'Be safe', you say

2.02 [Text/Spam]

2011-10-03T22:42:24Z

Private to Cissie
I'm up.

Private to Rex
From what I'm hearing, it sounds like I got knocked out just in time to avoid the welcome-back party. Fare all right?

OPEN SPAM
[Murphy doesn't make much noise over her frustration at waking up in the infirmary - she works her way out of bed, showers, and gets a bit of warmth back in her limbs in the gym before heading for the cafeteria at dinner time. The changes have her on edge, ready for a fight around every damn corner, so by the time she takes a seat she's ready to put a fork through the eye of anyone who startles her.

And on top of it all, she has a warden. She has a freaking warden.

That's one meeting she's going to put off as long as possible.

So here she is in the cafeteria, poking at her food - more like building a tiny city out of it - and listening to nearby conversations. The more she hears, the less appetite she has. Creepy isn't a problem, really- except for the fact that creepy on the Barge, apparently harmless creepy on the Barge... never seems to stay that way for long.]

[Video] 002

2011-09-11T23:28:48Z

[She's sitting cross-legged on the bed with her back against the wall, the gash on her face not quite as pronounced now that she's had a chance to tend to it.]

Hey. Karrin Murphy. I guess some of you will remember me - yeah, I'm back. I need a sparring partner. Or a few.

Preferably a few who don't mind broken bones.

SO HAPPY TO BE BACK - 01

2011-09-11T05:17:11Z

[It doesn't take Murphy long to put two and two together. The change in room setup, for one - no bathroom. Her work room is gone. Her warden item is gone.

There's more than a little righteous-rage-tantrum-related bedroom demolition before she calms down enough to plan. A plan which involves messaging Cissie, text-only.]

Hey. Back. Could use a walk on deck. Meet you outside your room- same one, right?

[And then she's slipping into the hall and striding toward Cissie's last known, a five-foot nothing blond in a wifebeater with a scowl on her face and bruises striping her arms and neck, a healing gash ripped up one side of her face. It takes about five seconds to realize she's gone past Cissie's last known. Right after she left her front door.]

...Great. [She turns back around and stops, steadying her breathing and her temper. She doesn't need to give herself away in the first thirty seconds.]

The Same Old Things - Relationship Fanmix

2010-12-12T23:19:42Z

Challengers - The New Pornographers
On the walls of the day
In the shade of the sun
We wrote down
Another vision of us
We were the challengers of
The unknown
"Be safe" you say
Whatever the mess you are, you're mine, okay
That is the custom
Come dawn

Blinding Light - Jerry Fuentes
I’ll trust you with my life
Even when you lie
We can play this masquerade
Until the last of our flames die

Work - Jimmy Eat World
If you only once would let me
Only just one time
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's gonna happen tonight
Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not
The love we make is give and it's take
I'm game to play along

Between the Lines - Sara Bareilles
Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
Cause I cant continue pretending to choose
These opposite sides on which we fall
The loving you laters if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

Mountain and the Sea - Ingrid Michaelson
You can move me if you want to
You can move a mountain, you can move a mountain
You can move me if you want to
You can move everything, you can move everything

The Walk - Imogen Heap
It's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
Yeah.
No it's not meant to be like this.
Not what I planned at all.
I don't want to feel like this.
So that makes it all your fault.

Come Undone - Jackson Waters
There are ways I’ve fallen
There are times I’ve been so weak
There are moments when I hear redemption calling
But I’m too far down to speak

The Same Old Things - The Paper Raincoat
Oh yeah, we crawl, we talk, we sing along,
Then we forget the meaning,
And then a spell, a sound, we turn around,
We're back at the beginning, oh.
I can't be sure, but haven't we been,
Here before?

