You know, this isn't so bad.

And I'm finally going to get to finish that ham. I've never spent this long doing anything before ( Read more... )

Ugh.

[long pause. He considers saying something else, then just cuts himself off.]

Nevermind.

[Private to anyone who got his wine]

You didn't drink... did you?

[Private to Adam and Cooper]

Wine's ready.

What have you got for me in the way of payment?

[Inmate filter]

There's quite a bit of wine still available to buy. Freshly made and ready to drink! And just as good as last time.

((ooc: Guess who forgot to put the post up.))

I like my room.

I like not looking at everyone and their grandmothers whilst I'm trying to sleep.

I like being able to smoke.

By the way, Donny. Nine down. It was 'scarab'

[Private to Four]

I'd like to help with the shark.

What do sharks eat?

[Private to Coyolxauhqui]

Worth another try.

You out there?

Come on, you're the only person ( Read more... )

That was... refreshing, in a way. To see a world not collapsing in on itself. To see something growing in something other than a simulation. To see snow quite that clean, quite that white, without being corrupted by the dirt. [He was going to say something to West on this subject, on his post. But oh. He killed him ( Read more... )

[Inmate filter]

[Guess who's looking surprisingly chill to say a lot of people have died recently? That'd be Clapet. He's smoking, and has a glass milk bottle in his hand, with a cork wedged into it. The contents are a sort-of cloudy red.]

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Barge.

Having a difficult week? Having a difficult month? Having a difficult ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )