Descole thinks too much. Makes a good evil mastermind.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole looks around the Lobby full of people, as he's thinking. He's decided to pose a question, calling out, loud and out of nowhere.]

Does anyone think maybe we're dead? I mean, has anyone tried to walk out of this place? I have. You end up right back into the Lobby. Wouldn't you think this is what limbo is like? And was anyone in a good place when they got brought here? I know I wasn't. Doesn't it kind of make sense?

Some one agree with me, so I feel like I'm not thinking too hard.


[ooc: I dunno what I'm doing. Making Descole go a little crazy. Go argue with him.]

Comments

[contraltoflute]

The one I spoke to here belonged to... that Layton, I think. I think they're staying together, and that's why he can't get anything from the room.

Really? Mine's still a little funny about the alcohol sometimes, but it doesn't seem to have an issue with the cigarettes.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I think mine does because it knows I feel guilty about it. Dammit, I'm surprised it hasn't taken sex away from me yet...only a matter of time...

[contraltoflute]

Well, that one would be harder to achieve, at least? I mean, I'm sure this place would manage it somehow, but...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, at least I have that pleasure. And it hasn't completely cut off my apple addiction. And my caffeine addiction. And yanno, the list goes on. I still think it's some sort of afterlife though. That's what I've decided.

[contraltoflute]

You get sex, apples and caffeine, I get cigarettes and bread. If this place is an afterlife, apparently you did better in life than I did, hmm?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe. I really should start controlling my libido.

Aw fuck, now that I said that, it's going to screw with me isn't it?

[contraltoflute]

See, this is why you need to watch what you say. And be utterly unrepentant.

Whether or not it's actually trying to teach us some kind of lesson, that's what I'm learning here.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Yeah I've noticed.

Perhaps I should stop talking. I have no idea what I'm doing to myself...

[contraltoflute]

If it was trying to teach us good things, it's gone about it entirely the wrong way.

...it doesn't really let you do that, though, I think. Here... I find myself wanting to talk more, you know? I think if nothing else, it wants us to talk to one another.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole gives a scowl.]

Ugh, I hate people. I can talk to you just fine, because you're me, but I hate people.

[contraltoflute]

I hate them as well, double. Which is what makes the urge to socialise here even more irritating.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

Oh speaking of hating things, I'm running as prime minister of this place.