[Video clicks on to Valmont, he looks... more relaxed than he has in a while, actually. Not happy mind, he still looks quietly dissatisfied with his surroundings, but relaxed none the less.]

The complaints being made about whatever Rex did in the port? Are coming from a young lady who is clearly reacting to her distress about something that ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on overlooking the deck, and slowly, the camera turrrrrns around, giving you a lovely look at the rust, and the decay, stopping only when it catches the distant fleeting glance of something moving in the distance, then vanishing. When a hissing, dragon-y voice begins to speak, it doesn't sound even remotely afraid. If anything, in ( Read more... )

[Valmont could feel a strange nausea in the pit of his stomach, something calling him to go up to the deck, whether he wanted too or not.

But Valmont did not want to go there. So instead, he went for a far more appropriate solution to the nausea, and headed towards the infirmary. He wasn't going to just lie down and be ordered around by some ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on, annnnnd... blue eyes, green suit (because Shenu burned his dress at last), this is definitely Valmont talking. He's sat at a desk in his office, his expression somewhat thoughtful. When he speaks however, his tone is businesslike.]

( Blah blah social contract. )

[Audio clicks on, and in the background there's the sound of fire crackling merrily away. By contrast, when Valmont speaks he does not sound merry, not at all, his voice is raw, and a little breathless.]

I-- I need a fire extinguisher![He coughs, hard, then there's the sound of a door slamming, and the crackling of flames dies down slightly ( Read more... )

Warden! I require you to deliver my talismans to me!

[Pause]

I see that others are haunted now with old wounds, and the faces of lost friends. So perhaps what afflicts us all shall pass soon. That said, in my current circumstances, to leave such things to chance may be fatal. So please resist the urge to inform me that this is a flood and ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on, and oh man, someone missed the entire breach and does not look happy at allll.]

I demand to know what has come to pass here! By what magic has my mind been suppressed this past week?

[He gives a long, low hisssss of disapproval.]

It becomes clear to me that I have been too lenient in allowing Valmont free reign here. This ( Read more... )

It's strange, the things this place does to us. It seems like it gets us into this mindset where we're all perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. This has been a good week. So naturally, now everyone's pensive or philosophical or suspicious, because we're all expecting the world to just twist around and cosmically balance out by doing ( Read more... )

So, common wisdom dictates that the 'floods' which regularly assail this vesse, are either deliberately caused by the Admiral to mess with us, or they're the... well, the overflow, if you will from neighboring worlds, correct ( Read more... )

I don't suppose that anyone has a calendar? I really need to start keeping track of how long I've been here, and I don't much feel like scratching tally's into my doorframe.

[Valmont lets out a mildly irritated sigh.]

I know this sounds obvious, but I really abhor being in prison. Yes, yes, I know some people get institutionalized and join ( Read more... )