very good at it.

But, I had some questions for you...do you think you can answer them for me?

[bargemods]

[The karaoke machine crackles, spits a few sparks, and then begins playing a tune. Across the television, lyrics scroll by:]

Ask me to make a mountain small, ask me to make a valley tall. Ask me anything at all....

[methodofmadness]

[He grins like a mad man and laughs alone in the common room, delighted.

He spins and walks with the mic, gesturing dramatically with it as he goes. Oh, shes put him in such a good mood.]

Someone told me you make yourself look this way, shape reality. Is that true?

Who do you base this reality on? Where does it come from?

Can you show me all the forms you could take? I'd love to see it!

[bargemods]

[The song stutters out into static. After a minute, it picks up in the middle of another song's chorus:]

What ya see is what you get, what ya see is what ya get now baby!

[methodofmadness]

[He pauses in his spinning, the mic cord tangled around his foot and stares at the screen a moment.]

Because you don't want to show me, or because you cant?

[He walks closer to the tv, eyes sparking blue, putting his hands on the screen and feeling the static build as he runs his fingers across it with a tingling sensation building between his fingers and the screen.]

I cant appreciate everything you are if I can't see all of you.

[bargemods]

[The television screen jolts, the image jumping repeatedly under his hands until it finally settles on Elton John:]

--keep it a mystery, a mystery for me.
Keep it a mystery, a mystery for me--

[A glitch, and the chorus repeats a few more times. What does it mean? Well-- maybe that's up to the ear of the beholder.]

[methodofmadness]

[Christopher closes his eyes, breathing in deeply and rubbing his forehead against the screen while the static crackles. His wild blue hair starts to rise more, sparking at the ends while the chorus rolls over him.

His next words are a whisper.]

I want to keep your secrets, please?

You've already done so much for me, let me do this for you.

[bargemods]

[There's a stutter, a spit of static from the speakers, and the TV screen flickers wildly. The electricity, or something else?

The next line isn't actually a song, it's an old cartoon clip: Popeye the Sailor jitters across screen at a low framerate, declaring:]

I yam what I yam!

[--and, whoops, there goes the screen altogether. TV off, lights out, although after the brief moment of darkness they do flicker back on. The TV doesn't say anything further, though.

No peeping, Christopher, she doesn't know you nearly well enough yet.]

[methodofmadness]

[Christopher isn't good at taking rejection, but he does sit in the common room, 'communing' with the TV, forehead pressed to it for another twenty minutes, the silence only broken up by the feedback buzz on the home made karaoke speakers.

He taps a little message to her, if she's still listening in Morse, no monsters left behind before he eventually packs up his things and goes back to his room.

He can try again later. He is nothing if not persistent.]