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[bass_line_blues]

In the Wasteland, there is a luridly colored wall.

And on the luridly colored wall, there is a poster, being taped in place by a rather smug-looking werewolf.

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[shadowmanhatta]

Jess looks up at the poster and raises an eyebrow. She doesn't really want to admit she doesn't get it, but it's probably fairly obvious.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston beams at her.

Serenely: "Just reminding people of the nonviolence rules, you know?"

Because let's face it: giant Gandhi's face is terrifying.

[shadowmanhatta]

Jess gives a slight laugh. "Are people going to be able to dance with oversize old men looking at them?P

[bass_line_blues]

"Hell, everyone made it through their senior prom, didn't they?"

[k_gabriel]

Karla stares.

In HORROR.

"...Preston? Why is Gandhi watching us, and why is he doing it with the scariest picture of him I've ever seen?"

[sew_on_wolf]

"What the hell?" She asks, walking up and standing next to Karla.

Also staring.

"Or, what she said. But with more curse words."

[bass_line_blues]

Patiently: "The Wasteland has a moratorium on violence, right?

"Just like Gandhi. He can be kind of, like, a mascot. Or a deterrent."

He looks so proud of himself.

[k_gabriel]

"He can be a cause of nightmares," Karla insists.

"...Unless you're going for scaring everyone into behaving, in which case, good job."

[localhandywolf]

And there is an Armand standing, leaning against a wall, hands in his jacket pockets.

"Preston. What the hell?"

[bass_line_blues]

"No one around here," Preston announces, apparently to the poster, "appreciates the man who was arguably the greatest of the twentieth century. Sad, really."

[localhandywolf]

Armand ducks his head, kicking the wall softly.

"...No really, no."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston shakes his head.

"Well, he's here to stay, regardless."

[bitingmybullet]

Well.

She can't say he didn't warn her.

"Oh Jesus."

[bass_line_blues]

"Close, but no cigar."

[bitingmybullet]

She rolls her eyes.

"Cute."

[bass_line_blues]

"I could probably have found a Jesus poster," Preston muses.

"But, you know, Salla for one'd probably be made uncomfortable. You want this place to be friendly to all faiths as well as all species, right?"