Lloyd Henreid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
babyfacedkiller) wrote2015-05-02 03:58 pm
babyfacedkiller) wrote2015-05-02 03:58 pm
5th Jam / You've Got The Touch
[Lloyd isn't really an ambitious guy, or a big idea guy. He doesn't know what to do with power, and although he had something like power in Vegas, or at least authority, he also had Randall Flagg above him telling him what to do. And he sure as hell never had the power to get stuff to materialize out of thin air. The guy he used to be would have gone wild with it without giving it a second thought. The guy he is now is a lot more careful and worried about the consequences, but neither is he a bastion of self-control. His booze is restocked, he's got a whole stash of magazines now that the library probably wouldn't provide, and the level 2 common room has an air hokey table, a foosball table, and a couple of pinball machines of various tastefulness.
Getting a shower in his cabin is also an important priority, and once he gets to enjoy it properly, feeling generous, he wishes for it to go around. Then he lies down on the couch for something like ten hours straight, not feeling like getting up or doing anything at all. But it passes, and he's feeling pretty chill when he addresses the network.]
If you got your shower back, don't freak out, it don't mean you've graduated. I just thought it ain't real fair, that we gotta use the crappy showers all the time. Pretty sure personal showers aren't a security risk -- it's kind of the opposite, when you think about it. Means people are a whole lot less likely to get shanked in the shower now. And if you really gotta flash somebody, you can put on a trench coat and do it in the corridor.
[And he could stop there, but being in a good mood puts him in a rambling mood, so he keeps going.]
Anyone notice some bad side effects from all this interior decorating? So far the worst I got is that feeling you have when you been smokin' too much dope, and you just want to lie down and not give a fuck about anything. But no bleeding bathtubs, no crocodiles swimming around in the pool, nothin' as bad as that. And I figure, if a few of us band together to wish for something, maybe we won't even get that much blowback.
So I don't know. I know we shouldn't trust it, and I'm not sayin' we should go nuts with it, but that don't mean we shouldn't have a little fun while it lasts. I think we all deserve a little fuckin' break, after all this ghosts and parasites and demon bullshit.
Tiffany already did a real fine job making the pool into an honest to god water park. Be real fuckin' irresponsible of us if we didn't make good use of it. So I say we throw a pool party, put the ones they got in Hollywood to shame. Anybody wants to help me get this thing rolling?
[Private to Tiffany]
I guess I should ask for your permission first. You put in all the work.
[Private to Venus]
[He knows about the unpairing. He doesn't know how he knows, but he does. And he thinks maybe doing some party planning could help cheer Venus up.]
Hey, Venus. You're in the entertainment industry. Think you could help me out with this?
Getting a shower in his cabin is also an important priority, and once he gets to enjoy it properly, feeling generous, he wishes for it to go around. Then he lies down on the couch for something like ten hours straight, not feeling like getting up or doing anything at all. But it passes, and he's feeling pretty chill when he addresses the network.]
If you got your shower back, don't freak out, it don't mean you've graduated. I just thought it ain't real fair, that we gotta use the crappy showers all the time. Pretty sure personal showers aren't a security risk -- it's kind of the opposite, when you think about it. Means people are a whole lot less likely to get shanked in the shower now. And if you really gotta flash somebody, you can put on a trench coat and do it in the corridor.
[And he could stop there, but being in a good mood puts him in a rambling mood, so he keeps going.]
Anyone notice some bad side effects from all this interior decorating? So far the worst I got is that feeling you have when you been smokin' too much dope, and you just want to lie down and not give a fuck about anything. But no bleeding bathtubs, no crocodiles swimming around in the pool, nothin' as bad as that. And I figure, if a few of us band together to wish for something, maybe we won't even get that much blowback.
So I don't know. I know we shouldn't trust it, and I'm not sayin' we should go nuts with it, but that don't mean we shouldn't have a little fun while it lasts. I think we all deserve a little fuckin' break, after all this ghosts and parasites and demon bullshit.
Tiffany already did a real fine job making the pool into an honest to god water park. Be real fuckin' irresponsible of us if we didn't make good use of it. So I say we throw a pool party, put the ones they got in Hollywood to shame. Anybody wants to help me get this thing rolling?
[Private to Tiffany]
I guess I should ask for your permission first. You put in all the work.
[Private to Venus]
[He knows about the unpairing. He doesn't know how he knows, but he does. And he thinks maybe doing some party planning could help cheer Venus up.]
Hey, Venus. You're in the entertainment industry. Think you could help me out with this?