How cruel it is, this month. It's as if the cold has taken the very breath from our bodies, laying it out for everyone to witness. I watched you, oh yes. You scurried around like so many ants, confused and wary, but still so very trusting. Like every flood before this. Like every breach. Every port. You slide into the trusting hands of the Admiral ( Read more... )

[Iago's sitting at his desk, lounging back, looking particularly pleased with himself. His hands are out of sight, off to the side, playing with something. It's the watch he once took from Sylar, but he's very careful to keep it off screen.]

I think it was the year before last that we actually had the Games for Christmastime. Or, at least what would ( Read more... )

That was a good port. Not my favorite, but at least I spend most of it not caring about the world at large.

I just wish I remembered more of it.

I now know why alcohol is such a popular choice for forgetting your life.

[Note slid under Prefect's door]

Busy?

( Santa List: Marquis, West, Rex, Angelica, Prefect, Sylar (sorta) )

Why...why would you wander about in those hideous clothes? [He pauses for a moment, his breathing a bit heavy as he really doesn't like this type of cold.]

This is utterly ridiculous. What's the point of wandering around a marketplace? [No, Iago  doesn't get that it's pretty. There's a sigh of annoyance and he cuts the transmission off, certain that ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas and thank you and all that.

Also, where did this carving come from? It is a wolf...and rather strange and out of place.

( Private to the Marquis )