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[Jane's in her Colour Garden. It's a small area in a glass enclosure, with two rows of brightly coloured flowers. So brightly coloured that it would give most people a headache to look at. For this reason, she keeps the camera away from the flowers, though, as she's tending to them, there is an occasional glimpse of one or two.]

They didn't take any damage from...anything that happened, thankfully. Nothing in here seemed to be touched. And not just before the Admiral restored everything. Unless I missed something. [She shrugs and there's a flash of bright pink as she brushes a bit of dirt from the petals of a flower.]

I am grateful that it's all back to normal. Or...relative normal, since that's not exactly a term that we can use lightly around here.

Please don't tell me all holidays are that dangerous.

[Private to Una]

Did I ever give you my list?

Feel better, do you? I'm sure that you are just so proud of yourselves for all of that. Or maybe you're not.

I'm hoping you're not. Assholes. You don't even know how to keep your mouth shut about youknow or thinging and now you're going to regret it. Save it. Everyone knows now, so denying it is only going to make it worse.

I've let Sexby out of Zero, as his seven days were up, but know that I'm not tolerating this kind of behaviour from him at all. However, I'm not going to tolerate any retaliatory acts, either.

[Public, minus Sexby]

And I want to say this now so everyone can be very clear about it. That man who was here before, that Sexby? That's not my inmate. And your talks about how he "once was" or whatever nonsense that you spout off is very detrimental to his progress. And the next person who even hints at it in a public view, where he can see it or hear it, is going to deal with me.

What you're doing is cruel.

So fuck off.

[Private to Eddie]

I'm not angry with you.

[Private to Sexby]

Don't say a word about what you read about me, Mister Sexby. I know that you saw it. The whole damn barge saw it.

I'm not even sure I can find the right words to say to you right now. You realise what you did was awful don't you? Absolutely unacceptable. And completely inappropriate! And I have so many other things I want to say to you, but I'm not going to do them here.

Pick a place. And do it in a hurry.

[Jane is alternating between giggly and super serious because she is very, very Limed (high). This is a common thing for her.]

Listen to you. All of you. Inmates and wardens alike. You're so stupid, sitting and waiting for something to happen. To graduate, to escape, to change, to do whatever the fuck you think you need to.

Do you know what you need to do? You need to fight. And not against each other. No. That's just stupid. We all want the same thing, don't we? We want our fucking freedom. You want it for you, inmates? Then fucking act out. Do something you're not supposed to for a change. Do you know why you have so many Rules? Because your wardens are enforcing them on you. And you hate those wardens, don't you?

So just once. Go ahead. [A giggle.] Act out.

[OOC: Just a little note because I have had like...zero plotting time/energy this past week. Jane is a super revolutionary lady and these speeches are something she comes up with a lot. Usually while she's Limed/high. And she breaks ALL the Rules. She sleeps around, does Lime, shouts, deliberately does her hair wrong to piss off Eddie, and...well, all that good stuff. So I'm pretty open for anything that can be assumed!]

[Jane's on deck, looking somewhat annoyed. Which is pretty typical for her.] So, are we quite finished with all the selfish, Worship of the Me displays for the moment? It's so hard to focus when you are all panicked over some Previous dramatics.

She couldn't have even managed to be around her own flowers. She had to ruin ours.

[Not really the best introduction but...hey, there's more!]

Have any of you ever read this Rulebook? [She holds up George's Bible.]

If you do, you don't follow it very well, do you? Granted...I'm not too far into it because it doesn't seem like any language I've ever seen. Well, and most of it doesn't read like a Rulebook, but I did find some.

[She puts it back into her lap.] But I know it's not the only Rulebook out there. So what are the others?

And why don't you follow them?

[Pause.] This isn't a lecture, anyway. I don't care what Rules you do or don't follow. But I've broken plenty in my life. I've just never seen them broken collectively and with such...obvious disregard.

It's almost admirable.

