[Those who've been aboard it (or maybe just heard about it) might recognize the Victoria. She's sitting on the rail, dripping wet with her back to the water, looking down into the screen with a curious smile. A few droplets fall when she blinks. Someone's been playing Liar's Dice again.]

I've loved and lost. Gambled and ...lost. [Laugh.] Watched ( Read more... )

Ha. Between the new staff and someone besides me to mash his thumb with a hammer, looks like the Foxhole's got some expanding in its future. [DRINK UP, ANATOLE.] It's about damn time too, after all the patch-up jobs I've done on it every time this place gets a little crazy. Hey Dene, any changes you'd like to see? The place is half yours, after all ( Read more... )

[Tony is sitting on the roof of the community housing center with a basket of muffins next to him. He chews on one of the muffins, and once he's swallowed his bite, he speaks.]

To appease my CEO-slash-secretary-slash-girlfriend, I guess I'm supposed to contribute to our overall finances.

[That doesn't mean he's asking someone to hire him as a ( Read more... )

Citizens of wherever this place is! I have heard from a not entirely reliable source that apparently there is some sort of mist here that is considered to be rather dangerous and shouldn't be played with. And said source mentioned something about bleeding and insanity? Sounds like fun! So, I pose two questions to you lovely people. Anyone can feel ( Read more... )

[There's a familiar, worried expression on the Forge. It's accompanied by the always present silver eyes, of the warriors who seem to simply sprout up within Anatole.

But blonde hair doesn't meet the with the usual looks, with the pale complexion, clinking armor, and skin-tight uniform.

The hair is brown.]

Um... I... Well, that was quick. I ( Read more... )

Things are, in dreams, one might say... an empty void. A space not unlike Hueco Mungo - vast and without borders. You think this, when you arrive in the landscape of your own mind ( Read more... )

[It isn't envy that Helen's green with. That's quite another sin. Like many, she just overindulged a big over the weekend.]

Ugh. No more apples for awhile. Teresa, you still want 'em? And what is it about this place that likes to take away or ruin the stuff I love most ( Read more... )

[The flat behind her is a contradiction of sorts - immaculate disarray lit by the flicker of candlelight ( Read more... )

[Behold! For it is Priscilla and she is currently sitting at her desk, albeit facing away from the mounds of paperwork that fill its polished surface. ...paperwork and cat. Because there's a huge longhaired cat curled up behind her, too, a pen poking out from beneath it ( Read more... )

[Helen's sitting in the middle of a rather bloody floor. But it's the arena floor. And most of the blood is dried. That makes it better somehow. Some of the blood was probably even hers, but she's healed by now: arms, legs, and eyeballs are all present and accounted for.Yeah...no idea why I spent the last few nights here. I'm just glad no one got ( Read more... )