Sara Pezzini

[OOC: Backdated to the evening before the flood.]

[Friends filter - 'one friendly conversation' rule applies]

[Sara's sitting on the couch in her apartment, hands clasped together on her lap.]

So.

I...I've done what I came here to do. Graduated my Inmate, got my deal, and...I don't know. I've been here almost a year. It's not as if there's a hundred other things I couldn't make a deal for, and I can't completely rule out coming back someday, but right now I need to be home.

[A pause.]

I'm not great at goodbyes. Normally, I don't even get the chance. So I'll just say it was great to know you all, and...thanks. For everything. I'll be in my cabin - 2-2 - for the next few hours if you wanna drop by.

[She nods once, rubbing a hand over her mouth thoughtfully, then leans in to cut the feed.]

So I'm back. That was…what, four and a half days? Could've been worse.

Jefferson, your cabin, ten minutes. Got something for you.

[Warden Filter]

Thanks to whoever took me to the Infirmary.

Jefferson was in Zero for being complicit in the attack on the dining hall. He knew about it ahead of time and I assume either conspired with Morgana in the planning stages or was her lookout during the execution, or both.

I'll be paging through the network updates I missed, but if anyone could catch me up on recent events and notable arrivals I'd owe them one.

[Everything herein is backdated to yesterday!]

[Private to Jefferson]

I'm Sara, your new warden. Let's meet.

[Warden Filter]

Anything anybody can share regarding Jefferson - the Mad Hatter, however you know him - if you're not sworn to secrecy and you think it'd help his warden to know? I'd owe you one. In particular, any long-standing grudges after Wonderland or in general - I'd like to be aware.

[Private to Zev]

Hey. I'm Jefferson's new warden, Sara Pezzini. Can we talk?

[Sara fixes an eye on the camera. She's about 12/13, but an early bloomer, and she looks mad as hell.]

Wasn't once enough? I'm not gonna do this again. I'm not going to hold still for another two months so you can do whatever the fuck you want to me again. I'm not gonna let you, you can kill me first. Or I'll kill you.

[She sounds determined, but she doesn't actually know what happened to her the first time she was abducted, only that it hurt. She's actually kind of terrified that she might remember it this time around.]

And all these little kids? What the hell is wrong with you people? All this cozy babysitting shit doesn't change the fact that we're prisoners. Let them go.

Any of you lay a hand on any of them and I'm breaking it the fuck off.

[Open Spam]

[After pretty much trashing the room she woke up in, Sara's found two things of interest: an NYPD badge - not her dad's, the number's wrong - and a .357 revolver. She's not a great shot, but she knows her way around a gun, and she manages to get it loaded and tucked in the back of her jeans. One of the shirts she found in the closet, unbuttoned, more or less hides it from casual inspection.

You can find her prowling the halls, watching out for adult malfeasance and looking like she doesn't need much more than an excuse.]

[OOC: Multithreads much encouraged. Prior warning for the likelihood of violence; Sara is a fighty angry mess at this stage of her life and won't hesitate to pull a gun on an adult or anyone claiming to have a degree of control over the situation. I am fine with/kind of expect her ending up in Zero. PP or PM me for any plot queries!]

[Public video - backdated to yesterday]

[Sara's sitting on a beat up couch in her cabin. She looks tired and drawn - doesn't everyone? - but apart from some minor scrapes, unhurt.]

For what it's worth, my...I don't know if we've got a Barge word for it. The woman I replaced during port, in the camp under the city. She got some help with the communications technology in their base and got a message out to a ship. First outside contact in a couple of decades.

Turned out the human colonists have made some friends of their own since the shit hit the fan at that one colony. The kind of friends you bring to a fight against something like the Vanquish, you know? They'd assumed the human population was long gone, cordoned off the whole planet and left it, but now they know that's not true...

Help's on its way there, is what I'm saying. Don't know how much, or how long it'll take, the Admiral pulled me away before they got into the details. But it's better than thinking we got off a sinking ship. Thought some of you would want to know that.

[There's a pause, like she wants to say something more, then she decides she doesn't and reaches for the communicator.] That's all.

[Private to Barbara]

I know it wasn't me. I know it didn't have anything to do with me.

But I was one of them, for those four days, and I remember what it was like for them to feel like they'd been forgotten and then to have some hope. And none of them are here to say it, so....thanks. On their behalf.

[Friends + Lokis filter - 'one civil conversation' rule applies]

Check in?

Anything I can do, let me know.

[Sara's sitting crosslegged on the headboard end of her bed, and behind her the wall and part of the ceiling is like....beyond pink. Like, 'Barbie would saddle up Pinkie Pie and they would both gallop away into the horizon while covering their eyes and sobbing' pink. It's not restful.]

....does anybody know where I can find some matt paint in a color that won't give me migraines?  And a brush.  I would ask the Admiral but since he's already responsible for... [She gestures over her shoulder.] ...I'm not going to ask him to set me up to fix something he already 'fixed'. Asshole.

[The wall behind her changes to an alarming yellow-green that is worse to the point of being slightly nauseating. She doesn't seem to have noticed.]

Alternatively, if we're not set up for DIY I'd take a spare curtain or an eyemask.

Thanks.

[Private to Loki]

We're getting on for your two-month mark. [And she's over the lingering weirdness of being your crazy bitch school frienemy.]  I think we might be due to discuss your long-term plans.

[OOC: dsfddsfdsfas I want to apologise for dropping all the threads in my last Sara post; I was having voice issues at the time, shan't happen again.]

[Warden Filter]

I'm asking for the cleaning supplies cabinet to be locked. Just consider this a heads-up. I don't know if there's even been an issue with an Inmate getting in there and making homemade incendiaries but if there hasn't, well, I know I'll sleep better at night knowing it's less of an option.

Also, I'm visiting the firing range later and I'd be interested in a little friendly competition, if anyone's game.

[Private to the Admiral]

Really? Do I have a sign on my back reading 'please drop world-altering responsibility on my shoulders'?

Never mind.

Could you make the cleaning supplies cupboard locked via Warden Item, like the art room?  Thanks.

[Warden Filter]

I have a question. I know I'm new here and it's a little personal, but it's your choice whether or not you answer.

[A pause. Still very much unused to this 'talking into the ether' thing.]

I've heard there are floods where you completely change. Either you literally turn into somebody else - someone you knew from home - you do that, or your identity changes so much you might as well be somebody else.  And theoretically the person you turn into might get off on hurting people, or just won't care enough to protect them if they get hurt.

And - correct me if I'm wrong, but floods are random. Whether or not you're affected is the luck of the draw. You can't do anything to stop it, and you can't do anything to soften the blow.

How do you deal with knowing that?

[Private to Sarah Connor, wayyyy backdated to a few days post-port]

I'm glad I had someone to have my back in there. Hell of a place.

You alright?

( Spam for Arthas )