vingt-trois: a little wibbly and a little tipsy.

[453gof_flesh]

[Clapet comes on screen. There's a few sacks in the background, but not as many as there once were. He's huddled inside his brown cardigan, and running his thumb over a slightly torn picture. You can't see what the picture is, but it looks like it was once glued to something and ripped off. There's some milk bottles in the foreground. He looks distracted,]

You know, people are... what, falling in love?

Did none of you ever think that nobody ever wakes up in love with someone and this wasn't slightly unusual?

Or do we have to sit here and wait for some Admiral to tell us that weird-stuff is going on? We need official word for anything to strike us as unusual? We're sort of pathetic, aren't we?

[Inmate filter]

Ladies and gentlemen. I am looking for someone to try something out for me; nothing potentially harmful, I promise. Certainly not about to make you love someone.

You'll be paid well.

[Private to Warren]

I'll bring you my milk bottles. [He waves at his bottles a little,] I'm getting us a tester.

[Private to Donny]

I would have never wanted her to do what I did. Never.

That's why I kept all the money.

((ooc: Clapet's looking for a tester for his and Warren's wine. It's just fine, but probably tastes like meths. Roll up, roll up.))