the Emperor of the Eighty Worlds

[Filtered to anyone definitely in the informal rebel network, any notably resistant/noble inmates in general, and unaffected!Bruce, and Babs]

The infirmary is currently safe. Dr. Banner is not a problem. We don't have a lot of food stored, but we can break out the nutrient drips we need to. Feel free to tell anyone who has been altered, or anyone needs medical attention or just a safe place to hide.

[Things are going to get crazier before they get better.]

Don't worry too much about secrecy; err on the side of telling anyone who needs to know. Any wardens who try to make trouble here from now on are getting a face full of the previous supervisor's worst flesh-eating slime project.

[Not to mention the new wicked-gee generator Babs let him make. But there's no reason to tip his entire hand.]



[Private to Babs]

So. That's what I'm up to, for the moment. You?

[Because they are sort of beyond inmates and wardens now; because they're basically friends, because she's smart and competent and ruthless but not pointlessly cruel, and he thinks they'd both serve their goals better as allies than by trying to outmaneuver each other blind.]



[Private to Zane]

Tell me where you are now.

[Please be careful.]