Meh, so what?

Which was probably the app talking, but there was nothing else to do about it at this point. My credits were spoken for and 5 credits was way too fucking much to be spending on every target.

Dinner was excellent, Kianna was a hell of a fucking cook. And a hell of a fuck, too. As we discovered again after dinner…

After all that, I collapsed in a ball of pleasured, pleasant flesh until morning. Hump day was alas, likely to be short on humping and long on work. So, I ran the carpool and headed into work. Said hi to a few folks, I wasn’t making friends with the other guards, but I could be friendly.

I was fixing Clayface’s movie, so I chose a movie that was old, but a remake of an even older film. “His Girl Friday” was quite delightful and had cleared reviews, probably because Penelope didn’t know it was a remake…which might have possibilities too, depending on how tonight went. That shouldn’t trigger her Boomer trait too much. Hopefully.

The day started well, everything went smoothly. I dropped off my DVD collection in Rapetoy’s office, who whined, but just because she wanted another ****, which I wasn’t going to give her. Yet.

Instead, I got to work. People started out eager, though there were some complaints about the limited selection. A combination of ‘it’s my personal collection’ and ‘after the Chiefs took a bunch of stuff off the list,’ and ‘well, if you aren’t interested--’ got everyone off my back.

Though I did get questions about popcorn, and I had to say no, because it hadn’t occurred to me. I’d look into it for later.

Finally, it was time for Clayface’s visit. She instantly saw the film list, as it was the only new thing in the place, went over and grabbed the laminated list off the wall before I could begin my practiced speech and came over to me so fast that her guards started looking very nervous and reaching for their batons, though a casual wave from me got them to not do anything unwise.

“What is this?” she said, in her slightly old-timey way.

“I was just about to tell everyone, Clayface. Wait for the others, please.”

A wet foot tapped impatiently, but given everything, she didn’t argue as the other inmates streamed over more slowly, though not that slowly under Clayface’s glare. +3 SP (Clayface +17)

“All right, folks. As you’ve probably heard, after a great deal of discussion, Arkham has agreed to allow additional rewards. All patients in good standing will also be allowed movie nights. This will slightly reduce library hours, there’s a schedule here,” I put down the schedule that laid it all out, it was fair, though no one would love it.

“Movie night! Most excellent!”

“You and the other attendees will all vote on the film, from the list in Clayface’s hands. We’re limiting attendees so the more…powerful amongst you aren’t at movie nights with people in their library, therapy, or cell groups to minimize anyone’s ability to threaten others to get the movies they want. To state the obvious, doing so will lose you movie privileges,” I gave Clayface the same hard look I’d given every other supervillain.

“When will the cinema commence?”

“Hold questions to the end.”

Clayface twitched, but didn’t speak. +2 SP (Clayface: +19)

“I’ve drawn a list of our the patients who need to attend separately. Mr. Kuttler observed to ensure fairness. All other patients will be assigned to numerical groups, as described above. Please line up for your group numbers.”

Clayface was instantly in the front of the line. +1 SP (Clayface: +20)

I gave her a flat look. “Are you a more secured inmate?”

“Yes.”

“So, your number was based on the drawing. Let me give the others their number, then I’ll give you your placement.”

It’s hard to know how a face that looked like a mudslide could look like it was about to cry, but I gave her a wink and she brightened slightly, stepping aside. +1 SP (Clayface: +21)

I gave all the others their numbers, then Clayface came over and looked down at me, a hopeful puppy. “Your number is one.”

She jumped in the air, then paused. “When is the first night?”

“Tonight. Monday, Wednesday, Friday are film nights, so it’ll be a while before your next one, so vote carefully,” I said. The others were trying to vote, but Clayface was monopolizing the list, talking to herself about the options.

After about two minutes, I insisted she share, which she didn’t want to, but with movies on the line, she obeyed. +8 SP (Clayface: 29). She spent the entire rest of her hour choosing her movie, but I was kept busy. I did manage to get a little credit with her, though no SP, by checking out one of the books she’d been looking at earlier

Asa was busy all day today, actually working on her career, which made her happy. But I’d have to make my own choice, unless we were waiting until the end of the day. Given the movie this evening, we weren’t waiting. There was a real chance to get a lot of points with her.

Actress: Now that she’s got some actual acting to see/experience again, Clayface feels the old bug coming back. But now she feels drawn to the female parts (at least after any film with a meaty female part/monologue. She may act those out, especially if pressed at all.

See Me: Clayface needs attention. She used to get it as a movie star, now she gets it from her guards and other inmates. Her eagerness for attention causes her to start behaving in a way which draws more attention to her. The exact form this takes may be shaped by the reactions of others.

Gang Banger: Clayface loves being at the center of attention and who is more the focus of attention than someone getting gang banged? By men or women, if you don’t like to share.

Okay…I was actually okay, morally, with all of those? Maybe I was slipping, or the app was? Or maybe I just didn’t actually have a problem with Clay, the way I did with most of the others. I knew they’d committed some horrible crime, but they’d been locked up here a long time, as they were one of the first people Batman had ever caught…though that suggested I was madder at Asa, who had done nothing wrong, than a literal murderer.