A few months ago the interns stocked the shelves of the rec area with a brand new bookcase of porn, for the enjoyment of all. At least one shelf's worth of those books have been just thrown in the mud and prodded under by Emilia, in an attempt to destroy them forever.

Folken's decided to camp out in the rafters up in the roof of the recreation area. Since this means he's sitting round with his constantly-moulting wings out most of the time, there's going to be feathers all over the place. White, fluffy wing feathers, in all sorts of sizes. About halfway up the hall, by the right hand wall, will be a particularly ( Read more... )

Well, it's no-inhibitions week. Aaaand it's America, without inhibitions.

So, naturally, he has decided to claim the most "prized" bit of Facility for himself. No worries, it's not that necessary: the rec room.

Yup. Alfred has decided that the rec room is now property of the United States of America, and he's charging you to get in. Not that he has ( Read more... )