... I apologize to the cleaning staff. I seem to have made a mess of one of your broom closets.

I

tripped

rather spectacularly.

And I may have

altered the organization of a few shelves.

As in, those shelves and their contents are now occupying the floor.

It may be a bit sticky for a few days.

Cross, Dash, Crow, Raise.

I am about to get very very intoxicated and make some things explode on Park Island. You are welcome to join me, but I warn you that although I am usually a happy drunk, this is not going to be the case tonight.

Damn it, Drake.

((ooc: Had to break hiatus for this, guys. Had to.))