This Tornado Loves You - Neko Case
I have waited with a glacier's patience
Smashed every transformer with every trailer
Till nothing was standing
Sixty-five miles wide
Still, you are nowhere
Still, you are nowhere
Nowhere in sight

From Above - Ben Folds
It's so easy from above
You can really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there's nothing to be done for them
It doesn't work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk past them every day

Hold the Line - Pilate
Can beauty be stark, so sad and wise
Just like an ocean in your eyes
Can I carry the load, can I slip in your skin
I'm on the outside looking in
Outside looking in

Gimme Sympathy - Metric
Don't go
Stay with the all unknown
Stay away from the hooks
All the chances we took
We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

Quiet Times - Dido
Now I miss you.
Now I want you.
You're not coming back.
And I need you.
But I can't have you.
Even when you're here.

Midnight Coward - Stars
Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get it up to take you home
Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth
Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight from where we stand

Perfect - Julia Murney
We have to say good bye
All things have to end
But I keep insisting
I go on resisting
Why should I pretend?

Zip File

26 - [Voice // Filtered to friends + Open Spam]

2010-10-29T02:38:27Z

[A click, a long pause, and then a voice that sounds tired but otherwise collected.]

I'm back. [Silence that goes on for several beats too long, as she tries to find something else to say, before the transmission clicks off.]

[Open Spam]

[Murphy opens her door immediately after making the transmission, despite the fact that at least one of her potential incoming visitors probably (definitely) isn't going to knock. As far as Gabriel's concerned, the door is open for very different reasons.

Her cabin has changed slightly. It's bigger, her entire house laid out inside instead of two rooms. There's a fluffy gray cat slightly smaller than your average Buick sprawled on the couch in her front room. Murphy herself is in the kitchen, hair dragged back into a ponytail. Hair that's now a cheap, punky black. One arm is draped in a sling, and there's a collection of bruises across her bare shoulders and face.

She drops a tea bag into a mug of steaming water and watches the brown murk start to drift from it, feeling weirdly zen despite knowing there are some uncomfortable conversations heading her way. It shows in everything, though particularly in her eyes. Steady, solid, and about as subdued as coals ready to roast a three-pound steak.

It's been a busy couple of months.]

25 - [Video; backdated to just after the breach sob.]

2010-09-29T04:59:35Z

[Private to her incestuous breach pseudofamily, in a voice that says SHE'D BE FINE WITH NOT.]

Are we going to... Talk about all that or what.

[Annnd Private to Gabriel.]

Please tell me your wings don't look like that.

whateverthemess @ 2010-09-18T18:58:00

2010-09-18T23:58:27Z

Half of you want to give them the bum's rush and half of you can't wait to waste your scratch on them. Isn't that just like a small town.

Hell, why don't we start our own little freak show. We've enough winos, welchers and crackpots to fill a baker's dozen carnivals.

Samantha, you're stayin' at home if I've got to lock you in your room. Step foot under those tents and I'll know it, girl, and you know I will.

[[OOC: TOWN HARLOT REPRESENT. Murphy (now Estelle Olsen) is Cissie's unwed mother, who got preggo last time the carnival was in town. OOPS. She also tends the bar at the local speakeasy that exists but doesn't really cough cough cough. She might be the town's best source of gossip, but she also knows all of yours. DAMNED HYPOCRITICAL NOGOODNIKS. She hates you all. :C]]

23 - [Video]

2010-09-07T23:52:26Z

[Warden Filter]

[Her voice is steady, but extremely brusque.]

Greetings to new arrivals. Karrin Murphy. I'd give a better introduction, but at the moment I have more important things to worry about. Primarily, the arrival of the vampire Armand. A past inmate, he has an established, brutal pattern of behavior and went on an eight-person killing spree before vanishing until now.

Needless to say, he's dangerous and extremely arrogant of that fact. He enjoys baiting his targets. Use caution when interacting with him and do not let him get you alone.

[Her jaw gives a little muscle-twitch.] Advise your inmates as you see fit. Just be aware that he enjoys hurting people almost as much as the attention he gets from it.

[Private to McCullen]

A word, please.

[Private to Rex//Voice]

...Given the fact that you have history with Armand-- [A pause, and a muttered 'fuck it'.] Has he approached you? Are you all right?

