[Well hi, Promenade, have an irked wiseass for your morning troubles. Obviously he has no idea his PORTAL's recording, but you can hear a group of people hurry by as he scowls.]

Next person who tells me to wear this damn thing is getting a punch to the face. I mean it.

[Good morning, Promenade, how are you poor fools doing? Meet Fool # 3249: one man - tall and skinny and grim looking with facial hair that passes 5 o'clock and approaches seven or eight - all but falling out of his bed. With the grace of a drunken crab, he disengages himself from the bedclothes and kinda...wobbles to his feet. Swaying unsteadily ( Read more... )

[Effy awoke, as if startled from a nightmare. The PORTAL tumbles down to the sheets, giving a view of the floor and a hand obscuring most of the floor. Sitting up abruptly, she glanced around, not exactly being sure of what had happened, or how it happened. Where was Cook? Where was Pandora? Was she tripping? No, not possible. This was too real ( Read more... )