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[triggered_it]

WHO: Adrian Veidt and YOU
WHAT: A day in the life
WHERE: Around the barge
WHEN: Beginning with breakfast ending with late night insomnia.
NOTES: Multiple threads welcome. Today is my day to do nothing, so I'll be around tagging. :X

Also, KimToo, I'm going to put his meeting with Martha in here, if that's okay, so they can talk about Watchmennn (and

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INMATE SHOWERS / SHOWER SHITTER PARANOIA

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Adrian very, very cautiously entered the inmate showers. He glanced around suspiciously and then smelt the air. [[I'll leave you to determine whether or not it's still there. ;] ]]

After Dorian's horror story, he was loathe to even be in such a place, but he needed to shower after his work out at the gym. If the showers were still sullied, he would be fleeing right to the Marquis. He might do that, anyway, in fact.

No amount of bleach could clean such a stain, after all.

HERE THERE BE SHOWYR SHYT

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Withnail stumbled into the inmate showers, his hair ragged and black with grease accumulated from a long period of bad hygiene. He could barely open his eyes, the light pounding upon his retinas with a cruel, thumping ache. As soon as he made his way inside, his head cocked up, and his eyes rolled back into his skull.

"What the hell is that smell!?"

Withnail turned his head and dropped to his knees, subjugated by the fear and awe from what he beheld.

"Fuck me."

It was really there. A big lump of shower shit. He could only think to himself. What would drive a man to do this. If they would shit in the shower, then no place was safe from shit.

He could roll over in the morning and find shit on his pillow. He could dip his hands into a sink and find shit right there. All the feelings of safety and security that he had once felt were gone. All his trust in people obliterated.

"God is dead."

ABANDON ALL HOPE

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Adrian, having already smelled it, was on his way out in a hurry, one hand shielded over his eyes. He literally crashed into Withnail, recoiling from him quickly, as if burned by the bad hygiene. He exited the showers, and stood outside the door, arms crossed, waiting for Withnail to follow him outside. He would be waiting, his expression seeming to state it all: 'You did this, didn't you? Vile creature, now you've returned to the scene of the crime.'

He remained silent, but the look was enough to make men stronger than Withnail crumble.

Re: ABANDON ALL HOPE

[demandmorebooze]

Withnail froze up entirely, and he went as pale as a sheet. His features, nearly seemed to have been painted onto his face, with a paralyzed grin drawn messily upon him. He sputtered out some sounds, before, finally, being able to formulate something clear.

"I....."

"Needed to see."

It looked as if simply touching Withnail at this moment would make him shatter entirely.

MARQUIS

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Knock knock, Marquis.

DINNER

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Still sitting alone, observing, and very properly eating egg plant parmesan and some vegetables.

[cautionarystory]

Elle's day had been a long, hard one of avoiding doing anything her warden wanted her to. Not that she didn't want to get out of here, but reading stuff and thinking about it was so boring.

That was when she spotted the guy who'd posted those philosophical questions, and he was all by himself. She wandered over and sat down next to him.

"So are you, like, a philosopher or something?"

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Elle Bishop: the practical nihilist, as he remembered her.

Adrian greeted her with his standard 'I'm just so charmed to see you' smile. The key to being charismatic was making other people feel like they were the charismatic ones.

"Only an amateur with far too much time on his hands," was his reply.

He had read and studied literally 100s of philosophies, and he was philosophical by nature, but he was no professional. Then again, he was no professional at anything, yet he excelled in all fields. He was naturally far better at doing a job than the people with degrees, the people who spent their entire lives studying or learning how to do one particular thing.

In fact, he hazard to guess he could probably do the job of the wardens far better than they could. Not that that was saying very much.

[cautionarystory]

Elle returned his smile. Maybe she could get him to tell her the answers her warden wanted her to know. She'd been on the barge for nearly two years and it had been explained to her many times, but the whole right-versus-wrong thing still felt like a puzzle to her.

"So all those questions you posted...?" She'd let him fill in the rest of that question.

CABIN

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Adrian returned to his cabin, Ella greeting him at the door. He went about fixing her dinner and relaxing for the rest of the evening by stalking the network.

When that got old, he read a book of poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke.

COMMON ROOM

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As it reached midnight, he decided to watch "Labyrinth" (starring David Bowie and David Bowie's package) in the common room. Martha would be starting her 2 AM movie club, but he had already seen her once today, so he figured he'd best watch the movie now.

COMMON ROOM: BOWIE CODPIECE

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Dorian could not sleep, and so he went to find Adrian. Not finding him in his room, he was about to message him with the communicator and was proud of himself for having thought to use the strange device, but he heard an odd sound from the common room and moved to investigate, device in hand, and saw Adrian seated in a chair watching a box.

"Adrian, I was looking for you," he interrupted the sound. Where was the sound coming from? He knew not, and cared not.

"May I join you?"

YESSS.

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"Of course, Dorian." He moved aside on the couch, giving the other room to sit and watch the movie.

"Has anyone introduced to you the concept of moving picture?" he questioned, as Jennifer Connelly made the first of several blunders in her attempt to rescue her younger brother.

He was only watching this for David, of course.

[devils_bargain]

Dorian sat down on the sofa beside Adrian, settling himself in, and at the mention of moving pictures he looked at the box which echoed life and frowned.

Adrian, however, was not alarmed, and so Dorian had to trust this was not a terrible thing.

"Is it like our communication gadgets?" he asked, "Are there people inside that box?"

After all, he had seen a reflection of himself in the device. There was no dark haired young woman in this room - he had checked - and so the idea that they were inside seemed to make the most sense.