[Private to the Admiral]

As a temporary measure, I'd like to request that the vampire Armand be fitted with a choke collar that tightens if he attempts to bite someone. At least until he's assigned a warden.

22 - [Audio]

2010-08-22T00:18:01Z

[The first sound that comes through clearly is a loud clang of metal crashing into metal. Music, as from an old radio, plays softly and steadily through the static.

There's also a woman crying. It becomes clear in a moment that it's not Murphy, at the loud cry of 'GET O.... BITCH.' that bursts through the staccato kssss of static. It's followed by the tail-end of a snarl.

Down in the basement, Murphy's leaning up against a wall, still gripping a bit of piping in one hand--and the shoulder of that arm with her free hand. Blood drools between her fingers. The shuddering outline of a woman in a nurse's uniform stares her down from the opposite corner of the dust-clotted room.

As though the cobwebs in her hair and the nail-gouges on her face weren't enough.]

Ghosts. I hate ghosts.

[It doesn't get through the comm, just comes out as a garble of psuedo-language and unfamiliar laughter.]

[MURPHY'S IN THE NORTH WING. Trying to fight off ghosts with a pipe. Yeah.]

21 - [Video]

2010-08-14T01:07:21Z

[She sounds vaguely exasperated, and still looks a little worn thanks to her comatose stint in the infirmary.]

McCullen, hopefully you're unaffected by whatever's hit us this time. If you're not incapacitated, I'll meet you outside the pub in twenty minutes. It's about time we had an informal chat.

If you are incapacitated... I'll be by your room in twenty minutes. Here's hoping you're not a ferret or something.

Cissie. [A pause while she scratches her head, slightly awkward.] I have a birthday present for you.

Greetings to all our newcomers--I'm Karrin Murphy. Warden. Been uh... indisposed for a while, but in the next week or so, I'm going to pick up teaching Aikido classes and holding morning meditation on the eighth floor... deck... common room.

[A nod and the feed cuts out.]

[Open Spam]

Murphy's tucked in a corner of the pub, nursing a bottle of beer and trying not to think about how hard it's been to get back in the flow of things--all the new faces, her own lingering exhaustion as she forces disused muscles back into shape. She shakes her head and takes a swig from the bottle. Just a matter of time, really. Maybe a flood is exactly what she needs.

[[OOC: Murphy is in fact effected. She just doesn't know it yet. I'm open to people asking her most questions, as long as they're not out of the blue. /o/]

20 - [Voice]

2010-07-26T22:29:50Z

[Warden Filter]

[A croak, a cough, and the sounds of the infirmary. Murphy clears her throat and tries for coherent speech this time.]

Was there a flood? Or a port? Did I get attacked? [A pause, and she starts coughing again. Someone might have pulled her feeding tube out maybe. Possibly. Perhaps.] What about McCullen?

[Another pause, then,] How long have I been down?

[Filtered to McCullen]

[Faintly wheezy still.] Mr. McCullen. Are you all right?

[Team Minivan, later, after she's recovered a bit.]

[She still sounds like a ground hellburger with tentativeness on the side.]

Are you all okay?

[PRIVATE TO THE ADMIRAL, visible to McCullen]

I'd like to request that my inmate's head be... returned to its natural state.

19 - [Voice]

2010-07-07T20:01:23Z

Welcome to all of our new residents. I'm Karrin Murphy--a warden--and I teach Aikido on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays in the evening on deck. I also host meditation sessions in the eighth floor common room at six every morning. Anyone is welcome, though inmates need to have the approval of their wardens.

[Warden filter]

Right--incident report regarding inmate Beatty. The event in question took place on Monday evening, during the dinner hour. I was in the library when I saw inmate Beatty enter with an improvised incendiary weapon and lighter in hand. I disabled him using minimal appropriate force, as he insisted he was doing us all a favor and trying to save us, cleanse our impurities, et cetera. I'm convinced that his intention wasn't to harm any living beings, just burn the books, though it's clear he didn't care if anyone was burnt alive in the process. At that time, warden Cissie King-Jones arrived and took custody of her inmate. Cissie will have to speak more to his motivations and the lead up to the ev...

[A pause, a clatter and a thud. The transmission ends.]

18 - It's still the 4th in Chicago - [Filtered to her friends and to McCullen]

2010-07-05T04:53:37Z

All right, I don't know about the rest of you, but I could stand to blow off some steam. And it's America-Is-So-Much-Better-Than-You day, which I can't just let pass without making something explode.

Gabriel, you can manifest fireworks and food, right? Good old American artery-blockers, please.

Cissie, it only takes one hand to eat a hot dog. You're coming if I have to drag you out on deck myself. Sam, my dear limey bastard, don't think you're getting out of watching us knuckle-dragging cultural throwbacks flaunt our excess just 'cause we can. Howie, you too.

Also, McCullen, you're coming. You can bring a plus one. But you're coming, if I have to pin you and force-feed you a cheeseburger.

Harry. I fully expect you to bring the magic. You and Gabriel can have a sparkle-off or something. And Emily, of course. Though less with the sparkling.

Come on, people. Let's make this place feel a little more like home, shall we?

[OPEN SPAM/PARTYNESS]

Murphy finishes the post from on deck, tucking her comm under her arm and looking up at the sky. She tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket and closes her eyes, enjoying the breeze generated by the motion of the ship, the self-fulfilling determination to make something good out of the night and the weekend's wardenly train wreck.

She slides the comm into her pocket and stretches, thinking of home, of her family and their own Fourth of July celebrations. She's going to bring a little slice of that here. No matter what else is going on, there's going to be a little sliver of brightness in this place tonight.

[[OOC: The party is just up on deck--anyone who happens to wander up is welcome to join in, but it's just for fun and cuteness--angst-free zone! Well. No intentional angst anyway.]]

17 - [Voice]

2010-06-21T05:29:21Z

[There's the sound of brief fumbling, the rustle of cloth, and Murphy clears her throat. She sounds incredibly groggy.]

Whrmai. [A slight cough. More rustling, the sounds of people talking urgently, the soft chime of machinery. Infirmary noises. And a Murphy, sounding more alert.] The heck...

[Oh wait.] Gabriel.

[She doesn't even sound angry. Just very tired and vaguely frustrated.] Least I'm not in that stupid bikini any more.

M'not getting up, okay? Just... has anyone out there seen Harry Dresden? [A beat, and then a soft 'oh', because YEAH THEY'RE HURT.] Sam? Cissie? Shouldn't let... Him fall asleep. The big thing hit him with a rock. ...A cement rock. Or. Kind of threw it at us--anyway...

[Drifting. She makes a soft 'mrrrrphle' noise.] Someone turn down the... thing. Knobby. Whatever's in this IV. I'm fine.

16 - [Voice]

2010-06-19T04:52:29Z

[There's a moment of shuffling and then a quiet groan, like someone easing a weight off their back. Murphy speaks quietly.]

Anyone have any luck so far finding those 'safe houses' we're supposed to be looking for? We're in a suburban area, lots of zombies, no other survivors that we've seen so far.

Does... What happens when someone gets bitten? How long--

Never mind. Not like it matters. We'll be back on board before anything like that is an issue.

[A beat.]

I dunno who all's out here, so I'm not going to bother asking who's okay and who's not. Friend or not, just... be careful, everyone.

15 - [Video]

2010-06-15T01:49:19Z

[Private to Ana Lewis]

I would like to interview you regarding last week's altercation--what was the man's name, again?

[Warden Filter]

I don't know how many of you saw the note Dr. Rex Lewis addressed to us in his post, but I'm looking into the apparent attack on Ana Lewis. According to Dr. Lewis, the attack was perpetrated by someone called Arthas last week after a brief verbal exchange; I'm going to try and interview his sister, corroborate their stories--despite the time they've had to work them out--and then look into the matter of their attacker directly.

