onecertainly | 002. Ville de Rachat

[ Archie had no more than a rough idea of what to expect based on what he'd heard from others. He'd listened to them all, evaluated the supplies he was given, and added a few of his own. It was food, mostly. Biscuits, cheese, some dried fruit he'd found in the dining hall -- things that wouldn't spoil. He was ready when the darkness enveloped the Barge, or that's what he had thought.

When he awakens in a cave devoid of light, suffocatingly quiet apart from a drip drip drip somewhere in the distance, he's startled by the lingering darkness and the sense of seclusion. This is not at all what he'd imagined. A familiar twinge of panic creeps into his limbs, quickens his breath, and it's all he can do to calmly push himself into a sitting position.

No light, no fire, no map. Oh, but thank God for the damned biscuits. At least he'd thought of that!

...If he still has the pack, that is. He must find that first. ]

Damn. [ He hisses the swear through gritted teeth as he fumbles through the dark. ] Damn!

[ His hand finds fabric -- the pack, he still has it -- and he reaches farther, farther, farther across cool stone and dirt until his fingertips brush something distinctly human-ish. He recoils immediately. ]

Who's there?

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[It can't be worse than Silent Hill. That's the thing: it can't be worse than Silent Hill. No matter what. Because a: Pietro is not here to make her life more difficult, and b: Silent Hill was terrible. The worst, other than her own egregiously detailed, occasionally vivid hallucinations. But those probably won't be a problem.]

[She wakes up with a splitting headache, a bad mood, and her pack landed squarely on her face. Grumbling, she sits up and lets her eyes adjust to the dark. . . . Only they don't adjust as much as they ought to.]

Gods damn it but I hate it when this happens.

Stop touching me. [This to Archie, whose voice she recognizes and is annoyed by.]

[ Archie stops. He knows that voice. He's only met a few women on the Barge up until now so recognizing one of them by voice alone is surprisingly easy. ]

Corporal Maladicta?

[ He sounds... not exactly surprised by her presence, but almost skeptical. He doesn't know why -- so far there's been nothing reasonable about the situation, so why shouldn't he wake up in a cave with one of the last people he was expecting?

Something in his pocket spits a choppy, barely-decipherable message -- the communication device, of course. It's an easy thing to forget when you're not used to such conveniences. He takes it out and, without bothering to reply to whoever was on the other end, uses the screen as a dim, makeshift torch as he retrieves his pack and climbs to his feet. ]

We should move on. Perhaps we can find the others.

[Well, she doesn't know why he wouldn't expect her. She's perfectly expectable. If she could hear what he was thinking, she'd probably be terribly offended. Best that he keeps it to himself.]

[Peeling her pack off her face and dropping it to her side, she rifles through it and pulls out a flashlight, which she turns on and makes a face at, then turns towards the tunnel ahead.]

Yes, or maybe the others are all lost deep underground and will never see the light of day again. Or our beautiful faces.

Let's go anyway.

[With which she pushes ahead of him, letting her flashlight cut a wide swathe of light across floor, walls, ceiling. God forbid she knock her head on a stalactite or something.]

The Admiral is a damned fool.

[ He feels perfectly at ease saying this around the woman who freely called the man a tit aboard his own ship. ]

What good are these supplies? They're incomplete! [ grumble grumble. He prods uselessly at his communication device as he follows Mal but there's no point -- it's all static. Sighing, he pockets it again. ] I brought water and some food but it's not much. How long do these runs ashore usually last?

Right, you haven't seen a thing yet, let me tell you. Save your curses. Just wait until trip facefirst into a giant pit full of spikes or something, then call him a damned fool.

[Glancing over her shoulder, she smirks and shrugs.]

Depends on how bad the ship's damaged - if it is - and how drunk the Admiral is. Could be a few days, could be a week. Really no way of telling.

If it helps any, I don't strictly speaking need any of that food, so you can ration it all with yourself in mind.

[ It's probably the dire situation they're in, but Archie doesn't immediately register Mal's comment about food. It's one of those things that he'll likely reflect on later and realize "Oh, that was definitely a strange thing to say."

Now, though? Now, he's still content to fling insults at the Admiral. ]

I'll call him a damned fool now, and when I find the pit of spikes I'll call him worse. What's to be gained of this? I see nothing about stumbling through an underground cavern that might aid a warden in advising his inmate.

There's nothing to be gained of it. It's sort of - do you know what team-building is? I just learned about it. Bonding through problem-solving. Only it's much worse, and more tedious and probably lethal when the Admiral does it.

[She shrugs.]

Anyway, you haven't got an inmate yet, so don't worry about it.

. . . Shit. Hannibal.

[ Team-building. So, like a training exercise. A really, really stupid training exercise.

He doesn't bother commenting on that, though, because the absence of Mal's apparent inmate seems more pressing at the moment. He sighs in the manner of someone who has not only had enough of this shit, but is also already dreading the imminent shit to come.]

Is he dangerous? Do you want to look for him first?

Ah.

[She rubs the bridge of her nose, as though she's developing a headache. In fact it's a very elaborate affectation. She doesn't get headaches. But if she did, she'd be getting one right now.]

Yes, he's very dangerous. And no, I don't really want to, but we probably should.

[Who's the best warden? It is definitely, 100% Mal.]

[ !!! ]

...We will do that, then. If he is as dangerous as you say we should hope to find him before anything happens.

[ GREAT, as if being stuck in the dark wasn't enough, now he's worried about someone else's inmate. ]

Something will happen regardless.

[She sounds fairly cheerful about this. It's just a fact. With Hannibal, something will inevitably happen.]

But if you're going to be responsible, I suppose I should be too. Try not to let him eat you.

[ Archie is quiet for a few seconds. ]

You don't mean that literally.

[ He says this with the quavery confidence of someone who's trying their hardest to convince themselves that what they've just said is true, and what they're thinking isn't.

But just to make sure: ]

A cannibal called Hannibal?

[She waggles her eyebrows at him.]

Yes. Really. Isn't that just dreadful?

[ This is somehow both the dumbest and scariest thing Archie has ever heard. ]

Ah. Yes, dreadful indeed. [ Because one should never select a career based on whether or not it rhymes with one's name, yes, but mostly because:] I see the Admiral's imprudence truly is without limit.

[ seriously what kind of commanding officer purposely lets cannibals run around in a situation like this? ]

So we are to find a dangerous criminal in an underground cavern that we presently have no hope of navigating. I feel better about this with each passing minute.

002. Ville de Rachat

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