I wasn't really going to be starting this off with anyone but a Clive, realistically.

[notsolegal]

[Clive has been in prison for nearly six months now, and six months is more than long enough to know a place that you've spent the entirety of that time in. More than long enough for him to realise immediately that this is not his cell. There's nowhere this spacious in the entire prison, for that matter; even the exercise yard is smaller than this, and not nearly as fancy-looking. If he had to hazard a guess, he thinks it mostly looks like some sort of hotel lobby, although there's no check-in in sight. Or any other people, for that matter.

The fact he can't even work out where he is probably doesn't bode well for finding out how he's gotten here in the first place, but he supposes that the first order of business is at the very least trying to find someone else in this place who might be able to answer his questions.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Comments

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Of course not, it would be rude to force onto Clive what he doesn't want.

[While you're standing here, anyway.]

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

...

Has nobody ever taught you that mothers are good at catching lies?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's better to lie in order to save face with people who just can't handle the truth.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

I'm perfectly capable of 'handling the truth', sir.

However, I will stop you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You can only stop me if I act on it.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

Well, so long as you don't act on it then you can go about things as usual.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

But of course. I hope you have a pleasant day, madam.

[icefreckled.livejournal.com]

I'd say the same to you, but I'd be lying.

And that appears to be rather more your forte than mine.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

It is no lie to wish a pleasant day on your enemies, just a simple statement of desire.