Oh, and where does it talk about the invisible birds? Or butterflies. [Pause as she tries to find the word.] Souls.

Apart We Are Together. We, that is, the people at home, see it everywhere. We know it. It's the first phrase on our minds when we think about our Collective.

It took me ages to actually realise what that could even mean. Well, it took me ages to even think I needed to realise what it meant. It was just a vague concept, something I didn't really have to think about. Not that thinking about anything is really encouraged.

But we're not really together, are we? It's a Collective that's based on sustainability, rather than...well, quality. That's not the way it has to be, though, does it? Get rid of- [Pause.] Hm. Nevermind.

So my question is...what happens to your Extras? Your...unlicensed supernumeraries. In your Previous worlds? The people who might not be seen as Useful or who are outside of the regular system? Er...maybe damaged. Blind. Elderly. Not Ruleful.

[Private to Chloe]

Are you alright? I think we need to talk about the port. Or at least pretend like we are and really just talk about something else.

[[OOC: You can consider this the end of my not!hiatus. I can manage time! VICTORY!]]

One eyebrow. One. Just one. Out of everything that I have done or...well, what they've said I've done...the flood or the Admiral or whoever...picked Jabez Lemon-Skye as the most important. It's the colour, isn't it?

Well, it doesn't matter. It wasn't as if I did anything wrong. Ripping off eyebrows isn't exactly the worst pain to feel. Besides, I made it quick. And he deserved it.

But the real question is why some "revenges" were light when others were...cruel? Are we supposed to believe that certain people deserved these things? Because I don't.

Rule 1.1.01.01.008: All residents are required to make sacrifices for the good of the community.

We shouldn't be punished for following the Rules...for once.

[Jane just turns the camera on with a smile. It's...not a happy one. She's been hard at work and looks it.]

Most of you know that I'm not known to have a temper. [This is a LIE. Jane Brunswick has a vicious temper.] But if there's one thing I don't stand for, it's a damn thief. Now, I know the cattle get out. But I ain't gonna believe that I lost fifty damn head on "accident."

You've gone and messed with the wrong girl. Just let this be a warning.

[Private to her Ranch workers]

I need y'all out there to give 'em another count.

[[OOC: There really is no thief. At least none that I have planned out. If you want to take credit for it for whatever reason, feel free! As a bit of backstory, her father is old and sickly and such and so she takes care of him and the cattle ranch. So, she basically owns it and her family's been on that land for a couple of generations. She lets people stay there normally, as long as they lend a hand and keep out of trouble. She normally won't ask too many questions! She's good to the people who work for her, but she's super snarky otherwise.]]

There are reasons why we have our Rules. Because of people like you. Because of the things you did, we now have Rules about slouching and when to drink Ovaltine.

Thank you.

[After a long pause.]

Also, Danny Archer is no longer on the Barge. My item told me so.

[Private to Eddie R.]

Did your dad find anything he shouldn't have? ....Mine did.

[Private to George]

Dad was right. Calling you Yellow is an insult.

But thank you anyway. For being nice to him.

What sorts of events are...life changing? Not just your life but the lives of everyone around you. Something so big that it might change the course of history?

[Warden Filter- minus Eddie R.]

Also, does anyone here have experience with...guns?

[Private to Eddie R.]

I found a book you might like. But the important parts are pictures, so you will have to come and see them.

[She's been pushing buttons and has finally figured out the video function. Hooray! Now she's glaring at the screen.] Well, I’ll be jaundiced. I guess all that wasn’t a dream. [Long, awkward pause.] Name’s Jane. I'm apparently a warden here. [Another long, awkward pause until she gets annoyed at herself and talks a little faster.] Look, I know there’s work to be done around here until I get an inmate. Whenever that is. There’s always Useful Work to do. However...

...I haven’t heard any of the normal overhued chatter, so I guess that doesn’t really matter. Perfect. This place might not be so bad after all.