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[Forward-dated to flood's end]

[For the first time since she destroyed her room, Esther has toys. They’re little, cheap, plastic; miniature cars, figurines, rainbow ponies, superheroes, toys that squawked or played music or changed into something else when you pushed a button. She has perched on the deck’s railing, resting the pile of them in her lap, and tosses them off the ship one by one.]

I’d like to forget that ever happened, please. Don’t remind me.

( Private to Jean )

What happened?! [There's a sudden sound of something glass or porcelain shattering against the floor or wall, the sound of books hitting the floor, a music-box flipping open and playing a few notes of "Fur Elise" before the sound of wood cracking and metal gears crushing.]

Tell me!

[Esther loosens an agonized sound somewhere between a growl and a cry. This is followed immediately by the dull pound of her fist against the wall.] Who stopped it?!

( And she loses herself in her dreaming and sleep, and her lovers walk through in their coats )

( Private messages to Rorschach, Jean )

[Public]
There is much said on this ship about redemption, about second chances, and about forgiveness. It's also been said that some on board deserve none of these things. What makes a person worthy of this consideration? What quality makes them worthwhile? Is it merely their willingness to change or is it something else, some buried trait that gives them their worth?

( How long can I live this way, is there no one I can pay to let me go? )

(CW: gore)

Who did this?

[Today you don't get charm, Barge, you're in for something completely different. Esther's standing on the deck, eyebrows knit, mouth a thin line, looking troubled. The reason why becomes apparent when she swings her communicator around and captures an image of something becoming increasingly common on the Barge: a bloodied corpse, this one of one Hannibal Lecter. That in and of itself isn't so strange, and even a young murderess is clever enough to pick up on that. The strange part is that this death was obviously not due to a human attack; the claw and bite marks attest to that.]

This is the man everyone is angry with. Someone set a dog upon him, right? [She doesn't sound disturbed so much as disapproving, and the feed swings back to capture her face still wearing that frown.]

…A warden will need to bring him to the hospital. [By which she means infirmary.] I'm not going to stay here alone.

[Five and a half days have passed. Esther checked and rechecked the dates and times, going over the posts on the network and pondering recent events. It looks like she's missed some excitement; apparently she's not the only one who's slipped into a coma lately, or indeed undergone other changes. It looks like there are some people she needs to seek out soon.

But first things first.]

It's been six days that I slept. Does everyone get sick like this on the ship? Sleeping so long is meant to be very bad for a person. And it makes you very hungry and thirsty as well! [She crosses her arms and huffs, her breath batting a curl away from her chin.] This is very strange and I don't think I like it.

But maybe it is better than waiting. Why do some inmates find their warden immediately when others take so long? How come it's so hard to get home?

[The first thing the feed catches is a head full of unkempt black hair. The camera shakes as the girl it belongs to pulls back, pretty face marred by an ugly expression. Her lips are thinned and drawn downward, her narrowed eyes burning with a mad light. Everything from her neck down is wrapped in the sterile white of a straightjacket. She's hissing under her breath before growling a phrase in a foreign language -- Estonian to be precise. Those who speak it would catch what it means: "So afraid of a little girl!"

After screaming out her accusation she breathes hard, collecting her breath, before leveling another withering glare at the communicator and switching to English.]

Let me out.

[OOC: Esther is 16, just the same size as she is normally but physically looks like a teenager since she's not in disguise. She's also currently on loan from the Saarne Institute, and will become very unpleasant if she's let out of her straightjacket.]

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Let your poor heart break a little

That's the story of, that's the glory of love

Entries tagged with something wrong with esther

Twentieth little lie ♰ These are the memories that keep me awake in the night

Sixteenth little lie ♰ Hush now baby, don't you cry; your reward's in the sweet by-and-by

Twelfth little lie ♰ And she smiles and she says "This is it, that's the end of the joke"

Eleveth little lie ♰ This room's gonna be my grave and there's no one who can save me

Sixth little lie ♰ 'Cause the devil works quick, you know it don't take long

Fifth little lie ♰ And you delivered me from danger then, pulled my cradle from the reedy glen

Second little lie ♰ I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

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