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( A tl;dr about the development that Iago has made, including his redemption and reasons for being a warden. )

How cruel it is, this month. It's as if the cold has taken the very breath from our bodies, laying it out for everyone to witness. I watched you, oh yes. You scurried around like so many ants, confused and wary, but still so very trusting. Like every flood before this. Like every breach. Every port. You slide into the trusting hands of the Admiral ( Read more... )

[He is...strangely normal. At least in tone. The only indication that something is off is a slight slurring of his words.]

This cannot be hell. I came to that conclusion a long, long time ago. And yet, [A humorless chuckle] it seems only to test and taunt you. Dear, dear inmates, you know not what you have here. I had...my second chance. Do...you ( Read more... )

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream ( Read more... )

I almost wish there was blood to smear on the mirrors.

[A long pause]

Apologies, T'Pol.For the first time in a long time, I can say that I have never really encountered anything like that before here. Nor do I wish to again. It is rare that the things that happen here are...surprising ( Read more... )

[Iago sounds pretty chill. A little too chill. Maybe even drunkenly chill.]

Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.

Isn't that what they say? Or what he says? Why do you suppose that is? Since we're so focused on analyzing literature lately, shaming those who call the worlds inside those books home, I simply thought this would fit in with ( Read more... )

[This is all relatively late at night.] All of this looks familiar. All of it can be related to something before. All of this looks similar to something that happened a long time ago or just recently. It's rare that something this big is repeated. Especially after we've already had a repeat of that other barge. So it must be something new ( Read more... )

[Iago stands up on the rusted deck, runniing his hands carefully along the railing. No sense in getting hurt with it. He’s in pretty modern clothing, which isn’t really unusual for him. But what is unusual is the metallic glint of a dagger half concealed in his jacket. ]

I said I might see you again. [He smirks a bit.] I can’t exactly stay away ( Read more... )

[Private to Rex]

Can you meet me in my room? I need to talk to you there.

[And PUBLIC. Posted later, after talking to Rex.]What happens in the span of two years? Or five? What can a man accomplish with nothing but time? When you can see nothing but eternity stretching out in front of you, do you cling to the past or move forward? Do you dig in ( Read more... )

A long time ago, I spoke on spiderwebs. How lies can branch out and become more and more complex until they are a web. A tangled mess. What good does it do to try and fight your way out of it? You have to wait. Time eventually will wear it down. Every time that someone is caught in it, the web breaks just a little more. Every time the wind blows ( Read more... )