abraxaslogs | [semi-open] june log;

WHO: Randall Flagg & You
WHAT: Reconnecting with his followers, bonding with cellmates, jailbird life
WHERE: The dungeons
WHEN: Pre-event and probably all of June

[ closed to lloyd and nadine ]

[ His connection with Nadine is broken, so he can't call her down whenever he wants her. Lloyd, too, is out of his reach. He can do nothing but wait for his bride and his right-hand man to choose to pay him a visit of their own free will.

It's a sort of powerlessness he isn't accustomed to, and isn't fond of. When they come down to the dungeons he perks right up, a big smile on his face. ]

There you are. I was missing you, you know that? My heart's a-longing for you both.

[ Hey, he's in no position not to schmooze right now. If this kind of attentions keeps them coming back, he'll provide it. ]

[ closed to cellmates ]

[ He's got pretty good cellmates, all things considered. None of them have seen him for the vile creature he is yet, none of them are looking to pick a fight with him and play King of the Cell, and sometimes they're even good conversational partners. So, it's only sensible to keep them on his side.

As soon as Nadine and Lloyd leave, he takes the food they've snuck him (mostly fruits and pastries, with a few pieces of chicken) and divides it evenly by four, keeping one portion for himself and giving the rest to his cellmates. ]

That should tide us over for a while.

[ Yes, he could take it all, but that might start a fight and he doubts it would endear him to the others if he stayed in the corner eating his spoils and snapping at anyone who came close to him like some kind of hungry animal. ]

[ cells - open to visitors ]

[ When he's not chatting up his cellmates, Flagg spends most of his time leaning up against the bars, peering at the visitors that come down. He doesn't speak to them unless they stop, he'll just sit there humming something (usually his own rendition of Jailhouse Rock) and eagerly make eye contact whenever he can.

It makes him feel like he's trying to be the most interesting animal at the zoo, hoping that the next tourist will stop in front of his cage and feed him from an overpriced bag of peanuts instead of moving on to the next exhibit.

Luckily, he's not too bothered by dehumanizing experiences. He hasn't been human an over a thousand years at least, so this is all 'been there, done that'.

If someone stops in front of his cell, he'll give them a big smile. ] Howdy.

[ rec yard - open to other prisoners ]

[ Flagg makes sure to check up on anyone he's spoken with here when they get sent to the yard. Though not as valuable as his cellmates, it's still to his benefit that more of them are with him than against him. Eddie Dean's a lost cause, so with him Flagg keeps his distance aside from shooting him a fierce grin every now and then.

With everyone else, though, he'll approach, maybe touch them on the shoulder if he feels like they're close enough for that, and say: ] How're ya holding up?

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[Coraline spends most of her lunch hour just sitting on a bench watching the other prisoners do their own things, unless something more interesting comes up. She's a very slight figure, the grossly oversized tunic hanging over her hands as she sits with them gripping the edge of her bench, though she takes a moment to lift one and tousle her hair back out of her face, and the sleeve slips as she does to reveal a sorely burnt wrist, already blistering unpleasantly. Trying to sit in the sun means her back is to him, though, showing off the Tower symbol on her as well.

She doesn't miss the heavy man approaching, though, and looks up with open wariness in her eyes as she shrinks down a little. Just because she's not scared of the grown men in her cell doesn't mean she has the same opinion of the other cells just yet.]

Um-- I'm... okay? [Her voice is strongly Australian accented, and just a little tremulous.] The whole "being in a literal cell" thing isn't, like. Great, I guess...

No, it isn't.

[ He says, still smiling. On the inside he's furious about the fact that he's locked up in here, on the outside he's cool as a cucumber.

But he frowns a little when he catches sight of her burnt wrists, if only because it would be odd to smile at that. ] Did they hurt you on the way in?

[She glances down at her wrists when he mentions it, pushing her sleeves back for a moment to check them, before she pushes them back over her hands again, giving the man another uncertain side glance before she keeps her eyes down. Demure and scared, she think is the best route here.]

I think the guards did something to my cuffs, they-- um, they were burning me, when I was taken to my cell.

Haven't seen those burns on anyone else.

[ He holds up his own hand, with his wrists in perfect shape. ] Of all the people they chose to give the burning cuffs to, they chose you?

[ From looks alone she hardly seems like the most threatening prisoner, although if a cowardly guard wished to torment someone they may pick the person who doesn't look like they can fight back. ]

I was really freaked out when I got here, um. [She looks up at him with a cringe, like she's dreading his response to the admission of fear.] One of them said something like... they'll give me something to cry about. So...

[She'll let him make of that what he will; she just swallows dryly to punctuate. Easier to leave stuff unsaid so people can fill in their own gaps, than try to keep a dozen different specifics straight.]

I didn't see anyone else crying when I was taken down there, so. Um. Maybe I'm just being a dumb baby about it.

No harm in crying. I bet you're not the only one, a lot of people just won't admit it is all.

[ He didn't cry, of course, but he hasn't cried in a long, long time. At his age he's far too desensitized for that. ]

It helps, in the future, if you just smile and play along. They want you to be upset. Smiling takes that away from them.

[She nods, a little bit hesitantly at first, but then a bit more confidently.

Thank you, Captain Obvious.]

Right. I think I can do that. It's just... [She lifts a hand and tucks a curl behind her ear.] This is a lot, for me, like. All this "being in a new world" stuff, it's still kind of unbelievable.

First time in a new world? I guess it is for most of you.

[ He leans back against the wall with his arms behind his head. ] But this ain't my first rodeo. I've seen worse worlds than this, too.

[There's a moment where she looks at him like he's insane (and that much is genuine; she's seen worse too, but at least only one other world), before she looks around the small yard.]

I mean, I can definitely think of ways this could be worse. [It's an audibly reluctant admission, but she's watching the man carefully for a reaction.] The guys in my cell have been pretty nice to me, though.

And anything worse that you or I could think of, there's a world somewhere that is ten times worse than that. We're fortunate, really, though it might not seem like it right now.

[ Sure, they're stuck in prison, but at least it's not one of those universes where time is funny and every second seems like eons, or one full of nothing but creepy crawlies ready to gnaw the flesh off your bones. Always look on the bright side. ] I'd hope we can all be decent to each other in here. No need to add to our torment.

[She nods easily, but there's a curious look in her eyes. She's found so far that people openly commenting on the need to be decent didn't default to it personally. Plus his smiling, after his own advice...] Yeah, no. Definitely.

[She twists on the seat to face him a bit more, bringing one leg up and across the bench so she can lean both hands on her calf, body language open and aimed at Flagg while trying not to seem too eager. Or "eager", as it were.] You said this isn't your first rodeo, though. Does that mean you've seen heaps of different worlds like this?

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