Dr. Lewis has also asked that his involvement in initiating this particular investigation not be made public knowledge, and I've promised to honor that request.

Who's responsible for Arthas, and does an attack like this fit the pattern of his behavior?

As an added note, I ask that we coordinate our efforts in this and not step on each others' toes. There's a right way to go about this, and plenty of ways for it to blow up in our collective faces.

[Private to 47]

Dr. Lewis informed me of your desire to speak with Arthas directly. I ask that you hold off until we've been able to conduct a proper, formal investigation into these events to the full benefit of all those involved, including the accused.

[An added note to the warden filter]

I would like to think that, while there's no clear command structure here, there is a certain amount of investment in mutual safety and cooperation. Warden 47 took it upon himself to contact Arthas directly without--as far as I know--telling any of the other wardens, alerting Arthas to the presence of an investigation into the incident prematurely. Given Ana Lewis's wounds, it can be assumed that one or both of the combatants was armed. Given, also, the fact that Ms. Lewis was the one who ended up in the infirmary, I think it would be fair to suspect that whatever weapon was used is now in Arthas's possession and, as he now knows what we are looking into, I suggest that his warden search his quarters and his person before he has too much time to either rid himself of or hide the potential weapon. Even if it isn't in his possession, if he trends toward violence, a check to make sure he doesn't have any convenient means of abusing his fellow inmates is probably advisable.

Again. I know we aren't here under any kind of formal bureaucracy. But I would like to think that in the interest of not getting royally fucked over every time something goes wrong, we can at least exercise a grade-school level of cooperation and talk to each other, and when engaged in debate, Warden 47, not say 'you're not the boss of me' and disengage, rather than giving a legitimate reason for undermining the authority of every other warden here and possibly subjecting those involved in this case to further violence.

I plan to continue this investigation to the best of my ability, and would appreciate the contributions of those wardens interested in seeing the issue properly resolved.

[OH YEAH ONE LAST THING--private to Tony Stark]

Alcohol. Exercise. Tonight.

14 - [Video]

2010-06-13T23:40:58Z

Welcome to all of our new residents. Apologies to the ones who don't want to be here. My name is Karrin Murphy, and I'm one of the wardens. If, as an inmate, you need anything in the interim before you're assigned and it's within reason for me to provide it, I'll do what I can. If you have questions, either as an inmate or as a new warden, I'll try to answer, though I'm still fairly new myself. I host regular meditation sessions in the morning for those interested, and also teach Aikido in the gym during the afternoon and evening.

Even if you just want a drink and a talk. Things can get crazy here pretty fast.

[Private to Slade]

We need to talk.

13 - [Written//Various filters]

2010-06-11T02:35:02Z

[Private to Sam Tyler]

...Question for you about regulatory issues here.

[Private to Prentiss]

Hey. Haven't seen you around--everything all right?

[Private to Gabriel]

~~You~~ ~~I'm~~

Thanks. For.

For that.

12 - [Written//Private to Slade]

2010-06-08T07:54:21Z

Starting tomorrow, your time is your own. I'm still going to escort you to and from each shift. You're still going to come to meditation and we're still going to have regular sparring and drilling sessions in the gym. Other than that, provided you don't pull any more shit, I'm off your back.

That said, I'm putting in a request to the Admiral that all communications you post to the network regarding Tim Drake or any of your known associates from home be viewable to me in full. That includes anything about your past that you choose to share. Got it? I don't trust you. And even if you say you're not going to attack him again, I'm not an idiot. There are other ways to hurt people and we both know it.

[Private to the Admiral]

I'm requesting that all Slade Wilson's communications with or about his associates from home be viewable to me in full.

[[OOC: SORRY FOR THE SPAM Y'ALLS. Just... certain character things being worked through, or starting to be worked through.]]

11 - [Written]

2010-06-08T03:16:16Z

[Private to Gabriel]

We ~~I'll~~

You want me to talk. Then fine, I'll talk.

