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Wanda and I woke up freezing this morning. Anyone want to guess why? Anyone? No?
[In contrast to the attitude she's displayed to...well, everyone on the Barge since her arrival, Laura is angry. No, it's not just that; the anger is clearly mixed up with something else. The aggressiveness can't hide that she looks like prey that's been cornered.]
The window was open. I checked the lock on that thing repeatedly before we turned in. [And Laura would never, ever be able to sleep in a room with an open window, or even a faulty lock.]
By the way, I thought high-class hotels were supposed to leave mints on your pillow.
[She opens her hand, and flipping her fingers out, reveals a tiny baggie of cocaine held between her index and middle finger. It had been on the pillow beside the one she'd used while sleeping.]
I don't know if it's this place or one of you behind it, but--
[There's a click, and suddenly, there's a wind in the room. Laura's hair is visibly blowing in it, and now snow follows. She turns to look at the window, aiming the camera that way, too...
The window is open again.]
No. Fuck no. I'm not spending another night in this room!
[Laura runs to the door, then into the hall, and slams the door behind her...and the feed cuts out. ALL ARE WELCOME TO COMMENT! She will bring the feed back and reply as best she can.]
[In contrast to the attitude she's displayed to...well, everyone on the Barge since her arrival, Laura is angry. No, it's not just that; the anger is clearly mixed up with something else. The aggressiveness can't hide that she looks like prey that's been cornered.]
The window was open. I checked the lock on that thing repeatedly before we turned in. [And Laura would never, ever be able to sleep in a room with an open window, or even a faulty lock.]
By the way, I thought high-class hotels were supposed to leave mints on your pillow.
[She opens her hand, and flipping her fingers out, reveals a tiny baggie of cocaine held between her index and middle finger. It had been on the pillow beside the one she'd used while sleeping.]
I don't know if it's this place or one of you behind it, but--
[There's a click, and suddenly, there's a wind in the room. Laura's hair is visibly blowing in it, and now snow follows. She turns to look at the window, aiming the camera that way, too...
The window is open again.]
No. Fuck no. I'm not spending another night in this room!
[Laura runs to the door, then into the hall, and slams the door behind her...and the feed cuts out. ALL ARE WELCOME TO COMMENT! She will bring the feed back and reply as best she can.]