99.1 - Reminiscing

[major_west]

I was given this journal at the time of my death-- or shortly after, anyway. It's odd, looking back at things I'd written when I wasn't really myself. I made a rubbish woman, an imbecilic teenager, and--

Hann--

Anyway. Despite everything here, the loss of identity through floodwater, the ports, all of the arrivals and sudden departures, the death and absolute... pointlessness of many of our struggles, this journal was the only thing that remained constant. I had never wanted to keep one before, but here I am, over a year past my death, and I'm still writing in it and speaking to it.

I wonder if it will remain after I've gone away from here.

P.S. The weasel has a name now. Billy and I have decided to call it Ripley, and we hope that it will grow into its name. And no, Libby, I will not walk it on a leash like a ridiculous mincing queen.

[Private to Morgan]
One of the newer Inmates came to me asking about weapons-- specifically, where he could obtain them. I didn't tell him anything, but I thought you should know, in case he came looking for a shag.

[OOC: AFTER DOING A COUNT AND REMOVING THE ACTION POSTS FROM THE TOTAL, this is ACTUALLY #98. Unless I missed some other action post. So there. I get to stall.]

Comments

Somebody's new and uninformed :c

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

You were a woman?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

In a... sense, yes. It was a flood.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see. Something else what's different from where I come from, I suppose.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Yes. They take a bit of getting used to-- and honestly, you never fully get used to them. They change who you are and what you believe in.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

That don't sound too fair. They said they were going to save us, but the way I see it, changing us ain't the same as saving us by a long shot.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

I don't believe in the 'higher purpose' of this place. It's the same as any other prison: punishment over reform.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

Someone else told me something like that, mister. Like, the wardens like to dress it all up fancy and say they wanna help, but really we're stuck here pretty much forever.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Some of us really are trying to help.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

I've only met one warden, and she was agreeable as they come, but I don't see how turnin' me into other things would save me. Way I see it, giving me some money to get on with and my family back would be as close to savin' as I can get.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

We don't choose or cause the floods, the Admiral does.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

I don't mean any offense, ma'am. Just don't see the purpose, is all.

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I didn't take any offense. I just want people to know that there are those of us who are here to make a difference.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

Well, that is good to know, ma'am. As I said, the warden I met was sweet as all get-out. Guess it's more the place I'm confused by than the people.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

That's correct. For every one Warden interested in helping, there are three who simply prefer to lord their position over us.

[fiftymilesgone.livejournal.com]

Not sure I like them odds.