[What began as George hiding out in her room double-checking inventory became something else when earlier, music began playing. She bumps her journal while air guitaring, so the video just suddenly cuts in on a very upbeat little song. George rocks out for a second on the floor then jumps up on her bed -- which to anybody who's been in Rube's cabin ( Read more... )

Inventory fully replenished. With some bonuses this month, as per usual. Kitchen staff, you might want to either save these for later or plan your menus around a few special dishes this month. Kobe beef and racks of ribs, most notably.

...And sorry that I've been so quiet. That last port kinda knocked the Hell out of me. ...Poor choice of words, but ( Read more... )

[The overwhelming sound of clattering overtakes any other possible audio and seems to overpower even the ever-constant static itself -- the picture that comes in is oddly clear, though oversaturated with light, and the journal appears to have been dropped on the floor, as it lies at an odd angle. George is in a circular chamber, collapsed in the ( Read more... )

[The sound comes in fuzzy, but it has moments of clear, and with George's voice there's an odd echo, and a distant, watery sound, as one tends to hear in basements.]

Ad-- [static] not supposed t-- [static]

[Half a frustrated sigh is heard before the reception cuts it off]

(ooc: George'll be in the North Wing, for anybody that wants to spam with

Admiral, I have a personal request. When Adam Monroe goes to dinner, can you fill his room with potting soil? Fresh stuff, well fertilized.  The high-end stuff. Waist-deep should be fine.

And leave a Wheel-barrow and a shovel outside the room for him. I'd like to give him the opportunity to do something nice for the people in the gardens and gift ( Read more... )

Maybe it's too soon, but has anybody figured out if there's a flood? Or what it is?

I feel normal. Inventory checks out. We're not in summer camp. The Inmates don't appear to be children.

...aaanymore than usual anyway.

[Post-it On Adam's Door]

How's the garden?

[A Copy of Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown has been left outside of Findthee Swing's ( Read more... )

Y'know I work with someone at home, named Daisy -- I hear she's been here before -- anyway. Actress. If you've seen a guy in a classic movie, she's probably blown him. That's not the point. She said something to me once, back when we hadn't known each other long. It was kinda bleak, but it stuck with me:

We're all temps.

She saw it as us moving ( Read more... )

Camp is a joke. Our parents just send us here because they can't send us to school.

(ooc: Little George (who is...small for her age)? Actually LOVES camping. But she's used to going with her family, and is pissed off she's being sent out to socialize instead of taking their usual family trip, which she's sure her smelly little sister is enjoying ( Read more... )

I know that the things that go on here are often random, at best, so some people might not see a lot of use in asking "why", but for the sake of argument -- why this last flood? What does a person take from being someone they admire for a couple days, but only in body?

Not saying the Barge has to have some sort of rhyme or reason. It doesn't. But ( Read more... )

Not to echo what's already been said about the futility of killing people here, but this is getting just a little ridiculous.

[Inventory Update]

Okay, here we go. Mid-month inventory update. The losses to the pub's stores at the beginning of the month hasn't been replenished, so I'm going to assume the Admiral doesn't give handouts for denizen- ( Read more... )