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[gift_enjoyed]

It's a good thing this isn't Hell. I'd hate to find Hell so terribly boring.

Someone, please. Come. Level three, room nineteen. This is all terribly dull.

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[impure_tale]

You new arrivals and your constant complaining of boredom.

You know a wise man once said that boredom is a sign of an underdeveloped, idle mind.

[gift_enjoyed]

Are you offering to develop my mind, then?

[impure_tale]

It's quite possible that I could develop a good deal more than that.

[gift_enjoyed]

I am listening.

Or rather, reading. And whose fine text to I have the pleasure of viewing?

[thegooddrjones]

You know, making an open invitation like that on a prison ship is probably a horribly bad idea.

[gift_enjoyed]

What is there to be afraid of?

[thegooddrjones]

Well, people whom might like to hurt you, or even kill you for one. You're new, yes? I'm Martha. Martha Jones.

[gift_enjoyed]

Quite new. A pleasure, mademoiselle, I'm Lestat de Lioncourt. And I'm already dead, what have I to fear?

[Action]

[whattasteisthis]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK LESTAT!]

Re: [Action]

[gift_enjoyed]

[OH GOD WHY ARMAND. Lestat's looking at the wall curiously. And tapping back. Rat-a-tat-tat.]

Re: [Action]

[whattasteisthis]

[Armand smirks from where he's sitting on his Nicholas's bed. He taps back, in a distinct rhythmic pattern.]

I hear you're bored, Lestat.

Re: [Action]

[gift_enjoyed]

[Nicho--what. Lestat frowns at the wall and slaps his palm against the wall enough to be heard, ignoring that rhythm. For now.]

How observant. Please tell me that is not your room, Armand.

[gift_enjoyed]

I'm to believe he's all powerful?

What are these things, monsieur? Ah - or is it mademoiselle?

[gift_enjoyed]

How comforting.

Just the Doctor? A pleasure, Docteur.