[Backdated to shortly after this.]
[Audio]

I'll be in the pub if anyone needs me.

[Open Spam]

[Armand isn't paying any attention to his surroundings--just to his glass of wine, the half-full bottle he keeps refilling it from, and pretending to ignore the tears on his face.]

[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.

I don't understand this flood. Many people seem quite upset.

Loki, my dear inmate, could Mlle. Brown and I visit with you and Freya? I miss the little cat.

[open spam]

[After lunch, Armand is walking through the various hallways with a watering can so he can water the potted plants that are scattered here and there. He's not being terribly observant ( Read more... )

First of all, the gardens are back, apparently none the worse for wear.

I'd like to inform everyone who works there that from here on out, I'll only be available to supervise in the mornings. This means that you work in the morning with me or you work without tools or access to the greenhouse. Or you can ask Persephone, if she has time.

It's very ( Read more... )

Admiral, if I must ask for Dorian to be brought back, then please do so. I wasn't in any condition to think of him or much of anything yesterday.

Dorian, are you out there somewhere?

Namor? Claire?

[filtered to Armand's friends]

Even though I do not remember this horrific place you all seem to be talking about, I am certain I died there. I don't like ( Read more... )

[Sounds of splashing more than any other sound other than the ever present static. He's breathing a bit harshly too.]

--can't swim well--

--is fresh water--

[He screams briefly then chokes it off into another sob.]

--thing in the water... touched me--

Loki--there?!

--don't... Dorian--

[More splashing and thumping.]

Namor... you hear me?!

[Armand is moving in and out of the range of the camera as he's putting various things away in his cabin. When he can be seen, he's wearing loose blue cotton trousers, a thin cotton shirt and a straw hat. His skin is darker, tanned, and a little wind-burned, and his hair shorter but still long enough to tie back though it's down at the moment. He ( Read more... )

[He seemed more agitated than even his usual video-post nerves.]

I see that Captain Harkness has made his announcement. I will confirm that I am going with him for a while. I will be back, although I don't know how long I'll be gone. I've made arrangements for Madame Owens to take charge of the gardens. She'll probably be better at it than I would ( Read more... )

Is it becoming popular among inmates to disparage wardens' private lives? I ask only for curiosity.

( private messages for Frances Owens, Mano, and Norse God Loki )