[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... )

Can I leave now? Please? This place, I cannot take it any longer. I...

I will talk. I will do what you ask. I-

[He stops here as something in him seems to snap. There is a soft thud, as he throws a cup of water against the nearest wall of the infirmary and attempts to stand up, knocking over a chair in the process before he falls back down on his bed ( Read more... )