Londo of House Mollari. That is who I am. I do not know if it is a thing to be celebrated, finding this out. The knowledge that came with it, it is heavy. What does one think, and do, when they are not sure they wish to know more about who they are, but cannot abide being utterly ignorant ( Read more... )

Oh yes. Of course. First, my head is flooded with dreams that are not my own, and now, now I cannot even get out of the elevator. I am stuck. But of course, no one will help, because no one can, not when the elevator is rude like this, no ( Read more... )

I am stuck in an elevator with a lunatic with a sword, grinning like only an idiot can. Someone, anyone, get me out of here. I do not care who. Even Grift, with his smirky face, gloating, I would take ( Read more... )