[Iago’s communicator is not meant to be on. It’s triggered by a stray foot after Iago throws a glass against the wall. So fellow barge members…enjoy this display of domestic bliss between Iago and Rex. ]

( Cut for length and...quite a bit of innuendo )

[The people on level 7 might have heard a fit of epic proportions going on most of the evening. Iago has thrown down his bookshelves, tipped over his desk and upended his bed the best he can. But he's deliberately turned on his communicator now and is drunk. Absolutely, completely, almost blind drunk. He's kicked his door in already and it's open, ( Read more... )

[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... )

I realize I have been quiet as of late. I suppose the librarian's departure should have brought out a response in me, considering the message he gave me, but what does it matter?

So many graduations. Strange to have them clustered together like this.

[Private to Sexby- viewable by the Marquis, as always]

Did you attack Una during the flood? Did it ( Read more... )

JD...you and I need to talk. And soon Unfortunately, since my vile toad of a Warden has taken away my RIGHT to privacy, we have to do this in person. Meet me as soon as you are able. Unless, of course, I lose my right to THAT, as well.