Zack Fair? This is Gertrude Robinson, your inmate this month. [Her tone is briskly matter-of-fact, barely softened by age, and just a little sarcastic.]
Are you free this afternoon? I prefer to get to know anyone who is responsible for me.
[ It's not text on purpose. And it's not voice, on purpose. Ideally these things are done in person but for the sake of things, well... video is the next best thing.
Lark is calm, but there's a faint crease in his brow, a slight tightness at his mouth. It's a concerned expression from a man who very rarely feels this sort of concern. ]
I just want to apologize.
I can't claim I understand what your thoughts are exactly on the matter but it obviously cut you deeply and the least I could have done was switch the conversation with Sephiroth to private, or in person. I will be more mindful in the future.
[ Zack lets the apology sit in his inbox for a day before addressing it. It’s not a conversation he wants to have, but in the interest of trying to prevent future misunderstandings, well…what choice does he have?
He answers with video as well, and he is calm. Collected. But skeptical at how this is going to go. ]
Apology accepted.
[ He stares into the feed, his mouth a thin line. ]
I am putting your inmate in Zero for a time while wardens discuss what to do about his solicitation of substances for the purposes of using them to control others.
Zack usually dreads hearing knocks on his door (mostly because of his neighbor), but no knock from Sephiroth was ever accompanied by the smell of cookies.
As such, when he opens the door, Zack's face immediately brightens, and he gestures for Warren to come in.
"Making house calls with cookies, now? I really am spoiled."
[ Sometime near the end of the month, because she didn't think Zack would actually keep this bullshit going for the entire duration. But here she is, still having to wait until night to see him. ]
Lay off of John already.
You're never going to turn him into a weakling, no matter how much you degrade him.
[ Zack reads this message several times before responding. ]
Not really sure where you got the idea that I’m trying to ‘degrade’ him or ‘turn him into a weakling’, but I laid out the terms to him before I let him out of Zero earlier this month. He didn’t want the less restrictive option so this is what happened instead. I’m not going to change things up, either, especially this close to the end of the month.
I will say, I don’t know you or your connection to John, but I don’t think he’d appreciate you going behind his back to talk to me like this.
...may I request something from you, as my warden? Nothing to be asked of the Admiral, obviously. But I would like a somewhat late night allowance to enter the Enclosure. If you would prefer not to grant this request, I certainly understand.
Figured you should know there's a man beating up on his animal in the lunchroom. Or was, an hour ago. Could have stopped him but a real piece of shit made that impossible.
Anyway.
Tattling over.
[He's going to go get very drunk now that he's corporeal again]
Envy is not looking for Zack. Envy is looking for a window. And when it opens, he takes it.
He's been a spy for centuries. He doesn't often act like it here, and without his powers he's a lot worse at it, but he's capable of being serious when it's called for. He has a book and he's honestly reading it, admittedly without much interest. It's one of the lurid horror stories Xie Lian put him onto. He has a drink next to him that he sips from freely, the alcohol having no effect, but no one needs to know that. He doesn't have a corner or shifty eyes or guarded shoulders. Nothing to draw attention. Just part of the scenery.
The unattended glass catches his attention. That, too, he's prepared for, most of the laudanum hidden in the ceiling of a random empty cabin, because he'll have a use for it again later. He looked up an appropriate dose in the library and has it ready in a shot glass. The first test is whether he can even pour it in, after all, and if he goes insubstantial in the middle of the lounge, he'll want to be able to beat a quick retreat without a lot of broken glass involved.
His restriction is on starting fights and goading people, not drugging, and the little trickle goes neatly into the glass. Envy finishes his walk to the bar, tops off his glass, and returns just as calmly to wait.
Zack doesn’t go to the lounge often, but every now and then, he pops in for a drink or two. He can’t get properly drunk, but it’s a change of scenery. The taste isn’t bad, either.
He doesn’t even think about the danger when he steps away from his glass for a short while. This isn’t a bar back home, and it doesn’t even occur to him that something could happen. Zack leaves his drink unattended for about two minutes and, of course, has no clue whatsoever it’s been tampered with. He finishes the first glass, has one more, and then gets up to go.
He’s about halfway to the door when something goes wrong. He’s tired all of a sudden, and it doesn’t matter how many times he rubs his eyes. The feeling doesn’t go away.
He makes it out the door, has the briefest thought that this is bad, and he probably needs to call somebody - and then collapses in the hallway.
Hey, Zack. Envy firebombed the kitchen and Xie Lian's got him under supervision while they call his assigned Warden -- I figured you might want to go have a chat with them as well.
[Fitz doesn't know Zack. As with most people he doesn't know, he always figures the odds are high he wouldn't like him if he knew him better. But Fitz is both used to and quite good at doing things without examining why.]
Zack Fair, right? That weird obsessive guy with the hair made a post sort of about you. Eternal suffering for anyone who hurts you, anyway, which I suppose some people might be into. Possibly less with the thing about his mother.
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