[Backdated to May 26/27ish]

The Dawn Treader had finally dropped anchor and the crew had been given sufficient warnings from the higher-ups about taking caution. Don't wander off alone. Don't go without a weapon. Et cetera, et cetera ( Read more... )

[Timed to 3/21, a continuation of this thread.]

Angua leaned in, pressing close enough to make dancing difficult, and smiled stupidly. "Maybe they'll play something better soon, Papa. Just a few minutes ago it was playing a song about letters. Y, M, C, an...something else...""A," he supplied, the corners of his mouth twitchin' some. His earlier ( Read more... )

Put my damned mail here.