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[abrightboy]

This is Bright. Leave a message.

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private;

[ukan]

I need your professional opinion on something.

Re: private;

[abrightboy]

Oh. I mean. Yes. Of course.

[It's been a while since someone referred to him as 'professional'. At least he didn't say 'what, me?']

How can I help?

private;

[hippie_ninja]

I talked to Will.

I don't feel better about the situation. I'm probably more worried than I was before. But I'm not your problem.

Re: private;

[abrightboy]

Worried about what?

[Malcolm’s tone isn’t combative or defensive. It’s curious.]

audio

[empathicfault]

[After this.]

You want some company? I'll head to wherever you are.

Re: audio

[abrightboy]

Oh my God yes please. I'm in the greenhouse, by the pond. I'll even try not to rant and rage.

audio;

[malicieux]

Might I have a moment of your time?

Re: audio;

[abrightboy]

[He's surprised to hear from Lestat, but not unpleasantly.]

Oh. Of course. Sure.

[creeksidealtarboy]

[After Jesus tells him the news- ]

What the fuck, man? What did you do?

[abrightboy]

Your Warden doesn't approve of my boyfriend.

Morning of the Golden Days Flood

[empathicfault]

Will and Malcolm slept separately last night, in their own cabins. It still happens some, mostly when Will feels like the dogs are getting antsy or their schedules don't line up, or Will just needs a full break from humanity for a few hours. He wakes with only a couple of dogs on top of him, briefly forgetting where he really is due to a dream of choking up an ear in the BSHCI.

He pets Winston as the details fade. And then he sees a beautiful holiday bag by the door. He gets up and goes to it, expecting some sort of Admiral announcement on the paper, but it's...a drawing. A very particular drawing. And while it makes Will smile and carefully tuck it in his desk, it also has him pulling his gun and knife out of that desk. He dresses quickly.

He makes his way almost silently down the halls and heads towards Malcolm's cabin. He doesn't bother knocking, just lets himself in. If Hannibal had access to his room, he's seen his communicator already, so this is where Will needs to be. He enters with gun raised and pointing at the ceiling. But it's at the ready if he needs it.

[abrightboy]

The boy, still in his pyjamas, looks up at him curiously, but not with any fear.

"You came to protect me from a serial killer."

Which one isn't salient, he knows that they both know... will know? .... have known? ... a lot of them.

"It's just me here." He takes something from the pocket of his robe and holds it up on the palm of his hand for Will to see. It's a pretty good-sized pocket knife, currently folded. "I found this outside the door this morning. My dad gave it to me."

Day after Malcolm's latest argument with Sheehan

[lestercraft]

Bright, is it alright if I talk to you briefly? About Dr Sheehan.

[There's no give in his tone except polite, professional curiosity.]

You're more than welcome to tell me to fuck off, but Sheehan gave me his perspective and it would be... remiss of me, to only hear one side of the story.

[abrightboy]

Um, sure. Which story are you looking for?

Private | Audio

[talesuntold]

[After she hears Malcolm's initial response to Neal's post.]

Are you up for a talk sometime soon? Maybe over tea.

Nothing big or urgent, I just hope you and I don't keep cutting each other on our jagged edges in the future. Talking when things aren't already messy and trying to work out better communication might help.

Re: Private | Audio

[abrightboy]

Um. Okay. That's okay with me. Do... you want me to see if my mediator is free?

Video, after the Golden Days Flood

[empathicfault]

[ When he appears on screen, he looks a little pale and...oddly smaller than usual. He licks his lips and doesn't look at the camera. His eyes are too strong for this, they'd influence the proceedings. ]

Malcolm? Hey, are you home right now? I need to...clear some things up. And apologize to you properly. About the Sheehan and Jesus situation.

Re: Video, after the Golden Days Flood

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm, answering, looks pleased it’s him calling. Delighted and relieved. Then concerned (by his look and tone) and confused (apologize?), but he is home, so…]

I’m in my cabin, yeah. Is this a tea or scotch conversation?

[kingsroads]

One day, when they're both at the counseling office, Malcolm doing actual work and Strange basically doing some light cleaning, Strange looks over. There's a slight frown on his face as he decides how to go about this before continuing with,

"I've become close friends with your inmate, by the way. Miss Kikimora, I quite enjoy her company, she's a delight. I was wondering...perhaps I could better articulate something that I suspect she has been trying to tell you?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks pleased by the first part and a little concerned-slash-confused by the second.

“Um… sure?”

audio

[cactusy]

Caffrey is unconscious in Jedao's cabin. He's okay, just asleep. Folgate is taking him. Can you come help him.

Re: audio

[abrightboy]

...What? What happened? Another coma?

private;

[hippie_ninja]

Hey, I know Rosita's probably not in a place to say it but...the gift you gave her was great.

Re: private;

[abrightboy]

…She showed it to you?

[empathicfault]

After a particular network conversation, Malcolm will come back from his counseling shift to find Will curled up on his couch. He's got a blanket over his shoulders, Buster in his lap, and a hand petting Winston. The dogs both wag their tails and jump off the couch, and Will looks back towards the front door.

"Hi," is Will's full greeting at first, marked with a tired smile. "I was thinking of cooking something, but then I...didn't." Oops. He stands and shrugs off the blanket, then stretches out his arms. "Uh, welcome home?"

