Jean-Luc was sprawled lazily on the couch. It wasn't his fault he wasn't outside. It was just too hot to mess with people's heads outside. So he'd do it inside. On the couch. Watching TV.
He hadn't really meant to empty the Lounge out, it was just too noisy. Jsut a little tweak in someone's emotions would make someone do something less irritating. Jean-Luc used this tactic a lot, and he was sure it would never get boring. Yet here he was, alone in the Lounge, watching live television and wondering if he could change the woman's emotions ton there. He didn't think he could. Not yet, at least.
He stops at a horror movie and smirks, setting the remote down. Screaming, hurt women were always fun to watch. Hilarious, even, depending on who the villain was. Some pale, crawling ghost or a large demon-- it didn't matter. They were always scared. Why couldn't they make a horror movie with over -feministic women with large boobs beat up the scary monsters? Then it would be more like a comedy.
Jean-Luc is lost in thought amid the fake screams.
He hadn't really meant to empty the Lounge out, it was just too noisy. Jsut a little tweak in someone's emotions would make someone do something less irritating. Jean-Luc used this tactic a lot, and he was sure it would never get boring. Yet here he was, alone in the Lounge, watching live television and wondering if he could change the woman's emotions ton there. He didn't think he could. Not yet, at least.
He stops at a horror movie and smirks, setting the remote down. Screaming, hurt women were always fun to watch. Hilarious, even, depending on who the villain was. Some pale, crawling ghost or a large demon-- it didn't matter. They were always scared. Why couldn't they make a horror movie with over -feministic women with large boobs beat up the scary monsters? Then it would be more like a comedy.
Jean-Luc is lost in thought amid the fake screams.