[You get a very nice view of the ceiling in the corridors, as Iago's carrying his communicator in his mouth. He managed to be out of his room when the flood hit, which was fortunate, as he really had no actual way of opening doors. But now he's bored and roaming. He accidentally turned on the video function on his way down the stairs ( Read more... )

My dear, dear Marquis. Perhaps you would indulge me with some wine tonight?

I've been good, haven't I? No one has died and there was no more damage to my room. I would consider that a success worthy of a small celebration, wouldn't you?

[Iago is sitting outside of his room, one leg pulled up to him as he leans against the wall. He's sweaty and exhausted, but is both too shocked and too exhausted to move. In true Shakespearean form, Iago's thrown himself a nice temper tantrum in the privacy of his room, but when he finally opened the door, he noticed the corridor and is now in the ( Read more... )

[Defiantly refusing to ask for clothes, Iago's dressed up in his own clothes, cinched tightly and hanging loose. Glaring at the camera, he pauses before speaking. His voice is light, airy and more than a little condescending.]

What a face to wake to. What a stain to be placed upon this day.

I am Iago, dammit! [He slams his hand against the desk and ( Read more... )

Here is my journey's end, here is my bottom
And very sea-mark of my last ship.

( Notes he left for the Marquis and JD, addressed to them, by their doors. )

Oh Dear Iago, what have you done to me ( Read more... )