As willing as I am to let him squirm, I suppose for my own sake I've no choice but to go after Gabriel. It's a pity, really - even when the tables are turned, the Admiral still manages to keep us under his thumb.

In any event - someone mentioned the basement being promising, so I'm headed in that direction n -

[The feed crackles and pops - a curse is ( Read more... )

So - who's got a deep dark secret they're just dying to unburden themselves of? Come, now, I'm reasonably certain there must be at least one or two of you out there. There may never again be an opportunity for such perfect honesty. Speaking of -

Gabriel, dearest - how hard are you kicking yourself for accepting this job right about now?

For those I interacted with during the most recent flood - there's a reason I don't teach. I apologize if I may've been a bit... brisk - or cruel, really - to some of you ( Read more... )

[Irene is pulling on a dark leather glove. She's all kitted-out in her gear - knee-high riding boots, a crisp white blouse, and a pair of khaki breeches that leave little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a tight french braid; a black velvet helmet is tucked under one arm, and her other hand contains a crop. Her tone, when she ( Read more... )

[Private to Inmates]

Now, I know many of us are still reeling from this most recent flood, but I have some unattended business to look into: namely, the curious acquisition of powers which I experienced a little over a week ago. I had been told, at the time, that others had encountered similar... anomolies. The instances were isolated and therefore ( Read more... )

[There is a yell, then someone bangs furiously on a door. If you're on the third floor, you may hear the entire thing first-hand. The voice is gruff, frustrated, and just the tiniest bit desperate; she's kept her American accent, so if you know any of our resident RDJs it probably sounds pretty darned familiar.]

Let me in. Let. me. in. This really ( Read more... )

... This is new.

[[Irene got a dose of nanomites. This particular brand is giving her electrical powers, which - considering she's from a time before the Industrial Revolution - she's taking as some sort of magical energy. I'm going to be putting up some open spam starters in the comments - feel free to run into her, or start your own thread, if you ( Read more... )

[Video switches on. Irene is kneading the bed restlessly; every so often, a hint of claw is visible. Still unfulfilled, she begins to pace back and forth in front of the camera. Her voice, when she speaks, is her own, but it comes from low in her throat and has a hint of rumble to it. To human ears, it probably sounds like loud purring, ( Read more... )

I know I say this every time, [there's a grunt of effort and a squelching noise] and I do hate to be redundant, but I am [a growl, a gunshot. The sounds of a struggle are loud and close] never going to Port again.

Bela? [Someone curses loudly; there's the sound of something tearing] What's your head count at? [She's out of breath as she adds] You'd ( Read more... )

Well, this is one of the more amusing things that's happened recently. And the first time I've managed to avoid being made a complete fool of. It's a welcome change of pace, I must say.

Gabriel, warden-of-mine, please, please tell me you're feeling the effects of this latest flood.

[Filtered to Bela]

I'm surprised that we haven't heard from you yet on ( Read more... )