Semi-Open Log

[nadine_he_loves]

Who: Nadine and various prisoners
What: Visiting the dungeons
Where: The dungeons
When: Post-festival



Nadine is no stranger to the dungeons by now. Besides her frequent visits to Flagg, there are other prisoners down here she's befriended. Who are still imprisoned.

Apparently some are more threatening a threat than others.

And of course there are still plenty of others she hasn't met at all. It's important to know the other people brought here, to take their measure and determine who might be useful. It doesn't look like Thorne is about to let her husband out any time soon, and that's a problem that will need to be dealt with. She knows (casually, at least) a number of those considered welcomed guests, but many of the poor souls stuck down here are still a mystery.

So after she's checked in with Flagg, she turns her attention to the other prisoners, offering a smile or casual greeting through the bars. She's armed with cookies and a friendly demeanor, standing out in the gloom of the dungeon with her white hair and silk tunic.

Comments

[baltimores]

Amos has seen her around. She comes down frequently, always to another cell. Much as he wouldn't usually be interested, it's impossible not to train his ears on the sounds of conversation, especially when there's nothing else going on around here.

He recognizes Flagg's voice when she talks to him. He'd said he knew people who had been welcomed. So. Guess she's one of them.

And now she's looking at him. Huh. He tilts his head at her, expression empty but for a faint hint of curiosity.

"You're down here a lot." No question to it, no why, just a comment. Amos' eyes flick down to the cookies for a second, back up to her eyes. Can't remember the last time he'd had one of those. Shit, might've been before he left Earth the first time. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want one, but it's also not something to dwell on.

... At the same time, she's clearly friendly with someone else locked up. Who might be planning something. So. Shit. Who knows.

[gardienne]

Eponine's seen Nadine, of course. She's watched enviously from her corner of the cell as she's paid her visits to Flagg, and given him bits of food, meat and pastries and little biscuits. Eponine's been lucky: Flagg's been all too happy to share with her, but the physical food doesn't feed her longing for someone to talk to.
In the gloom of the dungeons, where everyone is dirty and irritable, Nadine looks almost ethereal, like a faerie or an angel or something else that has no right amongst the thieves and murderers that surely haunt the cells. Eponine hungers for her attention, attracted, as a magpie to something shiny, to Nadine's beauty. But Nadine's never noticed her, and why should she pay attention to the little goblin in the corner of Flagg's cage?

But today's different. Perhaps she's noticed Eponine's hair ribbon, recognising the tattered ribbon as the one she gave Susan? Or perhaps Eponine glanced up just at the right time? But today's different because Nadine is looking past Flagg and calling to the young woman sat hunched on her bed.

Eponine's face lights up as she stumbles forward to the bars.
"Me, Mam'zelle? You will say hello to me? Really?"
She's unsure of herself and she hates herself for it. She shifts from foot to foot, her nervous energy fizzing from her.
"I didn't think you even saw me sat on the bed when you came to speak with the M'sieur just there. But you did, oh you did. Even just for a minute, it is so lovely, you know?"

[mytearsaremine]

There's a teenaged girl who's sharing a cell with Amos, who listened in on their conversation. The next day, she's poked her arms out of the bars of her cell door, leaning on them, hands dangling down. Today it's her turn to chat!

"Are those for us?" she asks, eying the cookies hungrily. One meal a day is really not enough.

sometime on june 20th

[opioid]

It's the first time he's seen her since before the wurm cave, and the look Eddie gives her is very, very far from the cheery grin he'd had for her last time, and with good reason. He's stone-faced as he watches her approach, his jaw working hard as he grits his teeth, and he curls his hands tight around the bars, knuckles going white.

He hadn't been sure whether or not he was going to say something to her if she came back to see him after the frostwurm. And sure, he could just give her the cold shoulder, but... she'd seemed so fucking nice every other time they talked that it doesn't compute, what the hell she'd be doing with him.

"Hey." Doesn't matter if she's down here for some other reason; this is important, and if Eddie has to wedge his way into catching her attention then he'll do it. "Nadine. I need to talk to you."

i'm so late, sorry!!

[reignfall]

Cersei, in truth, has been on the lookout since Flagg mentioned her. It is a curiosity that she is not sure she would have felt quite like this if she were living the life she is owed at court, with all that entails to keep her busy. Then again, Flagg is a remarkable man – it could be wise to know those he calls his own.

Starting with ––

"My lady," she only half-calls out, leaning in repose against the bars of her cell, her special, shared hell. "Are you the one, perchance, who is wed to Randall Flagg?"