[EVENT] Prison Therapy - With Judgement!

[just_robes]

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[divaofglobal]

Mmm. There are too many people here. Either that, or you could let me out~

[just_robes]

Ms. Vasquez, as true as that is, it, uhm... it's the kind of thing that tends to fix itself. Isn't it?

[divaofglobal]

Don't you have any power to... maybe... speed things up?

[just_robes]

I, uh...

Next question!

[scarred_actor]

I... *Glances nervously at Redd, putting on an act in front of the Judge* I think I've already told you my part, sir.

[redd_white]

Hoh hoh. You seem abso-POSI-tively paranoid over nothing. If I wanted to do something with that trashy girl, I would have donify it already.

You may KEEP that thing. I certainly don't want it.

[scarred_actor]

See what I mean! He admits that he would do something!

[redd_white]

This is assumifying that I WANTED to. You know, want. The thing that drivifies people to do things.

I don't WANT to do "something" with your little toy therefore, you may keep the thing. Do my locutions confuse you?

[stylish_snob]

*Wellington tensely eyes the interior of the room, doubting his own safety in the presence of the other inmates. He slides over to an unoccupied cluster of chairs and sits in one quickly, crossing his legs and tightly folding his arms over his chest. He constantly taps one foot and glances about, anxious for the therapy session to move quickly. He uncrosses one arm and fiddles nervously with one end of his scarf.*

I... erm... *looks around rapidly* ......There are some matters that need to be addressed immediately for the sake of my well-being. Specifically, I need to be moved--... *looks around again, highly nervous*

[scarred_actor]

Moved? You mean get Redd moved, don't you, dude?

[just_robes]

Well, son, where would we move you to? Your cell block is supposed to be reserved for death row - the prison is full to the brim as is. The best we could do is re-arrange the cells, and I don't know what good that would do. Unless you have a suggestion...?

1/2

[stylish_snob]

What... filled?! ...That's not acceptable! I bet there's a spacious cell with quiet neighbors just on the other side of the compound, and you and those uneducated guards are holding out on me just so that you don't have to fill out the paper work! Someone of my elegance deserves the best there is to offer, and if you can't get me more suitable accommodations...

[redd_white]

I request that the tiny "conspiracy" lead by that one *Redd points to Matt* be ceaseulated.

I just wantify some peace and behold, *Redd motions to the object covered by a paint-stained cloth next to him* I brought a giftiferious for that one *points to Wellington*

[just_robes]

A, erm....gift?

In group therapy? How forward-thinking.

[scarred_actor]

Well, Welly doesn't want your gift.

[redd_white]

Last I checked, the title of your personage was not "Welly".

For someone that I don't payulate much attention to, you seem to be awfully concernediferious about everything I do, not to mention a bit too controlling towards your "friends".

[absolutekarma]

*is seated in his usual position in the circle, his typical reserved self*

[crime_computer]

*Had been the last to enter the room, likely due to his brief meeting with Udgey before this prison therapy session. He had also taken a quick moment to drop his keyboard off back under his cot in the cell. Spots Manfred and grabs a seat near him, but at a good enough vantage point to watch all of the other inmates in the room.*

Miss me much, Freddy? *gets comfortable, kicking back in his seat*

[absolutekarma]

*fixes a glare at the ex-Chief of Police*

No.

*folds his arms together* I trust your meeting prior to this gathering went as expected?

[crime_computer]

Rumors about that already? *clap clap* You're good, Freddy!