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[outforbloodinvegas]

[Are you worried about Jerry? Having trouble sleeping? Why? He's still here. He's still doing what needs to be doing.

Namely planning a way out of here as best as he can manage.]

It seems like a lot of people haven't been feeling too positive lately. [he looks sympathetic. All the sympathetic.] I'm sorry that I missed the cook-out that was sponsored by Mr. Cage right?

I think that was probably a smart idea. I'm only sorry that I wasn't able to attend. It's the [quick smile] It's the sun.

We don't particularly agree.

Are there any night-time activities that go on that might need one more player? Hell, I have a glove and a ball...I'd love for someone to just toss a baseball around.

[Slight Spam]

[Jerry has been watching and waiting. He's been testing the limits of his significantly reduced powers and now it's time for another test. There's no text, just a command-it's one he only used once with Ed, his minion and the only power he still has on the barge.

The thing is, it may work. It may not.

Come.]

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[socoolbrewster]

[Before it would have been a compulsion, a blind need to follow orders, but here it's more of a...request. Not quite so forceful, not quite so sharp a need, but he remembers what it was like, what it should be, so he goes anyway.

But he's not as quick about it; there's a hesitation there, a projected question without words. The route he takes is less direct than he would have taken otherwise, but soon enough he's there, knocking.

What's up, Jerry?]

[anewgod]

Unfortunately, the nights here are as dull as the day.