Jamie's Office Hours

[theoverseers]

[Want to chat with Jamie privately? Here is where you do it! . Jamie's office hours will be held in the art room for approximately four hours after lunch time several days a week. During that time, the room will be off-limits unless you're there to talk to Jamie.


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[ratherdoweddings]

I guess that works as well as anything... Are you feeling alright?

[curdle]

Please you [ aka "please" ], yes.

[ She steps in hesitantly and closes the door behind her. Should she sit? Where should she sit?? She settles for a brief curtsy and standing in place. ]

I wanted to ask you what became of Chitanda's body. How did you vanish her away when we stood at assembly?

[tasteslikesurvival]

Alright. [She nods.] Don't worry. If it gets bad, I'll say something. For now I'll just wait a bit.

[If the others get items first then she can say the Benefactors gave them to her.]

[theoverseers]

[There are plenty of chairs still scattered around the art room if she decides to pull one up and, either out of politeness or general lack of knowledge on whether or not it would be polite to sit while she stands, Jamie stays standing. Behind him there's an easel and canvas set up with three chairs, one with a pair of mugs on it, the middle one empty and the third with brushes and a metal palette covered in wet paint.]

...Ah. Right. I should've guessed someone would ask about her. [He folds his arms across his chest and looks down at his feet like he's mulling over the answer.] Bolton and I, we...didn't take care of her personally. Obviously, why did I even say that? But, um... [He's floundering for words a little, give him a moment, Thomasin.]

[theoverseers]

[He looks back to her, a little surprised.]

I- yeah, fine. Totally fine. Just overthinking, that's all.

[theoverseers]

It's my turn regardless next time. But don't worry, I don't have anything planned like what Bolton did this afternoon.

[theoverseers]

Alright. [A slight smile returns to his face and he almost looks relaxed for once.] Was there anything else you needed, Kurumi? Or wanted to talk about?

[tasteslikesurvival]

No, I'm good. Thanks for asking. [At least he's being polite. Maybe the Overseers aren't so bad.]

[cyan_maid]

[...The stiffening relents, just a tad.]

Really?

[ratherdoweddings]

Well, I won't bother your art! Have a nice day~

[She gets up, bows, and walks off, mulling over everything she's heard.]

[curdle]

[ She quietly makes her way to a chair, pulls it out, and sits while he fumbles around for the words. It's both to show some measure of comfort with the whole situation (which is fake) and the fact that she won't be leaving until her question is answered (which is real.) Her gaze is steady, and never leaves Jamie for long. ]

Please.

[theoverseers]

Really. I said it at the beginning, the last thing I want is for you guys to kill each other.

[cyan_maid]

...So then, Mister Jamie, what is it that you do want to see?

[theoverseers]

[Okay, okay. Fortify, Jamison. Fortify.

He pulls up a chair for himself and sits across from Thomasin, head bowed and his hands clasped in his lap for a long moment. By now the music softly playing from his headphones has changed. After a beat he takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and lifts his head to meet her gaze.]

During trials the bodies of the victims are taken and cremated. Since we're on a ship and so deep in space there's no possible way to give them a real burial.

Sunday

[misplacedxsheath]

[Something seems...off about Margulis today, and he's carrying...is that a large pot full of ashes? when he enters the art room.]

Fell, I would ask a favor on behalf if all of us who must continue to live here.

Sunday, Week 3

[stitch_in_time]

What happened to Rose.

[Sorry Jamie, he's not being polite this week. There's definitely an air of agitation -maybe a touch of mania?- around him when he lets himself into the art room this time.]

She would've been with me when I was brought here, I'm sure of it now. What did you do with her.

[curdle]

[ Cremated. Natsuhi had mentioned that, and she's gotten the basic idea of what it entails. It goes against her own beliefs, but the thought of the alternative is so chilling that this seems almost kind.

She swallows and nods. ]

What came of the ashes? And what...

Chitanda was murdered with knives, near all the kitchen's stock.

[ She doesn't want to even say it. ]

[theoverseers]

[Jamie isn't reading or painting this time when the Doctor first busts in. He's hunched in his chair, art project untouched while he stares down at his PIP with a furrowed brow and his right hand at his mouth, like he's in the middle of gnawing on his nails.

And in the span of a few seconds he goes from that intense focus to jumping just about a mile in the air.]

Shit-! What?

[theoverseers]

[Jamie is hunched forward in his chair when Margulis walks in, face resting in his hands. There's a canvas and easel set-up, with paint and a metal palette on another chair beside him. None look like they've been touched that day.

He lifts his head when Margulis speaks.]

Hm?

[misplacedxsheath]

[He takes note of that. It's pretty clear something isn't quite right, but...priorities.]

These are the remnants of that beast's belongings and creations. We'd like them removed from the station, to rid this place of the last of his presence.

[theoverseers]

You guys...burned Seth's stuff? [He blinks once, like he's trying to fully comprehend what's being said to him. Then he shakes his head and sighs.] Yeah no, that makes perfect sense. I don't blame you guys in the slightest.

[misplacedxsheath]

Someone as vile as that deserves to make no mark on this place. And the more religious among us worry of the spiritual taint he might have left behind.

[He puts the pot down on a table, then leans against the edge. Apparently he's too good for chairs.]

But I can see we aren't the only ones troubled by this last trial.

[theoverseers]

He was kind of the worst. I'll make sure it get jettisoned into a black hole or something. [Said with a completely straight face. Seriously, fuck that guy in particular.

Jamie's mostly exhausted expression flickers with something more lively for a moment before he brings a hand up to his forehead and just goes back to looking tired.] It wasn't so much the case as Seth's, you know, everything.

[theoverseers]

All the knives in the kitchen are brand new. [He's very quick with that assurance.] The knives that...Toby used are gone. Those went out with the trash from the compactor. [He hesitates before answering about the ashes though.]

The ashes are being stored away in a different part of the ship for right now. [The least they can do for the victims is treat them with a little respect in death and not shoot them into the cold depths of space.]

[misplacedxsheath]

I can sympathize. He always reminded me of some of the worst individuals I know, yet even extended experience doesn't make that sort any more palatable. I'm not particularly fond of the idea of casting aside the lives of those who were chosen for displaying remarkable characteristics, but Ainsworth's death may have been worth it to remove that devil from our midst.