[And here is Reaver, reclining lazily on his cot in Level Zero looking just as pleased as punch if not a little bored, which is really no change from how he usually is. His jacket and vest have been folded to serve as a pillow, which honestly works out quite well considering how fluffy the collar on his coat is.]

Well, it's hardly the royal suite, ( Read more... )

I pose a question to the Wardens here. Or...anyone who cares to answer. You call this a place of recovery, view Inmates' little faults and try to find their root causes, correct their behaviors, and all of that silly, thankless nonsense. This Inmate is violent because people were violent toward him. This one lies because he thinks everyone lies. Oh ( Read more... )

In my wildest dreams, I never thought that I would miss the influx of paperwork and business reports.

To our new arrivals, on behalf of the Admiral I bid you welcome. I'm sure most have told you stories already. Most are true. While you have the distinct privilege of being the Admiral's most honored guests, take advantage of the rare opportunities ( Read more... )

[Reaver appears to be seated in his room by the fire, a large medical tome open in his lap.]

Good evening, everyone. Today I would like to present to you a reading from one of the numerous reference materials available in the library. [He clears his throat] Cocaine, "a stimulant of the central nervous system, an appetite suppressant, and a topical ( Read more... )

A warden already? Goodness, are my days of comfort and revelry come to an end already?

Perhaps not.

Now who is this Sherlock Holmes? It can't be a total waste, I'm sure. Come, my new Warden. I extend to you an open invitation to my quarters -- a rare gift for someone I have yet to even hear of. We shall partake of sweet libations and perhaps ( Read more... )