[abrightboy]

Oh no. Something bad happened and even though he doesn’t know Will kept having that conversation, something in him still wants to punch Strange in the dick when he sees the scene.

He rushes right into those arms, though, and holds him tight for a long moment before he even murmurs “that’s okay; I don’t eat much. What happened?” while still holding on.

Voice

[stressingwitchface]

Warden Bright. I have a proposition to offer you.

Re: Voice

[abrightboy]

Good; I was going to call you today. What do you suggest?

private;

[hippie_ninja]

Hey, I've been thinking about our last conversation. Can we talk?

Re: private;

[abrightboy]

...Okay. Sure.

Text, backdated to Princess's arrival

[reformedsinner]

Mr. Bright, while Princess is of course welcome in the dining hall, we would appreciate if Ms. Kikimora took responsibility for cleaning up after her when she makes a mess there.

Re: Text, backdated to Princess's arrival

[abrightboy]

When was Princess in the dining hall?

Text - a day after they return from port

[anti_altruisms]

I wanted to let you know I received the last message you sent to me.

I was not able to respond in a…productive manner, at the time. Which is why I did not reply.

I know you meant well. But it would have ended poorly if the conversation had continued, and I did not want that.

Text

[abrightboy]

Well, everyone was really busy so. I just assumed you were really busy. Feeling better now?

Post Port - Late Jan 2024 - Audio

[tinstar]

You and Will make it back onto the ship?

Re: Post Port - Late Jan 2024 - Audio

[abrightboy]

We did! We had a lot of fun. How did you do?

During her Oracle searching and the port

[stressingwitchface]

Checking in as requested, Warden Bright.

[abrightboy]

Thank god. How are you doing? Nobody is forcing you to melt your brain, right?

Private | Audio

[talesuntold]

[Maggie's struggling with Raylan's imminent departure.]

I'm upset, and assume you are too. I don't especially want to talk about it right now, but would you have any objection to me curling up nearby as a wolf for awhile? You can talk, or not. Human or wolf. I'm just extremely bad at being alone when I'm sad.

Re: Private | Audio

[abrightboy]

I’m… at my cabin. By myself. You can come by.

Just before his farewell;

[betacuck]

[ There's a note left on Malcolm's door, written on Waystar Royco letterhead. There's also a perfectly normal average kitchen knife next to it. ]

I don't actually hate you even if I find you endlessly annoying.
I actually think you're pretty cool. Takes guts to be unapologetically you.
-Roman
(PS - for your collection. It's not fancy but you can still probably kill someone with it.)

Start of the Sticks and Stones Flood

[empathicfault]

Will wakes up in Malcolm's bed this morning, as he has been more frequently lately. He's only light salve and a bit of gauze over a huge emotional wound, but he's hardly going to deny Malcolm more company. As per usual, the covers are pulled mostly off of Will, only covering his feet. The dogs- with the recent re-addition of Jax- have already gotten up and relocated.

Will watches Malcolm sleep, enjoying the peace on his face. He knows it's unlikely to stay, that it's likely to twist into fear or pain soon. So he'll treasure it for now, memorizing every line and curve, every puff of breath, and puts it on display in the sun-drenched hallways of the Uffizi Galleria, one of his favorite additions to his mind palace. He has to fight the urge to brush his fingers over Malcolm's face. As much as he'd like to feel the comfort and warmth emanating from Malcolm right now, he would rather not disturb him. They've both been sleeping less, as it is.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm stirs, but not violently. His night terrors still happen pretty reliably, but in this den of safety and warmth, he finds that just as often as they erupt in terror and blood... that sometimes now they're just creepy and unsettling.

Another faint shift one way and then the other and then he gasps awake, his eyes opening wide, his heart pounding, but he doesn't scream or strain at the restraints. After a second of blinking at the daylight through his window, or whatever is passing for daylight through his window, his eyes find Will's face as they focus and he smiles lazily. Contentedly.

"Oh. Hey, you."

Counseling Offices (forward-dated to tomorrow, because why not)

[chaos_drifter]

Avalon knocks on Malcolm’s door in the early afternoon. They have a bucket in one hand, which currently contains a few blank journals and sketchbooks, a scarf, the journal from their desk, and two slightly angry-looking teacup kittens, who are happily crawling on everything else in the bucket. One of them stretches, reaching for the bag hanging from their belt. They quietly pull the bag away from her, feeling her claws catch on it as they do.

Re: Counseling Offices (forward-dated to tomorrow, because why not)

[abrightboy]

"Come in," Malcolm calls. He looks up as the door opens. "Avalon. Right on time. Have a seat." The only thing out of place is the bowl of eyeballs on his desk.

audio; simultaneously to Kiryu and Malcolm

[cactusy]

Would it be useful to do this during the flood?

Re: audio; simultaneously to Kiryu and Malcolm

[abrightboy]

It'd be useful to me. I'm not sure you'd like it much.

[untiltheend]

[ooc: from here!]

...Far be it from me to refuse an order from a Warden, of course.

I am in my cabin: 1-16. I will wait for ten minutes. [Chop chop.]

[abrightboy]

[An order? Um, okay. He heads straight to Sebastian's cabin carrying a big jar of eyeballs. It looks like the kind of jar that bars have pickled eggs in and it's definitely full of perfectly formed human eyeballs. He knocks.]