Nov 26, 2009 14:21
God, I need a drink. I'm not just saying this for the sake of saying this, the water did something and pushed me beyond sober and back out the other side.
Nobody needs to see reality in THAT KIND OF CLARITY. NOBODY.
Otto, you've recovered from pirating, haven't you? I think we're both in need of professional help after that port, so do that apology and come and meet me in the bar, would you? By which I mean yes, in the bar. It's that kind of professional help.
By the way, Warden population, is anyone in charge of the library? I haven't seen anyone around. I practically live there already, so... I'll do it? I ran a bookshop, it can't be that different. especially given that there's lackeys, including a brainwashed torturer who's life I can make hell Seems like most of the inmates in there know what they're doing, so I can totally make sure nobody starts fires (I'm looking at YOU O'Brien - there isn't a memory hole big enough for this place), uses their magic to cheat or...generally attempts stupid and ridiculous things in the presence of books.
((ooc: Bernard, Otto and Namor's port ended as thus: Bernard went and dragged Otto the Pirate King away from a panther, partly because he cared, partly because he was HUNGRY AND COLD. So, uh, he's not going to hold this one over him for once. Then, at some point, they realised that they'd left their pet fish, Namor, and had to go fetch him from...some kind of crazy mermaids. :D))
booze - in need of,
self appointed guardian of books,
bernard occasionally does his job,
venture of fail,
declarations of intent