pree (primadezz) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-11 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, ludwig dieter, pree dezz |
Who: Pree and Dieter
Where: Pree’s room
When: Saturday afternoon into Saturday evening
What: Manicures and conversations
Status: In progress
Warnings: TBA
With the bar off limits and the kitchen teeming with people who couldn’t get to their own desired locales and had nothing but complaints for their current circumstances, there was little that Pree could do to brighten moods or lift spirits. He had considered breaking into song, but given the events of the last two days, he didn’t want to risk annoying any residents who’d previously been free with their threats. Who knew what could provoke them into making good on them? Who knew what had provoked the woman who’d gotten herself killed? As little as he cared to dwell on what he had seen upstairs, Pree found his thoughts returning to the charred body again and again. And that was just no way to live. Rather than mope, he liberated liquor (borrowed from the self-replenishing bar) from under the bed and nail polish (borrowed from the salon) from beneath the mattress. With the window open to let in a gentle, summery breeze that stirred the curtains and smelled only faintly of damp, Pree propped up the pillows on his bed and prepared to indulge in some much-needed self-care. But there was one thing still missing: company. Rolling the bottles of nail polish between his fingers, he reached for the rudimentary terminal known in this time and place as a phone and typed out a private message. Dieter had expressed a willingness to have his nails painted. Assuming he was free, this seemed like as good an opportunity as any to follow through on those plans. And, by the same token, to keep a close eye on the restless would-be thief. |