[semi-open] june log;

[hardcase]

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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[gunbunny]

[Hello new best friend. Sure, they haven't exactly been being starved, but more food was...well. More food, want it. Given the absolute lack of anything else to do here, eating was one of Jesper's new only ways to pass the time. He takes his pieces and, not sparing a thought for the future, pops some of the pastry in his mouth.]

Don't suppose they can smuggle some drink next?

[hardcase]

I doubt it.

[ It's been a long, long time since he could get drunk so hell, maybe he should ask Lloyd to bring him some alcohol, but he doesn't want to make his already shaky situation even worse. ]

Unless we all want to get thrown in solitary, but I hope I haven't annoyed you that much already.

[gunbunny]

Do you think they have that?

[Jesper leans forward, pleased as punch for the chance to chat out all the questions and nervous energy that's been building up in him (over the last ten or so minutes, honestly, since he's been talking away anyway. But that's still a surprising amount of energy).]

For all the pulling us in naked and chained bits, it's not a bad set up. Maybe there's not a lower level.

[hardcase]

[ He laughs, loud and hearty enough to get a shush from whichever guard happens to be nearby. When he speaks, his voice is softer: ]

There's always a lower level, kid. And if it ain't solitary, it's the gallows.