Hockey?
Who: Randal Graves, Arthas, Severen, open!
What: Being a general fail!warden and playing hockey. Lots of shouting. Feel free to jump in at any time.
When: Late evening. Very late evening.
Where: Level 1 corridor.
For Christmas, Randal had received the gift that kept on giving: a complete hockey set. As was typical of him, he was not only neglecting his job - that is, his inmate - in spectacular form, but he had moved his entire set, including the goals, to the level one corridor. There had been some general thought that he would take it all up to the main deck, but upon reaching the first level, he realized he might lose one or two of the balls over the side of the Barge - and he didn't particularly feel like climbing another set of stairs with all of his equipment.
Instead, he'd erected the goals at either end of the corridor and was spending the evening - very late evening - skating back and forth between them. To display a total lack of concern for those living on the first level, he was also offering a running commentary of his skills as a semi-professional hockey player in the style of a sportscaster.
He gave the ball a good high-sticking whack and sent it flying into one of the doors in an attempt to make it rebound into the goal.
What: Being a general fail!warden and playing hockey. Lots of shouting. Feel free to jump in at any time.
When: Late evening. Very late evening.
Where: Level 1 corridor.
For Christmas, Randal had received the gift that kept on giving: a complete hockey set. As was typical of him, he was not only neglecting his job - that is, his inmate - in spectacular form, but he had moved his entire set, including the goals, to the level one corridor. There had been some general thought that he would take it all up to the main deck, but upon reaching the first level, he realized he might lose one or two of the balls over the side of the Barge - and he didn't particularly feel like climbing another set of stairs with all of his equipment.
Instead, he'd erected the goals at either end of the corridor and was spending the evening - very late evening - skating back and forth between them. To display a total lack of concern for those living on the first level, he was also offering a running commentary of his skills as a semi-professional hockey player in the style of a sportscaster.
He gave the ball a good high-sticking whack and sent it flying into one of the doors in an attempt to make it rebound into the goal.