Yeah, normally I'm not one to broadcast other people's problems, but-
*A rustling sound, cloth on cloth as he hoists heavy jute rope on his shoulders*
If you see Reno, y'know, the redhead with the horizontal slashes on his face, don't let him fly the ship. Just walk him back to his room, and tell him to wait for me. I'll take care of this shit.
So this place has been shaping up to be pretty intersting lately. I've met a few people I can't say that I hate (a tall order), and over all, I'd have to say that it's been a lot less of a pain in here than out...