That was quite a sweet gesture to wake up to Admiral. Really. If a bit messy. And I think King Charles, Mason, and Poor Joe enjoyed the breakfast immensely.

I'm sure it would have been delicious.

Not much point in trying to get outside. Snow's half as deep as I'm tall. The fact that I've never seen it like that makes me wonder if the weather is just that insane here, or if the Admiral has just gone easy on winter locations the last few years.

At least the fire's warm. I feel like I can still smell those spices on the air, but that might be ( Read more... )

So uh...funny question. Anyone here know how to sew? 

[Morgan has her arms folded on her desk, her chin resting on her hands. She looks tired. Half laying across her head appears to be a basset hound, which by its very nature and genetic makeup also looks to be tired. And sulking. And making soft "mrr" noises.]

I can't be the only person sitting here and telling myself that it's not what it looks like ( Read more... )

Shit. ...Shit. [a shaky, possibly tearful sigh as the audio cuts out]

[Private to the Admiral]

L-Look, I realize this isn't an Inmate request but can you... please? Just bring him back and don't let him remember it.

[/Private]

[sounding tired but somewhat dire]

Have many people been coming into the infirmary lately? Just out of curiosity.

...Henry, are ( Read more... )