Flood was a bit short for my tastes.

[...Yes, he just caught that.]

Only interestin things that ever happen around here anyway. [starts, as though reminded of something] No, wait. I forgot. There's finger painting and movie rentals now. Soon as they bring back Monday Night Football I'm sure ya'll will be right at home.

I'd ask if people are supposed to grow out of this stuff by the age of ten, but then there were plenty regular schmucks who ate this shit up come wintertime back home, too. Not much business to be done this time of year aside from the usual. [And he hates the usual.] Guess you could say we hibernate. If everybody else gets to throw a string of lights and tinsel on their problems and pretend everybody's nice to each other for a couple weeks, then taking a break ain't so bad.

[Leave alone that he can remember when it was only easy to deal around the times that people would be throwing parties. New Years would kick shit up. But the dependent ones -- they tended to find succor in the millions of charity works that popped up only in December. It was about finding a place to stay warm, not to move and shake things, and that's where Top Dollar always fell out of favor with the rest.]

But it sure is good to be hungry again.

Since I guess we're supposed to be making Admiral requests: I want everybody to have the one thing they want but shouldn't have. Least that oughta make things interesting.

[He doesn't expect he'll get an answer.]

[The first sound that cuts in when the transmission starts is unmistakably the sound of buzzing, not an electronic one, but a living hum. When the picture is clear, one can see why. A hotel room somewhere on the second floor, similar in layout to all the others, appears to be showing static, until one realizes what they are actually seeing is a swarm of wasps -- indicated when an enormous, oversized exo-skeletal leg, followed by the still more legs, a thorax, and the rest of one humming, winged body crawls across the lens. This room is practically overrun. However, sitting on one of the beds, indian style, looking positively thoughtful, is Top Dollar.]

S'pose it might be too much to get room service up here to handle something like this, wouldn't it? 

[Top Dollar's cabin is a mess, because he's been tearing it apart looking for things to steal -- food, weapons, anything. The boy onscreen is about twelve, dirty-faced, wearing ratty clothes.]

Where the fuck's my sister? 

So angry, everyone.

[A low, gravelly chuckle]

Can't say I was visited by any singing metal critters, but I can't fault anybody for trying to shake things up around here. Figure something outta happen that doesn't involve us not being us anymore.

Now that's the way to mix it up, barge.

[Top Dollar looks far too pleased with himself. Of course now that things are back to normal he's taken some time to clean himself up, but the remains of a torn shirt can be seen draped over the back of his chair. He himself sports a few nicks and scratches, but the man could not be more happy. He got to turn himself loose and forget about order for a while, after all.]

No jokin. Made me feel like a kid again. Admiral should consider making that a regular part of the ride.

(ooc: TD spent his weekend running around and letting every aspect of the landscape test him. Didn't get around to any fight threads, but I think he allowed the wildlife to scratch that particular itch. Made him feel a little closer to his Dad.)

Dear Santa,

You know you don't exist. I don't give a good golly fuck how different or not different that is here, but save the coal for somebody who needs it.

Sincerely,
Top Dollar

[Inmate Filter]

All right, somebody here has to deal something harder than cigarettes. Help a guy out.

Where the fuck is my sister?

All right look: Can someone tell me what the fuck this place is and what I'm doin' here that's not gonna talk Bible at me?