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[exercisethemind]

This place reminds me of something Dietrich would have thrown together. Or Sasha. The decoration has their stench all over it.

Maybe they are dead, too. One can only hope.

[A bit of a pause.]

What is this place? If this is Hell, I think the men at the church were greatly mistaken. Where is the hellfire and brimstone? It would add something nice.

I hope you have my pills here...

[[ooc: So, his paranoid brain totally thinks that this is some kind of trick and doesn't want to seem like he's fazed by it. He's just playing around with what was given to him, trying to figure it all out.]]

Comments

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

I agree. Hellfire and brimstone would be most welcome here.

Now boys, boys.....

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Seems your minions do not take kindly to you.

Cobra started it.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

As I said, I am not a kind leader.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I'd really rather not be caught up in it, though.

Don't make me turn this car around!

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

You're a bad liar.

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I'd much prefer Hel to hell. At least then I could hopefully pull in some favors.

Private.

[toldastory]

Just Martha's fine.

You'll be able to pop 'round to the infirmary and pick it up. We're on the second level.

[OOC: Thanks for the note. It saves my googling it!]

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Oh, but they'd add so much to the decor!

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Why would you pull favors there?

[requiresssacrifice]

Nope.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I think anything would be an improvement.

But but but but. Diiiisneyworld. :C

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

And you're a bad man who is here to pay for his sins.

Private.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Doctor.

You forget...I don't even know where this place is. What this barge is. Now that we have this all situated...tell me what this is all about.

Second chances? Rehabilitation. What kind of prison is this?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm, true.

So. Where are you from?

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

I think you should rest now.

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

My sins? What do you know of my sins?

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

I know all about your sins.

I've decided that drugs just make him more belligerent, but less logical

[requiresssacrifice]

What you think you know about proper recuperation from invasive surgery issss... NOT anything I'd be interested in hearing, because you're from... the past, and I HAVE A DOCTORATE!

Well shit, son! Degrees are serious business!

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

But I am much older than you will ever be. You would be wise to listen.

THE MOST SERIOUS OF ALL BUSINESSES

[requiresssacrifice]

[WHATEVS, OLD MAN. He just does his drugged out supervillain cackle again.]

I wasted most of my life listening to my elders. It was only when I struck out on my own that I achieved ANY real success. [For about two minutes, before his submarine sank. SHH.] So spare me the unsolicited advice, Zartan!

[Pause]

Armand. I meant to say Armand.

LMAO. That shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Only a slight pause before, coyly:] Oh of course.

Of course.

[requiresssacrifice]

IGNORE THAT! [GRUMBLE GRUMBLE] Stupid drugs...

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

Your secret is safe with me.

[Nope, he's a liar.]

You should rest.

[cantrunfromme.livejournal.com]

You wish this was Hell.

So do I.

[requiresssacrifice]

It's not even a secret of any significance. I just don't share ANY information from back home, and that INCLUDES my colleagues' names.

[Oh snap that was sharing]

...

[And he just realized it, too]

I'm going to... turn this off now. And NOT because you suggested it. So don't even THINK--

[WHOOPS, his hand slipped and cut him off early.]