Warden Light, requesting permission to start gathering potential recruits for the city watch.

( [Private] )

Just about got the lay-out of the City by now. For all the things wrong with it, it's a lot cleaner than Ankh-Morpork, though that's not saying much ( Read more... )

[whistling idly, appearing to be in a rather cheery mood, swinging his truncheon back and forth, walking behind the gallows in the Square, then beginning to make a few minor "adjustments" to the ropes and the trap door, all of which take but a few seconds, before he's off again, humming]

All the little angels, rise up rise up ( Read more... )

[sitting on the ruined frame of Walter's couch, attempting to figure out his new communicator, fiddling with the buttons in frustration]

Trust this to somebody who can damn well figure out how to use it, where's Cheery when you need her... Hello? What? Is this on?

Dammit, I don't think it's on.

[glances down as his stomach grumbles, ( Read more... )

[lying partially in the gutter, deep in the Underground of the city, rests a man in strange armor and chainmail, clutching a blue blanket patterned with little yellow ducks, his helmet over his eyes, not yet stirring, but mumbling under his breath ( Read more... )