[The camera shows a fairly tossed about little sitting room. Then Armand sets it on the mantle, and just shrugs at the camera.]

Where's Dracula? Is he even awake around this time? I need someone to come help me put my cabin back together. [And by help he means to do it.]

Merci beaucoup, Admiral! We're all grateful down here to have our possessions

I would like to request again that people refrain from going out of their way to antagonize my inmate, Count Dracula. Dracula is himself. He is not another vampire. He's not the other Armand that we all remember not so fondly. He is not one of those demon-possessed creatures from Mlle. Summers' world.

He is himself, and as a person he has glaring ( Read more... )

[private to Loki]

I'm not your warden, but I'd like a word with you.

[locked to Armand's friends]

I talked to our new Captain Harkness.

Loki.

My cabin right now. [He's whispering, but that doesn't disguise how angry he is.]

[private to the Admiral]

Admiral, sir, please revoke all of Loki's powers right now.

[Backdated a little closer to the Samhain shenanigans. And if Loki doesn't come, Armand will find him.]

[Audio switches on to a familiar French accent in full voice.]

--thought I requested two weeks! Not just one, Admiral. What is the meaning of this?

[A bit of shuffling as he realizes the transmission light is on.]

Damn...

[cuts off]

I need out of the infirmary immediately. That vampire is going to come looking for me. If I'm not released, I'll just go. It's very, very important.

I want to be in my cabin with a door that locks and... please is there someone who can stay with me tomorrow? I'll do anything to repay whoever it is.

[He sounds completely panicked.]

I told myself I was going to take it easy today. I wanted to get back to the gardens, because they're the only job I have at the moment, and I hate the idea of neglecting my work. I was going to do nothing but unlock things, sit in a chair in the shade and point.

But what do I find? The roses are mysteriously grown into bushes, and just as ( Read more... )

I am most definately not invoking the jinx. I am far from bored. Is there anyone who'd care to meet me in the pub for a drink? Or invite me over for one? Yes, my headache is already that big, and I aim, at least, to wake up with a reason to feel this queasy with throbbing temples.

[private to self - written]

This has been a wretched week so far. I ( Read more... )