[Video; it's sort of dark, and Swing's sat under a tarpaulin to hold off the rain. He's just sat on the steps to his cabin, and he gives the camera a look before deciding that yes, it's safe to speak. It's after curfew, come kick his ass if you like ( Read more... )

I stand by my intitial statement when we first got to this port. Bloody wizards.

[Private to the Rani]

You were right. I am more rational than that. I hope you can plainly see that that was not my doing.

I suppose an apology is in order. I'd rather you didn't mention that to anyone.

[Outside the Rani's room - whereever she's staying, Swing's a creeper, he'd have found this out - several plants are left, clearly ripped up from plant beds and pots and all sorts of places. He does know flowers are no good. There's also the following note attached - it's supposed to be a poem, but Swing sucks at both rhythm and emotions;

You are ( Read more... )

Did someone.... Did someone drug me? What an unproductive couple of days! I didn't even get any proper records on my Warden. 'I don't care! Arthur Dent is perfectly proportioned'?! like I'd ever... Who did this to me? I'll find out, you can't hide away.

I feel a little ill.

[Private to Wardens]I do hope you find the murderer, Wardens. I'd ( Read more... )

Oh, oh. Warden of mine! Arthur Dent, I believe your name is. Brown hair, not so tall, not so short, achingly standard, hatred of Vogons, love for tea ( Read more... )