[lowing]

My bed has been broken.

Captain Harkness [snort] I require a new bed.

Signor Angel,

I am requiring six to eight small blocks of wood -- perhaps twelve to twenty centimeters in height and five to ten centimeters in depth. And also something to carve them with. The Feast of Immaculate Conception is in two days, and with it the start of the season Navidad, and the flood has slowed my preparations.

(ooc: So in Spain ( Read more... )

[People in the kitchen should note that since the turbulence hit, where Vidal once stood and where his clothes remain there is now a newborn baby boy lying on the floor. Screaming. Like newborn babies do.]

I want to be transferred to a new Warden. Immediately.

(ooc: he doesn't really mean it >.> He's thinking gay thoughts about Angel and this means he needs to be as far away from him as possible before something unholy and...gay happens. Which'd probably end in him trying to kill his Warden.)