Actress

Gang-banger might be fun, but wouldn’t help me get her out and if I wanted to gang bang her afterwards, I’d just be able to tell her to do it. See Me had more potential, especially if I could guide it in a positive, or exhibitionistic direction, but frankly, my big concern, and this may sound shallow, or homophobic, was _her _being a woman. And this would help with that.

Bane was the only person to react really badly, because he was towards the end of the schedule, but when I told him to take it up with Calculator, he simply loomed menacingly, then stalked off, muttering Spanish curses and threats.

I considered for a moment…Bane did nothing for me, I remained quite straight. Maybe…there had to be someone in this universe with the power to transform men into women? But if so, I’d never heard of them. Nor had I ever heard of anyone who was related to Bane, so even if I expanded Diamond’s capstone even further, I wasn’t going to get him that way. Unless…

Siblings required love to spread the effect of Partners in Everything, marriage didn’t. And, as Bane’s occasional comments made clear, he was annoyed by the lack of conjugal visits in this ‘prison.’ Could I get him hooked up with one of the girls? Kat, maybe? Or Clayface, once she was under control? Hell, Clayface could make the perfect bride for anyone, marry a bunch of men, bring them all under my control, the keystone of--

Achievement Unlocked: Manky Workaround: You found a flaw in the endless interactions between people, traits and perks. Flaw fixed, only one spouse per person. Nice try though. Reward: Knowledge--Bane’s parents are dead and he has no siblings. However, he has an opposite sex clone, who is a **** of the Santa Priscan military. She will count as a daughter for the purpose of Partners in Everything.

Uh…no thanks. Even if Bane is a cunning bastard, better to tempt him with marriage to Kat than go fucking with a foreign military that had cloning tech and slaves! It would probably be easier to get Zatanna or some other magic user under control and have her turn him into a woman…wasn’t Jinx a--no. Bad brain. Stop thinking about that.

Jinx would not be my problem after this week and I wasn’t getting involved with superhero bullshit. Stay under the fucking radar! Don’t get bent out of shape about a man who was just being a dick…of course that’s what I’d said about Andre too, and look how that had ended.

I pushed it out of my head and got on with work, setting up the projector and asking about popcorn. I checked the collection of votes I’d gotten so far and was pleased. With no one communicating and about three hundred movies on the list (what? I started buying before Netflix took over and hate it when stuff gets pulled off, also I inherited the family DVD collection when they moved to Chicago) I, of course, had 10 votes for 10 different movies. So, I simply chose my own and tossed the votes. If there’d been anything close to unanimity, I might have had to change my plan.

It didn’t take long to get everything set up. I’d tested it a few times, because I wasn’t suicidal enough to risk it going wrong. And the wall was nicely white, so worked fine as a projection surface. I moved the tables away and set the chairs up in rows, which was sort of a pain. The other guards didn’t help, as they viewed this as my stupid project. They weren’t glad I was changing things and thought I was getting away with things they couldn’t. Which was true.

I’d need help setting up and cleaning up…but how? Well, that was a question for later. For now, my first movie night was kicking off. “Sorry, no popcorn folks. Maybe next time, if this lasts long enough.”

“What is the film?” Clayface asked instantly, barely restraining herself from interrupting me.

“His Girl Friday.”

The general consensus was confusion, though Clayface nodded. “I am glad someone appreciates the classics, though I’m surprised we have two such in this establishment.”

“We don’t. Everyone voted for different movies, so I chose one at random.”

“W--” Clay began.

“No asking about what other people voted for. No pressuring people.”

Clay nodded, but no SP gain. Probably because the main point had already been conceded.

“Choose your seats. Majority vote, talking or no talking in the movie. We’ll just do this by hand for now.” Clayface’s preference for ‘no talking’ was unanimous, if not voluntarily, as everyone carefully watched her vote.

I wish it had gone the other way, but better not to accidentally trigger the killing machine. I turned out most of the lights and started the movie.