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Warden Incident Report - 3 April - filed by Stephanie

[ Text, Warden Filter ] As we all know, there was a flood on the 28th that turned most of the wardens into children. If anything odd happened during it, let me know, because I was five and not really paying attention. An earlier report regarding O'Brien's actions was presented here by Paddy. Oh, Barbossa started a pirate crew. But that was mostly just cool. Earlier today Perry Dawsey murdered Rex in the inmate bathroom while Crane video-taped. Maybe in Eddie Brock's room, I don't know why he was there at all. Both Perry and Crane have been taken care of. Eames would like us to note that if you want to murder Crane in revenge, you need his permission first, and Harper has declared his intent to kill anyone who hurts his inmate. If anybody else would like to make declarations of similar initiatives, we might want to put up a cork board and just post them up there. I'm asking for a cork board to be put up in the dining hall. Just to keep things organized, you know. Anyone with information on the ghost kids were seeing or that cute baby dragon should come forward and share with the rest of the class. If I missed anything, let me know. [ PUBLIC to the Admiral ] I'd like a cork board to be put up in the dining hall, equipped with sticky notes, very dull tacks and pens, in case any more wardens want to make death threats or declarations. Just so nobody misses them. We have to keep our threats in order, you see. Wouldn't want anybody to get hurt because they didn't realize that murder is wrong. [ Private to the Admiral, viewable to Blonsky ] Please take away Blonsky's ability to make messages private to anyone but me.

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You might want to include Paddy's report of what O'Brien did, and who dealt with it.

[Private]

We might as well put up a cork-board for morally dubious wardens who happen to think threats of murder as punishment are okay.

...The sad thing is, I think the cork board for people who didn't would be less occupied.

Right, I'll go find it.

[ Private ]

I was thinking a corkboard might be a good role call for them. Of course, we can only joke about it because you can't punish someone for making death threats in this reality.

Also, I think the murder was in the inmate bathrooms, but I wasn't there when it actually happened, so I don't know.

[Private]

No, you can't. Which makes me just as angry as half the other things about this reality, but I sure as hell am going to express how wrong I think it is in public.

So a corkboard it is.

I was trying not to watch too closely, so I guess I'll have to trust you on that.

[ Private ]

Well, enjoy the outrage that arises from the masses. I've had enough of trying to reason with these people.

You know what? I'm asking the Admiral for a corkboard. It can go in the dining hall.

Watching closely is what I'm good at, to be honest.

[Private]

To be honest, Steph? I don't give a shit about the outrage. I've always stood up for what I think is right, and I always will.

And we can post who isn't feeling murderous this week?

If I thought anything would change, I'd be applauding you, but you know me. I stand up for what's right in my own way.

Honestly it's mostly so I can be passive aggressive. And maybe collect some doodles, who knows.

[ This is cynical Steph. She is too tired to give a heartfelt response to murder anymore. ]

I have to think things would change. Because... otherwise, what's the point?

You were the kind of person who left notes on the fridges in university halls, weren't you? 'I don't know who is using the mil, but if they could be so kind as to replace it, the rest of us would be so relieved, because the mystery ghost milk is really quite annoying when you want a cup of tea'. That kind of thing.

Political change is slow. I like my way better. It's more vindicating.

Nah, I'm more like the person who sticks one person's note on another person's food, throws away the first note, and eats the leftovers. I am a doodler, though.

But less legitimate.

...I knew one of those. They always ate my sandwiches.

Depends on your view of 'legitimate'.

I bet it was a delicious sandwich, too.

Mine is quite clear.

Oh, they were. I'm a terrible cook, but my sandwiches are brilliant. You need a good sandwich to get you through John 2 in Greek.

I live in a blurry world.

I have no regrets. I'm not ashamed of my sandwich-stealing tendencies. You should've started making two sandwiches.

Most of us do. But we only stop it being such a blurry world by holding ourselves to strict standards.

Or I should have started putting mustard on cheese sandwiches. By the jarful. And seeing if anyone ate them then.

By the way. That request of yours? I'm not sure if it'll help at all.

Vigilantes do that. They just do it in a blurry world.

But then you'd still be down a sandwich.

[ BELABORED SIGH. ] I don't really care about helping, at this point. I can't change these people. I can't change how they think. The only thing I can do is change how I act and think, and try my best to stop people from hurting each other. If that means I have to take out the cape and cowl and patrol the halls at night? Fine. But I'm sick of talking to brick walls.

Standards unaccountable to the public. [pause] Sorry, but I have to believe in the rule of law.

Aye, but next time, you'd think twice.

You have to keep trying, Steph. I have to. Brick walls or not, just accepting things... is as bad as permitting them, and permitting them is as bad as doing them. At least, I want to keep trying.

And I'll always follow my own rules. It doesn't bother me. Me and rules don't always get along.

Or else I'd check for mustard first.

I'm not accepting it, I'm just taking a different route. I don't argue with brick walls. I punch them.

But sometimes rules are there for a reason, and although they might restrict you in one sense, they protect you in another.

Meaning my sandwiches would go untouched. Which is fine, provided I like mustard.

Which tends to end with broken fists, Steph.

Maybe I don't like being protected. Maybe I like living dangerously. You know, jumping off of rooftops and taking on five guys at once that are all twice my size.

Because obviously I have a problem with pain and broken bones. I just can't stand the two.

But one day, that'll come back to slap you in the face. I call people out on doing stuff wrong because I would expect them to do the same to me.

But breaking bones doesn't solve anything either.

It has. Several times. I've come to terms with it, I think.

It does if you break the right ones.

So let me ask you one question. Do you believe into doing unto others as you would have done unto you?

No bone is the right one to break, Steph.

No, I don't. If I did, I'd be a killer. I have my own rules, Howie, I'm not some violent psychopath masquerading as a hero.

It is if it's the bone that stops a murderer.

I never said you were. But there's a point in the law. You can't break it in enforcing it, not without reason.

And do you really think it will?

Maybe not if you follow the law. My world doesn't work that way.

I've made it happen. It will.

Alright, I do understand that. But don't you think it should work that way?

So what, exactly, is your grand, punching at a brick wall plan to stop people like Harper threatening murder?

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