Tahiri is mad.

And on the lookout for pilots. Specifically, Wes Janson or Corran Horn. Because the word is that their prank war almost killed somebody, and that is Totally Not Cool.

She's got a lightsaber.

She may even have a half-starved Yuuzhan Vong creature or two in one of her jumpsuit pockets.

Beware.

[OOM: As of last night, there's a new note on the Security noticeboard regarding Snowball's transformation.]

[[OOM:: The Imp Strikes Back - The Imp is sent to reverse Snowball's transformation in the Infirmary. Along the way, Hank gets pictures.]]

Hank comes out of the Infirmary, a small folder in his hand. He settles at the Bar, looking for anyone on Security as he sips his coffee.

Hank settles in at the table near the Infirmary and smiles as he sits back, sipping coffee. He has just got up from a long night's sleep. In a few minutes, he will go through the Door and face Earth. In a little while, he will deal with tragedy and war and pain. Soon, he will deal with woe and doom... but for now? he is resting and thinking and the ( Read more... )

There is a very unhappy young man still curled up on the floor by the fire, almost completely naked except for a couple of leaves tied around his body.

He's been there since last night, not moving except to cough, occasionally dozing. Right now he's being prodded by a rather concerned-looking rat.

A rather subdued and very-nearly-naked-but-not-quite man comes out of the office. He is wearing two palm leaves tied together with a piece of vine to cover his vitals.

He goes over to the fire, crawling on his hands and knees, and curls up in front of it like a cat. Every now and again he coughs.

After this there is a frightened, naked man sitting near the fire, looking around...

And occasionally snarling.

[ooc: Just a warning, if you try and touch him you will get bitten. This is one seriously not amused pig.]

There is a large unsuspecting pig by the fire, munching on an apple.

Why not come join him?

There are still about seventeen bar napkins lying around with the words:

'WINNER
TakE mE To wES for a mySTErY prizE'

The culprit is outside in the garden, carefully going through the grounds with his snout, looking for any herbivorous insects or weeds that might spoil the plants.

With perhaps an air of shiftiness about him -- of course he hasn't left this to the last minute, of course he's extremely organised -- Wes sidles up to Bar and puts a sheet face-down on her surface ( Read more... )