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intofireforeverWanda 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.]
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Date: 2012-11-20 08:36 am (UTC)[And he doesn't sound any more pleased by it than she is.]
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Date: 2012-11-20 08:42 am (UTC)[When she replies, she's sitting up against a wall in one of the hotel's many hallways, catching her breath. No windows there.]
I thought I felt it yesterday, you know? I told myself not to be stupid and jumpy.
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Date: 2012-11-20 09:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 02:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 02:58 am (UTC)Not physically.
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Date: 2012-11-21 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 03:58 am (UTC)Other than that the issues seem... consistent. Worse on the outer grounds and in the ballroom area.
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Date: 2012-11-21 04:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 05:56 am (UTC)[Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...]
OK. It's OK. I'm going back in for our bags and stuff. I'll meet you in the lobby with them. Maybe we can double up.
[Inside, she's scared for three seconds and then she starts getting pissed off.]
I want to find whatever's doing this and kick its stalkery ass.
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Date: 2012-11-21 07:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 07:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 07:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 07:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 07:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 07:22 am (UTC)[Not that Van Shrike is incompetent. It's just that Perry Dawsey is kind of enormous in comparison.]
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Date: 2012-11-21 12:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 11:38 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2012-11-22 09:48 am (UTC)Audio
Date: 2012-11-23 12:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-23 09:00 pm (UTC)[She's marching up the stairs, too impatient for the elevator and way too pissed. But something stirs in her, and she stops a moment, hit by a stray thought. Then continues again.]
I really fucking preferred the dinosaurs.
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Date: 2012-11-25 06:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-25 06:46 pm (UTC)[Yeah, she'd remember if she had been around for that one.]
Re: [video]
Date: 2012-11-25 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-25 06:48 pm (UTC)Should that change, you are welcome to contact me.
Re: Audio
Date: 2012-11-25 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-25 06:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-25 07:54 pm (UTC)Take care, Laura Palmer.
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Date: 2012-11-25 08:02 pm (UTC)Audio
Date: 2012-11-26 01:17 am (UTC)Where you were?
Re: Audio
Date: 2012-11-26 03:13 am (UTC)Audio
Date: 2012-11-26 06:23 am (UTC)What was it like?
... Never mind. You have the present to worry about.
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Date: 2012-11-26 10:51 pm (UTC)[video] oops
Date: 2012-12-02 02:43 pm (UTC)