day two: seeking manager

[atrophied]

Who: Clinic peoples
What: Lockdown: Day Two
When: Today!
Where: The clinic

[ Still here | Passport wanted | Looking for entertainment | Burning food | Feel free to come up with your own sections if you wish! ]

Comments

[polar]

[She growls and clenches the controller tightly, turning and glaring at House.]

No! It just made you lap me. Again!

[There may be a smell of burning plastic now...]

[atrophied]

[ Oh, he smells that. ]

Did you melt another one?

[polar]

[Korra jerks back with a yelp, dropping the control to the ground with a clatter.]

Crud!! Not again.

[atrophied]

[ Getting another one... ]

I ought to start charging you for them. I'd make a small fortune in an hour.

[polar]

You wouldn't make much. I'm broke.

1/2

[atrophied]

[atrophied]

....you don't get any more controllers.

[polar]

What? Why??

[atrophied]

[ Pointing to the pile of melted plastic. ]

[polar]

[....]

Yeah, well-- Maybe if you actually taught me how to play, I wouldn't do that anymore!

[atrophied]

I don't think that's the cure for being a sore loser. [ Oh, yeah, he went there. ]

[polar]

It's a better condition than being a cheater!

[atrophied]

I'm not cheating. Even if I were, better than being a loser.

[polar]

[THIS LOOK!!!!]

Let's try something else then!

[atrophied]

Let's. Maybe Candyland is more to your speed.