[Private to Slade--SAY THIS IS EARLIER IN THE DAY THAN IT IS]

You're free today after your shift.

10 - [Written//Spam]

2010-06-06T05:19:23Z

I need some target practice. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the CES.

[Spaaaam]

[She's not all that far past the door--it's a sunny, open field today, with low-cut grass. That suits Murphy just fine. She has three separate targets set up, all human-shaped pressboard dummies papered over with target sheets. They stand twenty-five yards apart, at the fifty, seventy-five and one-hundred-yard marks.

At the moment, she's using her Glock and focusing on the seventy-five, but her P-90's laid out on a tarp close to her feet, along with several other weapons. Most of them handguns. She's wearing protective glasses and ear muffs.

Murphy takes a deep breath, trying to just empty her mind and focus on the target. She lines up the shot, breathes out, and squeezes out three rounds in quick succession. Heart-heart-head. The kick of the gun slamming back against her palms is like a slap in the face. She takes another deep breath, confidence building, and squeezes off six more shots without letup, pegging the head-zone in each of her three targets squarely.

She lowers the weapon and drags the muffs back over her ponytail.] Thatta girl.

09 - Video. Sometimes you just need to burn things. :|

2010-05-30T22:11:29Z

[Murphy is in her back area/workroom, wearing a leather apron, canvas gloves, heavy-duty boots and a welding helmet, pivoted up and revealing her sweat-brightened face. The area behind her looks like a cross between a metalworking hobbyist's garage and a chop shop. A metal frame of some kind, resting on cinder blocks, stands behind her.]

All I can say about this flood is that I hope no one does something they'll regret later. I kind of doubt anyone's going to get off that easy, but still. Does anyone else find it kind of creepy how adamant people get that they're not affected?

[Voice, over the hiss and spit of her tools.]

[Filtered to Gabe, Howie (OH THE IRONY), Prentiss]

Promise me that if you're ever not pulled under by one of these things and I am? You won't let me do anything stupid.

[Private to Slade]

A word.

08 - Written

2010-05-22T01:57:51Z

[Private to Slade]

We're going to help clean up the library.

That said--

[Filtered to library staff and Slade]

Slade Wilson and I will be down shortly to help with the clean up and repairs.

07 - Back to Business

2010-05-19T06:29:03Z

[Filtered to Tim Drake, Edward Nygma, and Cissie King-Jones; visible to Slade]

I've been assigned Slade Wilson as an inmate. I've also told him that I'm not going to read his file until such time as he allows me to do so; as such, I'm asking--telling, actually--all of you not to inform me of his history. I want to know him before I know what he's done. I think it's only fair, and the only real way to form the kind of relationship that would do either one of us any good.

And as an FYI, if you try to respond to this with a list of his crimes, I've put in a request to the Admiral to screen messages that involve his life before coming here. I appreciate the warnings and the emotion behind them, but I made him a promise and I intend to keep it.

[Private to the Admiral, also visible to Slade]

I would like to request that messages involving my inmate's crimes before coming to the barge be blocked from me; or rather, please block the portions of those messages that involve his crimes and previous history.

[Annnd Private to Slade]

I've been thinking, and I'd like to make our meditation sessions private, with your approval.

06 - [Soooo many filterrsss]

2010-05-18T01:39:00Z

I can't be the only one who thinks remembering feels like coming home.

Who all did I meet for the first time without knowing it? Or I guess, what're your names?

[Filtered to Wardens]

What's the situation with Armand? Do we know?

[Private to Swing]

I'm sorry.

[Filtered to Prentiss, Howie, Gabe, and Tony.]

After things settle, I'm thinking drinks, dinner, maybe a board game--I don't know. I'm not good at this kind of thing.

[Private to Tony]

~~What the hell~~

You're not okay, so don't feed me a line. What's wrong with your... that thing? Reactor?

[Private to Slade Wilson]

My name is Karrin Murphy, and I've been assigned as your warden. I'd say 'I'd like to meet' but it's going to happen, regardless, so where do you want to do this?