I'm sure everyone here came from happy, functional families. Forcing us to talk about our homes couldn't possibly wreak havoc, City ( Read more... )

I hope everyone has made it out of the coliseum and back to their homes safely. Once again, this place fails to amuse.

Well. We were starting to repeat, anyway, I suppose it was inevitable.

At least I look distinguished and not decrepit, this time around.

I'm glad she's not around to see.

[OOC: Reeve is fifty for the day, that's ten years older than his normal self. Strikes are thoughts, but let's be honest, this boy has the opacity of museum glass.]