On possibly being sent to last_voyages

[london_goth]

First of all, I'm not a groupie. There's a difference between going under cover and what you're implying. Secondly, you want to send me to a prison ship where I'll be in charge of reforming some one I don't even know? Do you realize how bizarre that is? Of course you know!

Never mind the fact that Lestat is there. Who knows what he's gotten up to.

Comments

[paws_for_thought]

You are but a puppet on their strings, my dear. That's not to say you can't twist a few strands every now and then...

[london_goth]

I know I have no say, it's just where I'm going is completely out of touch with my modern time frame.

[paws_for_thought]

An eclectic group of individuals, all bottled up in their tiny little rooms, day in and day out, nowhere to go. Sounds just like an office to me.

[london_goth]

An office in space.

[paws_for_thought]

I fail to see your point. Try again. Less whining this time.

[london_goth]

Whining?

[Because Jesse never whines. Liiiies]

I'm not whining.

[paws_for_thought]

Then what is the problem with this place? Time differences aside.

[london_goth]

I'm not sure how I'd fair as a warden, let alone a role model.

[paws_for_thought]

You are more a mouse than some rodents I've come across. Could you possibly do more than squeak to a stubborn inmate?

[Because that clearly helps with decision making.]

[london_goth]

I guess it all depends.

[She's a deeply unsure, meek librarian]

On who I'm put in charge of. I don't think I could keep anyone like Lestat in line.

[paws_for_thought]

Hm. Think on who you manage, then. I suspect that will be a much shorter list.