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[The video clicks on, and Erik is sitting at his desk, looking calm, but angry. He might start shouting, he might have a reasonable debate. It's hard to tell. He folds his hands on the desk top, and leans toward the camera.]

My name is Erik Lensherr. [Reasonable debate it seems, but there's a challenge in his face, his eyes, his voice as he goes on:] I am a mutant. I am a Jew. [He pauses for a fraction of an instant, like he's daring anyone to say anything. The instant passes, and his jaw tightens.]

I will not be remaining in your prison. You will release me, or we'll have a problem, you and I. Is that clear?

[He reaches off to the side, out of frame, and when his hands come back into view, he's lowering his helmet onto his head. (Still silver, he didn't have time to make it fabulous.)] And Charles? I hope you don't plan to spend your time here blending in. [Guilty spite. Sorry bro. :c]

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[Sup dawg we heard you like angry mutants?]

They won't. Allegedly, they can't.

The only one with that power is an unseen entity named the Admiral.

They are the bestest.]

Allegedly. So we're subjugated by someone even these...wardens can't remember.

That's about the shape of it. Though it'll be sold to you as a chance to regain a life lived badly and ended prematurely, if it hasn't already.

[What is this place even. :|] Is that meant to comfort us?

To placate us, perhaps.

Has it worked? [Cause it sure hasn't worked for him.]

Maybe for others.

Inmates seem largely resigned to their fates and wardens are uniformly indifferent to those who aren't.

I think that needs to change.

[She smiles; the vines around her forearms writhe, growing a little to spread across the desk she's sitting at.]

I agree.

[Well, he doesn't need to ask what her gift is now. But he does let the corner of his mouth quirk upward.]

Good. I imagine more will. [A beat, then:] Have your powers been limited?

I'm not sure I like that word; humans wouldn't refer to walking or speech as 'powers'. Over time I've come to see my abilities as being no less fundamental.

They have been reduced, though not to the point of uselessness.

[Ivy you're his new favorite friend.] I think you and I can agree on that as well.

I imagine that is how most inmates have been affected. [The word comes out as part growl.] I'll have to relearn my limits. How many wardens aren't human?

I could identify about a dozen who've made their talents noticeable - a mixture of vampires, aliens, magic users and metahumans. The actual number may be two or three times that.

[That deepens his frown, because he doesn't like this mutant fighting mutant standard that started on the beach. But...] And how many inmates are like us?

About the same, maybe a handful fewer - with the same reservations for anyone who's chosen to keep their cards close to their chest or have lost their distinctions entirely.

I saw your demonstration for the Marquis - he gives that speech to most newly arrived Inmates almost word for word, by the way. Telekinesis, or something else?

Metal. And magnetism. [He was only just starting to understand that, but it seems moot now.] How many inmates actually take his speech to heart?

A speech from an aloof, ignorant stranger telling them that they've been stripped of almost everything they possess and indefinitely confined to a place that is, somehow, not a prison?

About as many as you would expect.

And how many have been beaten down by their imprisonment? How many believe their company line? [How many allies might they have, that's what he really means.]

Most who have been here for a year or more will be useless. They're too attached to their wardens or their so-called 'privileges' or both. The exceptions have been mistreated or neglected, sometimes by a succession of wardens.

Privileges. [What could those possibly be. :|]

Do you have names?

Access to areas intended for wardens. Partial or complete restoration of one's abilities. That sort of thing. Tokens.

Of the veterans, Arthas Menethil springs to mind. From what I've observed he hates the Barge, the idea of graduating, most people, and himself. He's powerful, but as you might expect, he may not play nicely with others.

There's a girl I've noticed, as well. Wanda. Metahuman, but I'm not sure in what sense. She seems to believe she's been singularly mistreated by the warden population and the Barge in general. It might be true; who knows? [Who cares :V]

I admit that I haven't undertaken much focused research into the matter. I haven't been here long myself and I work alone unless there's good reason not to.

[So lies and meaningless gestures. Nothing to fear there, so long as they can't completely remove his mutation. The names get filed away for later recruitment.]

Has working alone been successful here?

On reflection, I don't believe it ever will. If I had the full extent of my abilities, perhaps...but the extent of the wardens' control would be difficult to overcome nonetheless.

I've found recently that you can accomplish more with like minded individuals than you can by yourself. [And how it falls apart when you realize you're of very different minds, but.]

I've only found eight floors of cabins. There can't be many people here, ultimately.

One hundred and sixty at full capacity, which we haven't yet reached. Wardens tend to outnumber inmates at any given time.

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