I have reacted to the last week with relative patience, I feel. I suppose I can understand the turmoil everyone seems to be experiencing over the port, but I cannot say I completely empathize.

Unless you were unfortunate enough to be on the Barge when it was exploded? You did not die during the last port. You were not killed during the last port. No ( Read more... )

I preferred last Halloween, and I look forward to returning to the CES with Renate and not having to worry about cleaning ash out of my suits. I have the strong impression that more was going on than the garden variety holiday silliness, and I feel compelled to thank everyone involved in getting this ship back to normal -- not only the Admiral but ( Read more... )

[Everybody but Iago Filter]

Iago has been interred in Zero level. He is not to have visitors, save for myself, and I would ask that any and all Wardens set to patrol down there avoid conversation with him. Be also aware that I know every individual that spoke to him on his last entry, Wardens and Inmates alike, private or otherwise. I expect that ( Read more... )

[The Marquis is dressed for going in to port -- that is he seems to be a good deal less ostentatious, his shirt, though full-sleeved is of a clearly breathable make -- his trousers durable, boots over shoots. His hair has been tied back in a simple, functional tail, and he is putting on gloves as he speaks ( Read more... )

Iago, it's come to my attention that you have a good deal of leisure time. Too much, in fact. I'm not at all certain when it is you stopped attending shifts in the kitchen, but you, my treasure, require distraction ( Read more... )

[And here is the Marquis in the infirmary; not dressed as per usual, his dark hair unbound and cascading lazily over his shoulders, his right arm in a sling to prevent causing himself further pain just because he feels the constant desire to use it. He looks tired, but better.]

I do believe this is the moment where I say that rumors of my demise ( Read more... )

A much needed outing -- perhaps so enjoyable that some of us returned to our roving home, surprised that while the world outside has indeed changed -- offered us pleasure, beautiful sights and the deepening of friendships -- the interior echoes the same old dreary stories. Angry Inmates -- they were angry even when I was one -- the authoritarian ( Read more... )

Forgive my recent silence, my fellow denizens. Somehow, in spite of everything, I have been somewhat "under the weather." It's taking quite the toll on my Renate, honestly, for I haven't really the energy to run with her at present. I'm feeling much better now, however. It seems, furthermore, that my relative absence has meant I have not provided ( Read more... )

Right.

You'll have to forgive me if it took so long for me to touch base, campers, but I had some preparations to make.

Honey Badgers -- who are thus named if that's what's painted on the side of your cabin -- I am your Counselor. You can call me Nate. I understand you're a rowdy bunch. That's lovely.

I hope you find your bunks to be satisfactory. ( Read more... )